#in fact he yearns to be the one who feels bad for tripping them

[waspgrave]

Intrigued by the takes where people believe that rook and solas have actual chemistry that isn’t solas just dangling a lure that rook smacks at like a cat without fail. They have anti chemistry to the point it becomes chemistry. If you ship them you have to make the mutual and/or one-sided hatred pop. ‘Oh rook gets to see the actual solas that’s why they have chemistry’ he is LYING to them!! He is putting on a face and mannerism that are all lies so that he can manipulate them to do his bidding! That should be the sexiness, the loathing and his naughty little lies

[ssahotchnerr]

i’m beyond giddy for the holidays per usual and i was wondering if you’re up to writing about aaron, reader, jack, and their babygirl searching for a christmas tree!? maybe decorating it and snuggling together to watch a holiday movie when the day comes to a close?

i’m going crazy i need domestic family fluff with aaron because he deserves everything great in life🙂‍↕️

brb sobbing!!!

🥹🥹🥹 this is the family's first real christmas tree too!! you've always just used an artificial tree - it was easier while jack and ellie were younger - but now that they're older, there's no better time but the present 🥰

aaron comes home from work early one friday afternoon, and the pair of you bundle up the kids, get them in the car, and drive to the nearest christmas tree farm 🥰🥰 all while the christmas radio is playing of course.

you all get there just as the sun was beginning to set, so the temperature was dropping quickly as the sun was leaving, especially since some snow was beginning to roll in too 🥰 but are jack and ellie bothered by the cold? absolutely not, as they're SO super excited (and again, because you and aaron made sure they had their winter coats, hat, and gloves on😭). honestly you're the one who's the coldest 😭 despite being bundled up yourself - you're shaking a bit, teeth are vaguely chattering, and aaron makes sure to stay at your side, wrapping his arms around you every so often so his warmth can transfer onto you 🥹🥹😭<333

jack and ellie are leading the way, and they're enamored by the selection of large, beautiful trees 😭 there's sooo many to choose from. jack points at just about every single one, showing his little sister, and omg that causes ellie to shriek in excitement even more 😭 she turns back to you and aaron, all smiles, and is all :o "HOW are we going to pick one?????"

and naturally they start feeling bad for the weak, scraggly, tossed aside and forgotten trees 🥺 they immediately begin asking if you could get one of those <33

aaron's face pulls into a slight grimace at first because it is an eye sore, and the needles are bound to be on the ground faster than you can blink. but after ellie's sweet "daddy please", jack's yearning eyes, and just the fact the two of them believe your family must give it a home, because no one else will, how can he say no???? how.

so sure enough, one does come home with the four of you 😭 after exchanging a look with aaron, you picked ellie up, and said "of course, we'll give it the best home ever." <3333 it'll go in the playroom, and the normal, full family tree will go in the living room. everyone's happy 🥰 you also assure jack and ellie that you'll have to go to the store, to pick out lights and some ornaments for it 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

after tying the (two😭) trees on top of the car, grabbing dinner on the way home, you begin setting up the tree right away <333 it takes a second - you and aaron (and jack🥹) move some furniture around the living room to get it in the perfect spot, put the tree up. you grab the ornament boxes as aaron works on fluffing the tree, making sure the branches are evenly spaced. as aaron did so too, he was nearly stepping on ellie and jack who were crowding around him in impatience 😭🫶🏻 like ellie was literally at his feet, watching him and asking repeatedly how much longer 🤨😫, LOL at one point aaron's like, "eleanor, go help your mother please" because he literally does almost trip over her 😭💞💞

and sadly they need to wait just a bit longer, aaron and yourself also tag team the lights - making sure they're evenly spaced also, and that they work, and then finally the fun jack and ellie have been waiting on finally begins 🥰

to keep the chaos at bay, you remain seated on the carpet, taking the ornaments out of their packaging yourself and giving one to jack, one to ellie. that way they're not fighting over turns, and if they have a special ornament that's theirs, or really want to put on the tree, it's just so much easier 😭 aaron helps them (ellie) find a good spot to put it, or helps them reach if they want one closer to the top, he'll pick them up 🥹<333

and the tree just comes out sooo perfect 🥹🥹🥹 and of course, the only right thing to do next is put on a christmas movie. since it's getting late, you decide to save the playroom tree for tomorrow. everyone gets into their pajamas, hot chocolate and popcorn is made, and you all cozy up on the couch and put on jack's choice of the night, elf 🥰🥰🥰 hehe this is also ellie's first time really watching the movie and understanding what's going on, and she finds it hysterical. the part with the raccoon?? when buddy gets hit by the taxi?? she's giggling wildly, and it just carries on throughout the whole movie. LMAO aaron is beside himself, he thinks her reaction is hilarious 😭😭 but he also has to remind her to not laugh so hard when her mouth is full of popcorn, he gets soo nervous she'll make herself choke 😭

and once the movie's over, and the kiddos are in bed, you and aaron get comfy on the couch again, and take the tree in 🥹<333 it's especially beautiful with the snow falling in the window behind it too. but ugh 💞💕💞 you're lying on top of aaron, head on his chest, he's rubbing your back gently and periodically giving you kisses atop your head 🥹🥰💞💕 you couldn't be happier 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Broody Brothers (Obey Me! Brothers imagine) Gender Neutral

A curse is activated from a children’s book about a family wanting a child, causing the brothers to feel the same yearning that the partners did. 

The brothers think that the curse didn’t affect them that badly, Immense broodiness ensues  

Lucifer 

He’s already got his hands full with his brothers, so any sort of outward expression of desire for a child is usually one of disapproval, especially when asked about the curse and if it was affecting him at all.  

Although, being the avatar of pride, seeing a child that looks like an almost equal split of his and your features does something, and he can’t help but begin longing for a reflection of himself mixed with you. 

He’d try and be responsible, show that he’s above his brother’s level of broodiness, but the moment you show even the slightest interest, he’s thinking about how to make it happen.  

He’s planning out the schematics in his head, where would the child’s nursery be, how would he balance RAD and his work with a child, 

As he planned more and more, he became broodier and broodier, often becoming slightly more touchy, but he usually has an excuse for every single touch, or heavily resisting the urges he has.  

He’s got way better control over it than his brothers, who fall like flies, but it breaks down when he begins “protecting” you from his brother’s urges alone in his room.  

If you agree, he leads you in with ease and grace, and he seems to be fully in control of himself until that door latches shut.  

He succumbs to the overprotective broodiness and begins monopolizing your attention by cuddling you, asking you if you want children, how many you want, and he’ll give it to you all. He'll hold you close, telling you how perfect it will be, and how hard he’ll work to make it perfect. He’ll protect you as well, along with his children 

He tells you how he’ll make it work, how he’ll take care of everything, and asks how you feel about it as well with a flushed face and bedroom eyes.  

Solomon finally breaks the curse by making a child carving out of a peach pit, Although Lucifer is still open to the idea of starting a family with you after everything you two have discussed.  

Mammon 

He’s not only thought about it, he knows how many he wants, what their names will be, what their nicknames are, how if a little one happens to look exactly like you, he’ll spoil them until they’re rotten 

When the curse takes effect, he’s a bit nervous about how it’s going to affect him 

Of course, he’s gonna deny every single little desire, citing that “he doesn’t need a snot-nosed brat moochin’ off his bank account”  

In fact, he’s gonna go out and shop for a bit to prove how much he doesn’t need a kid on his (already dwindling) bank account!  

But when he sees a child that looks like a pretty good split of you and him, the curse takes effect, and he becomes overwhelmed by the thoughts of family 

Suddenly it’s fantasies about “HIS spouse” or “HIS kids” and “HIS Family”, he wanted it all, something that his brothers didn’t have.  

“Maybe just one would be good... maybe...” He’s lying, he wants more than one. 

He's become so obsessed with the idea that his shopping trip became one for all sorts of family memorabilia, from onesies to cribs, he’s planning all sorts of things 

He's even gone as far as looking at homes and apartments that would be good for starting families. Anything for those kids. Anything for his spouse and children.  

When he gets home, he’s quick to find you and become extra protective.  

“Hey! Don't touch them!” “quit being so rough with them!” “Be careful when going down the stairs!” “actually just take the elevator!” “you know what? Let me just carry you!”  

He becomes so bad that he begins monopolizing every minute of your time, keeping a hand on you during all hours. He even proposes that you spend the night in his room. If you agree, he carries everything you would need for a few nights in his room.  

It’s then that he reveals how he wants to start a family with you, admitting his feelings through red cheeks and desperate glances at the ground, he wants to have a family with you, and he wants it very soon.  

It’s not until Solomon carves a child out of a melon and breaks the curse does he finally come back to his senses, where he tries and denies everything once again, but he has promised that one day he’d give you any sort of family you desire.  

Leviathan 

In the beginning, he felt like he’d be way more jealous of his own child than he should be, so he thought he’d be immune from the effects of the curse.  

“Children also don’t understand the value of all my collectibles! Can you imagine a kid getting ahold of my collection?! Dah! The thought sent chills down my spine!”  

And then he saw a loving couple in an anime of his. The bond they shared while caring for the child, how happy the dad was with his partner and child, how the dad described how he loved the person that he and his partner created 

Could that be us? Could that even be slightly like us?  

Next thing he knew he was looking up experiences that other otakus have with children, and he discovered how cute they can be, and how they can share moments of them experiencing their favorite animes for the first time, beating that boss for the first time, listening to that one song for the first time  

He had to have one, it wasn’t fair! He wanted one so bad.  

He begins sequestering himself away because he doesn’t want to admit that he has these feelings, and felt like there was no way in the world that you’d even humor him 

But if you go and check on him, he’s immediately red as he looks at you with his mind hazy from the idea of starting a family with you. He’s begging for your attention, despite his “weird thoughts”  

He wants to start a family with you so bad, it’s not fair, he wants a child so bad that it’s not fair, it’s not fair how other people can have happy families of their own and he doesn’t, 

“You’ll provide one right? We can make one right?”  

He’ll beg for you to hold him while comforting him through this jealousy attack, as he’d be too embarrassed at first to even suggest trying to make a child, but he’d look at you lustfully all night while he accepts the affection he begged for.  

It’s not until Solomon makes a child out of flowers that he finally calms down as the curse is broken. He immediately apologizes about everything, but he’s now more open to the idea of starting a family with you 

Satan  

Satan, much like his elder brothers, is rather opposed to the idea of a child.  

If anything, cats would be his children just fine (Damn Lucifer for banning him from having cats)  

But it would have been quite a surprise to see a child out in a cat onesie that had similar facial features to you and blonde hair. That lit a fire in him as his imagination ran wild.  

Realistically, he knew that was just a fluke, but that didn’t stop him from secretly reading books on parenting, the experiences of parenting, and how certain people feel as if their life is enhanced by the people they brought into the world.  

Maybe it was because the circumstances of his own birth were so strained that he never got to have a childhood, but the idea of giving a perfect childhood to another sparked something in him. The idea of watching you gently cradle a child that was created by both you and him healed something in him 

Oh, this was bad. This was horrible.  

He starts monitoring your diet a bit closer, keeping an eye on your day-to-day activities, and if you’re AFAB he’s paying attention to your schedule.  

Eventually, he’s so engrossed about books about parenting that he’s reading nothing but them, and also paying attention to names he’d love to give to a child.  

If you check on him in his room, he’ll start asking about what your wishes for the future are, how many you’d want, and he’d begin planning out all of it. It won’t be long however until he holds you close and begins begging for a child of your own 

He’s done all the research, he’ll make it the easiest time for you, and he’s already started to research name ideas for the child. He wants to be happy with you and the potential children, and he’ll protect you and his family.  

It isn’t until Solomon carves a child out of bamboo does he calm down enough to have a clear head. Afterward, though he states that if you ever want to start a family, he’ll be ready.  

Asmodeus  

He’s the first of the brothers to actually want a child, but he’s expressed that plenty in the past.  

He’s in love with you, he’s in love with himself, he’d be in love with the child you two produce. 

A child of his and yours would be the most unstoppable, lovable creature to ever exist. Part of him of course recognizes that there’s a chance for that child to get more attention than him, but oh did he love the idea of getting closer to you through the process of making the child.  

He thinks that anything that the curse won’t affect him too much because he’s already ready to accept that he wants a kid. As a result, he’s got shopping that he wants to get done, and heads out.  

However, the minute he sees a kid that somewhat resembles the both of you while he’s out, it’s over. The curse takes hold of him and he becomes absolutely obsessed with nothing but the idea of having a child with you.  

He’s sending you pictures of nurseries and playrooms for potential kids, He’s taking pictures of baby clothes and shopping for the most fashionable strollers. He’s sending you MASSIVE lists of names that would be perfect for your child, including ones he’s hearing while he’s out.  

When he returns, he’s upset that you aren’t at the door to greet him, nor are there little Asmo’s running around to greet him either. He’s quick to remedy that by opening his phone and beginning to furiously text away.  

He eventually begs for your attention, expecting you to come to his room and talk with him about something important, and he needs you there now 

If you go and check on him in his room, he’s extremely broody and he immediately takes the chance to grab ahold of you and bring you down onto his bed.  

He immediately talks about sweet nothings, how you two should start a family, how creating something so beautiful is your responsibility, how if you raise such a child the world would be a better place, and the creation has to be fun as well, right? (if you are AMAB, he’s already asked Solomon how to combine pieces of both of you to create such a child)  

It takes Solomon carving a child out of ice to cool Asmo off enough to clear his head. After Asmo had cooled off, he eventually goes back to how he was before, but he still agrees that if you ever want it, he’s happy to create a child with you.  

Beelzebub 

He’d be chill with the idea of a kid, and he originally liked the idea of a kid because then he can use it to get exclusive kids' meals that he can’t order.  

He was a little worried when the curse took effect, not knowing how he would act, but maybe if he really tried hard, it wouldn’t affect him too badly.  

However, it only takes a video where a chef creates all sorts of smaller versions of his own dishes for his kid that sparks something in him.  

He at first treats it as hunger, so he raids the House of Lamentation’s fridge of all there is, but naturally he feels a little less hungry, but the feeling he had earlier only gets stronger as he begins to think about you. What would a kid between the two of you look like? What sorts of food would they enjoy? Would they also eat anything like him? Would one of them be sleepy like Belphie? He needed to know.  

He informs you of his intense desire to eat, and if you decide to cook for him, he’ll meet you there.  

Domestic life fills his mind as he sees you cooking, and he can’t help but hug you from behind. This would be normal if he didn’t also gently kiss your neck as well. if you ask what’s up, he out of the blue asks your opinion on kids. How many do you want? Do you want boys or girls? What names would they have? Do you think they’ll have his appetite? 

He expresses his desire for a whole family of kids, a minimum of 4, as he didn’t want any of them to be lonely, he grew up a twin, so he can’t imagine anything but having a large family.  

It’s clear the curse has taken full effect, as he grips you closer to him, telling you more and more about his plan for a large family with you, how he’ll play with his children until they’re all tired at the end of the night, how they’ll have big meals together, how each night he promised to pamper you still 

He refuses to let go of you, and any attempt at his brothers approaching is met with incredible strength, until he finally sequesters the both of you in his room.  

It's not until Solomon carves a child out of a cucumber that he finally calms down enough to let you go, but he assures you that all the desires for a family were real, but he could wait a bit longer until you were ready.  

Belphegor 

Oh, he hated the idea of a child, mainly because he likes his sleep. Kids are way too noisy. Also, if you have a baby, you can’t be the baby. They’ll just tire him out even more, he’d just rather it be him and you.  

However, as the curse begins to take effect, he begins having dreams where you’re a happy family with a child that peacefully rests in your arms, with hair like his but features like yours. He dreams of cuddling both you and the child, and how the child grabs ahold of his jacket and peacefully sleeps while sandwiched between the two of you 

When he awakens, he’s disgusted with his own dreams, but he also feels like something is missing. He looks at his arms where his dream child made of clouds once was, and began missing that feeling in his arms.  

If you stumble upon him in his nap spot, he pretends to be asleep until you get close enough for him to grab you, pulling you into his nap, laughing and giggling the whole time as he kisses your face. It’s somewhat of a relief that the curse is supposedly not affecting him as much.  

But he’s full broody, he’s still bothered by that space in between you two, how empty it feels. He could pull you closer and closer but it still feels empty.  

He asks out of the blue if you love him, and you of course confirm you do, and he tells you about this emptiness he feels. He increasingly wants you and you alone to himself, and he wants the company of only one other, one that is you, but not you, but is also him.  

When he compares his feelings back to his dreams, he realized the yearning he was feeling was that of a child between you two. He began holding you even tighter, all in vain to fill that void 

He realizes that the only way to potentially fill this void was maybe to try for one, which he proposes to you. He doesn’t care where you both are, but he also doesn’t like the idea of his brothers being near you either right now. He wants to make sure that you’re safe, and that it’ll be just you three. If you agree to be squared away in his room with him, he’ll kiss and cuddle you as he asks you what you’d name the child, what they’d look like,  

It's not until Solomon creates a child out of cabbage that Belphegor finally calms down, saying once again that he doesn’t want children, but he wouldn’t be opposed in the future if you really want them.  

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Wildflower: 03

The Secret Garden

Category: Short Series

John Wick x Reader

Warning: Public violence, public shootout, stampede-like situation

Note: John is relatively younger in this fic( late thirties to early forties)

The gif is not mine. Credits to the original creator (Sorry, I don't remember where I downloaded it from)

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Wildflower 02

She enjoyed Alex’s company and so, it was a pub one evening, a bakery one weekend, and a cafe the other weekday. Having a reliable company in the vast city was a blessing indeed. They explored the city on days he could get time off his hectic job, went on random cycling trips to the central park and always had something to talk about.

It was on one such outing when they were engaged in a heated discussion regarding the accuracy of ‘historical facts’ when someone interrupted them. 

“Norton.”

It was a familiar voice that made her turn round. Over the bench where they sat, loomed a tall figure, dressed in all black.

 “Wick?”

The silence that followed was not long, but felt dense.

John Wick’s eyes found hers and he blinked. There was something more than a stoic gaze this time.

“You working, Wick?” Alex asked.

Did they know each other?

“Yeah.”

That was all he gave. He was, indeed, a man of few words.

“Hello, John.” She greeted him, earning his gaze again.

“Hello, (Y/N).” It was his usual voice– low, deep, calm.

But there was something about the way her name rolled off his tongue. It felt different. (Y/N) gulped and mentally shook her head. No, she was overthinking again. She smiled at him, in return, she received a softened eyes.

“You on vacation Norton?”

His gaze turned to her friend– there was almost something unreal about the flicker– maybe it was the way the light fell into her eyes, but they seemed to turn almost mechanical when they turned to Alex– no trace of softness, just…well something.

“Showing around my friend.” Alex replied, but there was a heaviness in his voice. No trace of the light, amused, cool tone she knew.

John nodded curtly “I see…”

“We will get going then.” Alex smiled politely, her bag already in his hold, a silent indication that they needed to leave.

For some reason, despite the doubts and the confusion, she did not question him.

—---

John’s hands remained inside his coat pockets— tightly fisted, knuckles paling as he watched them walk away. It should not matter. He told himself. 

Why did it disturb him?

John Wick considered himself a simple man. At least in terms of his needs, his priorities– his business.

So why was this one simple civilian, so intriguing to him? Who had nothing to do with him, or his business. 

John looked away. Admitting that Winston was right. He was fascinated— fascinated by how oblivious she was, fascinated by her perception of the world around her, fascinated by her simple, (comparatively) unproblematic– normal life. Normalcy– something John could not even wish for– but he craved it. He craved it so bad that it ached. Although now, it was a dull, suppressed throb– his childhood was marred with this…ache, this yearning to be another person on the street– mundane, normal, ordinary.

She was so ordinary, simple yet so complex– with layers of emotions and thoughts that her eyes would always give away. It had, for the first time, John’s heart thumping– like he was in the middle of emotions, not above it– and yet, he did not hate the feeling. 

That was perhaps the reason why he had followed her from two days ago– Alex Norton was good, but not good enough to detect John until he did not want to be detected. He was John Wick after all.

They were friends, he could tell and yet, her speaking so freely, laughing with another man had set an unexpected burn in his chest. Even at thus age, this was a question he felt tumultuous about?

He was just observing. 

Just observing.

Then why did it matter if her smile– that seemed like the sun rising on a field of wildflowers— was directed at someone else? Why did it matter that her laughter, that sped up his heart slightly, was directed at some other man?

John could have the answers if he tried, delved deep enough. 

He simply did not want to have the answers.

Turning away, sat himself down on the bench they had been sitting on. Her spot was still warm, and John, though reluctant, admitted to himself that it felt good– closer to something he could never have.

—----

It was supposed to be a simple deed. Shoot and walk away without anyone noticing. But the drug dealer had a good hand with guns and fists. John could feel a bruise blooming on the side of his face as he chased the man. A head that had the prize of two million dollars on it. 

It was not an exclusive contract and he had already fought off one assassin in the pursuit of putting one prized bullet into that dealer’s head. From the corner of his eye, he could see another figure moving past the unsuspecting, ignorant crowd. At least they appeared ‘unsuspecting’. John knew that more or less, people had just grown used to, grown indifferent. 

He moved past people, shoving some out of his way as he—

BANG! BANG!

John cursed, glancing at the man running parallel to him. And like a typical newcomer, he had to have no silencer. That was when the chaos burst out, people scrambled to get away, screaming, crying, running around. John growled in frustration as he chased his target faster.

Enough of this game.

With one bullet from John, the dealer was down. His eyes found the new assassin— cold and steely—  at least the boy had some sense to get scurry away. 

Mingling with the crowd, he walked the panickem— ready to exit. When he saw her.

Her eyes were wide and confused, looking around in panic as people shoved and bumped past her. She almost fell when someone screamed that there was a shooting going on. John did not know when he stopped, just to watch her. He simply observed, and each little expression transfixed him somehow.

John gulped, watching her eyes widen in fear before she ran off too, not even noticing that the bag she carried had dropped on the floor.

Before he knew it, John was moving towards the bag. Picking it up, he dusted it before zipping it open. His eyes wandered through the contents. Maybe he could find a way to return—

His eyes narrowed at the sight of the familiar black card. Blinking, John fished it out of the bag, bringing it to the light.

“Winston…” He whispered to himself.

****

[tooningin]

2012 Lorax Rewrite

The movie would open up with the scrapped Thneedville song. In the visual department, there would be this subtle yet noticeable sense of sadness and resignation from the citizens, indicating that maybe they regret their plastic dystopia, but are too far gone to change.

As for the song itself, Ted would be given a verse at the end, expressing his dissatisfaction with the lifestyle Thneedville has, and wondering if its really too late.

The song ends, and he then walks home and finds his family gushing over the new oxygen masks they’ve invented. Ted tries to tell them that instead of celebrating these oxygen masks, they should see the fact that they’re needed as a massive red flag, but his points are dismissed as jokes. Ted’s dad then hands him some packages with the oxygen masks to deliver

Ted rides his bike around Thneedville, further hammering in just how messed up the society is. Everyone happily accepts their oxygen mask delivery… Except for the girl that was Ted’s GF (Who I’ll just be referring to as Taylor Swift)

Taylor Swift’s reaction surprises Ted, who was used to the enthusiastic reactions from the customers. He asks her why, and she explains that she feels like a prisoner in the town of Thneedville, and yearns for a world where products aren’t being shoved down her throat (It wouldn’t be this on the nose I swear) Ted relates, and the two bond over this. Taylor Swift is called inside her home, and right before she heads in, she tells Ted that she’s happy that she’s not alone in her beliefs.

With this, Ted decides to leave for the Truffula Tree woods in the middle of the night. He’s not the only one who hates what the world has become, and if he can show proof, everyone will agree, and maybe, just maybe, Thneedville could have a better future

But once he arrives he sees the woods with zero Truffula trees and almost devoid of life, save for a tiny handful of struggling animals. At first Ted tries to tell himself that this state is just in this specific part of the woods, but as he wanders through the woods, this is all proven wrong.

At the end of the trail, Ted finds the Onceler’s house, and he bitterly tells Ted to leave, stating that the world is destroyed, and that he should just go back to Thneedville.

But Ted ain’t havin any of that. He wants to know how exactly the world came to be the way it is.

And with this, the Onceler begrudgingly begins his tale.

We flashback to a young Onceler and his family. They run a failing clothes business, one that’s doing so bad, they’re on the brink of poverty

One day the Onceler decided to go on a walk, and that’s when he found the Truffula forest. He’s awestruck by the beauty of the place and all the life in it, but it’s the truffula trees that really catch his attention.

He grabs on to some of the tree’s leaves/material/whatever and decides that maybe he and his family should try making clothes with its material. He gets ready to chop the tree down, but the Lorax jumps out and stops him. Lorax berates the Onceler for attempting to chop down the tree, to which the Onceler says it’s not a big deal, after all it’s just one little tree. How bad could he possibly be?

The Lorax grabs the Onceler’s hand and takes him around the woods, explaining how one little thing could affect the whole forest, and the importance of preserving the environment through song. However he does have some sympathy for the Onceler’s situation and allows him to take a small amount of the Truffula’s leaves.

The Onceler walks back home, but on the way, trips on a rock. He gets up and is about to pick up the Truffula’s leaves, but notices it coiled up. He places it on his head, and fiddles around some more with it, and gets the idea for the Thneeds. He runs home, and tells his family about his idea, who, having been backed into a corner in terms of financial stability, decide to give it a shot.

And the Thneeds end up being an overnight sensation, so much so that the family is soon pulled out of poverty. Talk of the Thneeds spreads, and soon, everyone wants one.

With the demand for Thneeds being so high, The Onceler begins taking more and more of the Truffula trees. Lorax worries about the effects, but tries to be somewhat lenient, after all, the Onceler and his family are no longer poor, much to the animals’ chagrin. But it isn’t long before the rapid success and profitability of the Thneeds gets to the Onceler’s head. He puts the money towards expensive stuff things that only benefit him, chopping down more Truffulas than necessary, and overall forgets the whole reason he began the whole Thneed thing in the first place: His family, who in his obsession with chasing profits and fame, he has pushed out. At this point the Lorax decides to put his foot down, the Onceler isn’t using Truffulas to provide for him and his family anymore.

With a montage of the amount of trees being chopped, the sky progressively getting foggier, and Thneedville’s growth, we transition into the one and only, “Biggering”

As we know, in this song, the Onceler knows damn well what he’s doing, but justifies it to himself. The song would end with the final Truffula tree being cut down, and the Onceler, seeing everything he’s done, the pain he caused, would have an absolute breakdown, one of both happiness and sadness. Happiness cause, as he would tell him himself, he has everything now, his biggered his business to the point where now he has an empire, and sadness because what all that stands for, and cost the world as a whole. Basically think that one scene with Simon from Infinity Train.

We then flashback to the present, with The Onceler looking to the side in shame, and Ted looking to the Onceler in pure horror. He tries to proclaim the Onceler an absolute monster, but is unable to bring the words out due to how much shock he is in, and instead turns around and is about to run back to Thneedville in tears, but before he does so, The Onceler gives him the last Truffula seed.

By the time Ted returns to Thneedville, the Sun is almost up, and upon seeing Taylor Swift sitting on the front steps, he rushes to her and tells her what he has learnt before revealing the Truffula seed the Onceler gave him. Together they plant it, and sit together watching life in the plastic wasteland of Thneedville go on

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To Be Loved

Nemesis X Fem!Reader CW: N/A WC: 1.3k+ A/N: I haven't played either Hades or Hades II (working on playing Hades. Don't have a computer that can play Hades II) but Nemesis 👀.

"You've gotten better."

"I had a great teacher."

"Even then, I am still learning myself."

"Is it hard?"

"Hard?"

"Being who you are? Coming from the family you come from?"

"I have no gripes with the family I come from. However, it is family. I don't think any one family is better or worse. We are just as it is."

I nodded my head.

"I can ask you the same question," she said.

"I can have the same response."

"You do take on after me."

"I've been with you ever since we were young."

"That you have. It doesn't help that our parents are good friends."

"I think that's the reason we're so close. Like sisters."

"Have you ever been in love, Y/N?"

"What makes you ask that?" I asked, wiping some sweat from my forehead.

"I see it everywhere."

"Are you sure it's not just Aphrodite?" I chuckled.

"I see her everywhere. But no, I see it with your parents, the other Gods and Goddesses pursue one another, mortals, nymphs, all of it. Anyone who can live, breathe, and walks on two legs. Don't get me started with Zeus and Poseidon."

"Those two are far from bachelors. I don't understand why they act like they are. They've both taken on numerous Goddess wives. But aside from seeing it everywhere, what makes you ask that question?"

"With who I am, Y/N, with what I do, do you think someone could love me?"

"Look at what Odysseus has done. He killed an infant, blinded Polyphemus, and was the reason so many men have died. He is not a man, but a monster with the skin of a man. Not only that, but he did things with some of the Goddesses along the way back to Ithaca. Should I call Circe?" I chuckled. "But my point is, he was still loved in the end. Even if you are the incarnate of vengeance, I still believe one is to be loved."

Nemesis smiled for the first time since we started sparring. In fact, it was the first time she smiled since we were children. It's always a rare and fleeting moment when she actually smiles like she did a few moments ago.

"What you think, how you're able to think, I admire it. I wish I can think like you."

"It takes time, Nem," I said.

"Oh my gosh, you're using that nickname?" she gawked at me.

"What? Does it give you bad memories?"

"No. It's just that, you've never really said it since we grew up."

I smiled at her, "I thought it was a fun nickname for you. I thought I was being clever."

"Not clever enough," she said, taking a step forward, causing me to step backwards and trip over a rock.

I lost my footing and landed on my back, my sword flying from my hands. Nemesis stepped towards me and outstretched her hand. I grabbed it and smirked, pulling her down to my level. She fell towards me and placed one knee on the ground, her one hand falling beside my head while she dug the tip of her sword into the dirt below us. I smiled at her, admiring her features. Her yellow like eyes, purple painted lips, and raven like hair. It made my heart race for her, yearn for her. I've wanted to be with her ever since we were teens, but I did not pursue her in fear of Nyx.

"Are you ok?" Nemesis asked.

"Yeah," I said.

She stood up and helped me to my feet.

"I'm going to wash up. You should join me," I said, about to take her hand, but I pulled it away, brushing the tips of my fingers against hers.

"I'll join. It's been a while since I removed all of this," she gestured to her armor.

As we made our way to the hot springs, I couldn't help but notice my heart rate was racing, my face felt warm and my stomach was doing flips. All of this was nothing new, but it's been almost five years since I felt like this. Were my feelings for Nemesis starting to resurface? I tried to push them down for so long to avoid getting let down or even disappointed. Or worse, suffer a fate worse than death from Nyx. Or maybe these feelings I harbored towards her never left in the first place and only grew and grew, only for them to silence when I was away from her for so long. Now that I was with her once more, they are singing the siren's song.

After both of us were void of all clothing, I slipped into the welcoming waters and relaxed against the edge. My eyes were closed since Nemesis hadn't gotten in yet. The parting of the water signaled she had stepped in and her sigh of relief was another give away.

"Not too hot, not too cold, just right."

"How long has it been since you last went without your armor?"

"I don't know, but it feels, well...I-I don't know."

"Comforting? Relaxing?"

"Almost complacent, but I know nothing about complacency."

"Neither of us will know what complacency is, but I feel like the word you're searching for is relaxed," I opened my eyes. My eyes slowly widened as I found the most magnificent sight.

Of course Nemesis alone was a magnificent sight, but her long hair was down and some strands were even covering her face.

"G-Going back to your question," I said.

"About?"

"Being loved."

"You really think someone like me could be loved."

"I don't think so," I slowly made my way towards her. "I know so."

"How? Have you been with my sisters recently? Have you asked them to look into my future?"

"No," I said.

"Have you spoken to those around The Underworld? There's not really many people down here aside from souls and the occasional visit from other Gods and Goddesses. It's just...us," her voice trailed off.

"I was too afraid to say anything, Nem."

Under the water, she wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me close. I reached up and pressed my hand to her collarbone. Her other hand ran against my cheek, the back of her fingers touching my skin with the most sincerity and gentleness I have ever felt from her. She turned her hand and placed it against my cheek, the rough pad of her thumb caressed my soft skin. Her head tilted from side to side, as if she was admiring me, taking in my features once more. The less calloused and scarred skin. The softness she once possessed before being a fighter, before being who she is now. But even with her hair down, her touch against mine, she was still the same Nemesis I grew up with.

My hand that was resting on her collarbone slowly snaked up to her cheek. I caressed the only soft skin that was on her with my thumb. Both of us found one another's eyes, found the bond we had kindled to overtime and cared for it. Our friendship was like no other. The other Gods and Goddesses could always remember a time where if they saw either one of us, the other wasn't too far behind. We were never apart until we had to be.

"It's just us," I whispered.

"Just us. How I like it," she said.

I leaned towards her and pressed my lips against hers. They were soft, warm, and intoxicating. Her hand that was on my cheek was removed and it wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to her. My other hand that was in the water came up and cupped her other cheek. It didn't take long for my hands to snake around her neck and dig into her long locks. They were a bit oily, but they were smooth like silk. Our breathing became synced up as Nemesis got a bit faster with her kisses. Once everything was said and done, she pressed her forehead against mine, taking in deep breaths.

"I love you, Nem."

"I love you, Y/N," she pecked my lips.

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steph and bruce fic recs :0?

oh anon u have made my week with this request. my month. my year in fact. bruce and stephanie is a duo that is so special to me and i am not normal about them at all, and so of course i have only the best recs to give you. they are soooo complicated, but that's what makes them so interesting and so personal. i hope you enjoy these!

STEPH AND BRUCE FIC RECS ON AO3

Permutations and Hinterlands by cabezas_de_vaca

She and Bruce are complicated (not bad complicated, not wrong complicated, just complicated, because he isn’t her father and will never be her father and yet he sort of also is) but he cares. It gets lost sometimes, under the demands of Gotham, but it’s there. And so, she just asks him. “Do you want to go to Colorado with me?” Or: Bruce, Steph, and a road trip

MY NOTES: some very heavy but very good stephanie introspection, along with a great take on her relationship with bruce. also, who doesn't love a good road trip fic?

Have I Told You About Minnie by Hinn_Raven

After you’ve known Matches Malone long enough, you get used to him telling you about his kids. Not that his kids know about it.

MY NOTES: i am physically incapable of not recommending this fic regardless of the ask. it must be shared and it must be read. a real feel good and fun fic, bruce is so silly, and steph is so fun. lovely inclusion (without actually including) the other kids too!

I Used to Be an Adventurer Like You, Then I Took an Arrow to the Knee by audreycritter

Stephanie was just on patrol and now she’s stuck somewhere, sometime, with Bruce. They bleed and bond and mostly try to keep each other alive— you know, just a Tuesday.

MY NOTES: im fairly certain i have recommended this before on here, but i have also reread it at least ten times, so who's to judge. one of my favourite time travel fics, also one of my all time favourite bruce and stephanie fics. the end is especially my favourite since it develops a specific part of their dynamic that i really treasure. must read!

we’ll have a feast of all the things we love to eat by smallzita

The story has always gone like this: Batman exists because of guilt and purpose, but mostly guilt. The story is going like this: it's four-thirty in the afternoon and Bruce Wayne is wearing a dress.

MY NOTES: girl dad bruce. baby steph. as the author notes say 'Bruce Wayne being a foster parent can be something very personal actually.' what more do you want? what more is needed??!?!

it's just a question by Magpietrove4 🔒

this one doesn't have a summary, or any tags, but it might just be one of the best stephanie introspections i've read. the conversation with bruce really ties it all together. must read!

Under Armor Over Armor by LeantheBean

"Fridays don’t always go my way but someday I hope they’ll all be fine." In which, Stephanie Brown gets ready for patrol.

MY NOTES: ohhhh this one is so special to me. imagine me sobbing crying screaming as i say this. it's so melancholic and. yearnful. a wonderful thing that connects steph and bruce is also the thing they will never talk about with each other. so good.

to brighten up even your darkest knight by Nokomis

While filing Batman’s paperwork as punishment for an unfortunate incident with the Batmobile, Steph discovers a momento from an early Cluemaster takedown.

MY NOTES: this one is sooo cute and so sweet. i love when batman is batman.

boston market by almondrose

batman & robin enjoy a mid-patrol snack.

MY NOTES: this one is also so incredibly cute. until it isn't. tears in my eyes forever. have read it so many times because it is just so real. must read!

[unusuallysweetaki]

More Everett thoughts (as if they ever stop)

This freakin song!!!

It matched the idea of Eve being a playboy who has commitment issues but actually yearns for affection/attention. This song mostly reminds me of his relationship with Pran.

"I push my luck, it shows" - How he followed Pran around, doing the same thing he did with Nate ofc

"You were the best, but you were the worst" - Everett's conflicting feelings on Pran. He thinks its cool how he doesn't care about anything and breaks rules (he's also attractive). But he also does shit that pisses people off on purpose cause he's a spiteful douche. He also cut Everett off just to make Jeremy happy without really considering Everett's feelings (due to his insecurity ofc, Pran doesn't think anyone could/should like him and definitely was not aware of Eve's feelings because of this thought process).

"As sick as it sounds, I loved you first"- Literally, Everett fell first and Pran didn't fall at all.

"I was a dick, it is what it is"- Everett attempts to do his usual "shrug it off like it didn't matter" thing when he's talking to JB during the field trip on his route. He explains that Pran probably ditched him because of how mean he was to Jeremy, admits that it was fair for Pran to be upset about that and says "Fuck it, it's time to start moving on."

Small tangent; this is one of the reasons I like JB with Everett so much. Not only are they super alike, she came at the perfect time to help him move pass all this crap that happened a year ago. Unfortunately its also why playing Jeremy's or Pran's route makes me feel so freakin guilty lol.

"A habit to kick, the age-old curse"- Everett being a dick to people based on what others think about them most likely didn't start with Jeremy. He teased Nate with some other kids when they were little, mostly based on the fact that other kids thought it was fun so why not. He also started thinking Nate was cool when other people did. Everett's a follower not a leader he's also shallow person in high school. The Pran incident was probably the first time its actually screwed him over though.

"I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad I stare at the crash, it actually works"- How Everett tends/tries to laugh off serious things or avoid dealing with them entirely. When he's really ticked tho he seems to got out his way to find the person who upset him and just insult them to their face.

"Making amends, this shit never ends, I'm wrong again, wrong again"- I think Everett's attempt at sharing a room with Pran without complaining immediately might've been his attempt at making amends. But he's wrong because he's still not over it. Pran also mentions that Everett "stayed in the bathroom for way too long" and maybe he was trying to psyche himself up but failed.

"Lay on the horn to prove it haunts me"- Everett goes out his way to insult Pran whenever he can. I think "Lay on the horn" could just be another way of not letting it go and mentioning something all the time.

"I love you, i'm sorry"- Mostly because Pran doesn't understand why people would like him. essentially making people feel bad for caring about him or making it really hard for them to. Also the thought of Eve saying this to Pran because he knows Pran most likely doesn't like him back, UGH the ANGST

ANYWAY, that was way longer than I intended but I really find the relationship between Eve and Pran very interesting. Neither were completely at fault for what happened but neither are absolved of blame either. I love my morally gray traumatized teenagers lol.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

What did Kakashi think of Ibiki while he was a mortal in GOS? Did he ever visit his temples? Did he find him cute?

Personally, I imagine that part of the school's curriculum in the village, was to help its students find their own patron god. Maybe there were a bunch of field trips when they were young, dedicated to visiting every gods' temples of worship, and find at least one that was suited for each student. So he must have went to Ibiki's temple at least once.

I can't see Kakashi personally praying to/ worshipping any god (considering who/ what he is). Though I'm sure he respected most of them (Kakazu not included. He gave his worshippers some serious side eye I'm sure.). But deep down, a subconscious part of him knew what he was, and knew it was a bad idea to pray to any other god, even if he wasn't sure why.

Still, I could see him being a big fan of Iruka's and Ibiki's temples. Iruka because he loved the trans rep and was one of the main examples his parents used when they helped him explore his own gender.

But Ibiki... I wonder if he stared up at the stone interpretaions of his lover, and if this was the only god he seriously considered sending a prayer to, and becoming a worshipper. A part of him yearning to try and contact the god, finding him VERY attractive and also jiving with Ibiki's philosophy... and maybe a part of him just wanted to talk to him (again) but just... freezing up in fear before he could ever voice anythin... as if knowing it was a bad idea...

Because if Ibiki ever heard his prayer, he might recognised him. If he found Kakashi as a human, I wonder if he wouldn't hesitate to strike him down. Not out of maliciousness, he loves Kakashi, I'm sure he loved learning he was so adored and had such a happy life... but the fate of the world is at stake and his sense of justice wouldn't allow him to put Kakashi's happiness over the world.

(Though with Sakumo always staying so close to Kakashi and fighting for his right to live, I wonder if ANY god could have gotten close enough to hurt him. Even Obito had to trick his father to get close enough to act.)

Still...the idea of Kakashi having a crush on Ibiki's statue is very cute to me. Gai teasing his friend/ boyfriend about it, before Kakashi turns it around and teases Gai about his own crush on the God of Storms and how he said he wanted to marry the god the first time they entered his temple as kids.

Ok the image of Gai entering a temple dedicated to the god of storms and proudly declaring to everyone that he’s going to marry him is adorable

And it’s not like he’s wrong XD he will in fact end up marrying the god of storms

As for which god i think Kakashi would look up to/follow, i genuinly think it would be Sakumo who maybe doesn’t have a big temple to visit but they get to learn about him and his dedication to his children

Sakumo reminds Kakashi of his parents. The love they read about him having for his children, and how fiercly protective of them he is, would resonate with Kakashi.

There’s a part of society that sort of expects him to worship the god of storms since his parents believe he was a gift to them from that very god, but Kakashi always just kinda stares up at that temple (there’s no actual statues for Kakashi because the village is respectful of him and doesn’t depict him because he doesn’t like it) and feels like something is missing

Like the temple is empty. Missing the same magic and strength that exudes off of all of the other temples.

As for Ibiki, i can see Kakashi having a crush on the god but it’s mostly based off of his stories. Beauty/attractiveness means little to him, but the stories are beautiful. He also reads so many stories about the gods (he’s not sure why but he loves them) that he’s often correcting his teacher about small points on them because he finds it disrespectful to get that information wrong.

Like the teacher states once that Ibiki’s flower, the purple lotus, was created by Ibiki and Kakashi immediately raises his hand and explains the story if the creation of the purple lotus. Specifically that it was a gift from the god of storms to his lover.

Kakashi also knows all of the stories about Sakumo, Ibiki, and the great hero Gai, better than everyone else

They’re his favorite stories

[wttcsms]

OK ROYAL AU IDEA where reader is the spoiled princess who happens to be the youngest daughter of a king who's ruling over a major kingdom. you are to be married off to some prince in another kingdom, and this is the first time ur father has ever refused a request of yours. he assigns character as the knight in charge of taking care of you and seeing that you make it to the other kingdom safely. of course, you're being a brat and you don't want this AT ALL, so the whole entire time, you're doing whatever it takes to prolong the journey. you're asking for frequent stops, complaining the whole way, etc. character already has a slightly bad relationship with royals and you don't help his distaste for them. (yea it's an enemies to lovers fic, what's new!!!) i just love this fic concept bc i've decided that it's all about the YEARNING. the slowburn!!! the (sexual) TENSION.

it's all about the enduring a long horse carriage ride with the person you currently despise the most. it's about the first inn the two of you seek shelter at only having ONE BED. it's about the next inn you guys stay at being owned by a conservative lady who only rents to MARRIED couples so the two of you have to pretend to be married!!!!!!! it's about you being difficult to deal with for the first half of the fic but despite his annoyance with you, he still fulfills all ur seemingly impossible requests!!!! it's about you learning how to be a better person and as a princess who's never had to say 'thank you' for anything but yet you find yourself realizing those two words don't properly describe the gratitude you feel towards him. it's about him always putting his life on the line for you!!!! it's about how you're the first person to hear abt his nightmares. it's all about the fact that in the beginning of the fic, you delayed the trip in any way possible but now HE'S the one subtly delaying the trip the closer y'all get to the kingdom because he doesn't want to see you marry someone else but also bc he's grown to enjoy your company. it's about how you request that your trusty knight stays by your side at least til the wedding. it's about the fact that he's the only familiar face in this foreign town and perhaps THATS why you want him near you always (even though you know that's not true; you know that it's HIM you wish to be betrothed to, but unfortunately you're already promised to another). it's about how during a banquet, someone makes a snarky comment about him and just like how he's defended you all those times, you're repaying the favor. it's about you forgoing all proper etiquette and absolutely seething as you tell the person who insulted him that "to speak ill of him is the same as speaking ill of me & everyone here knows the punishment for that crime". it's about the fact that you get drunk a week before your wedding & he's there to take care of you and that's when you beg him to make you his, in mind, body, and soul, but right now, more specifically, body. it's the way he's been dreaming of you underneath him far too many times to be appropriate, but he still rejects you because he's a man of honor; after all, you're set to become someone else's wife, and youre a princess and he's from a scorned family and even if that wasn't an issue, you're still intoxicated and not in the right state of mind but you're crying and asking him why aren't you good enough. it's about you waking up the next morning to find him sitting in a chair, fast asleep because he spent the whole night consoling you and watching over you and you tell him that everything you said that night was true, that he is the only one you want, status and family reputation be damned. it's about him dramatically objecting your wedding!!!!

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Hello! I'm having a rough day and could use a pick-me-up so if you don't mind could I please get a LOTR matchup?

I'm a 20 year old autistic girl with asthma and arthritis. I'm also really short, like 4' 10" (142 cm) tall and I have wild wavy auburn hair that's almost always covered with a bandana. My style changes from feminine to tomboyish a lot. I practice witchcraft and am especially interested in communicating with spirits and deities, and I'm also an avid and very good gardener, writer, artist and I pick up tons of different hobbies ranging from falconry to leatherworking. I'm very rustic and not too modern, though I'm not entirely old fashioned either. I'm very polite and honestly a bit professional all the time (blame it on the autism) and I'm really funny and witty too. I'm very intelligent and can pull up a random fact about almost anything, especially mythology and folklore related stuff. It takes a lot to make me angry, but I'm very protective so I will come to people's aid very quickly.

Thank you so much, I hope you have a good day and a fantastic fall!

hi dear!

i'm so sorry you've had a bad day. but I've seen the pictures of your harvest and all the produce looks amazing! i've been going through a tough time myself, so i hope this will cheer you up a bit. 🤗🤍

i ship you with Aragorn!

He met you at Rivendell when visiting home after a long period in the West. You immediately caught his eyes and went up to you as you tended to the garden. Your distant attitude surprised him at first but it only sparked his curiosity and struck up a conversation every time he bumped into you. He admired how knowledgable you were in many fields and began to return to Rivendell more and more often - he promised to teach you the healing arts and often came back from his travels with exotic herbs. One time you passionately described a plant you were already familiar with and Aragorn listened to you with a smile. When you finished he commented: "It looks like I am not really needed here". You quickly started to protest and explain that you really enjoyed his lessons, only for him to assure you that he was only teasing and that you were the best student he ever had. One time, as a "farewell present" (and a thank you for his lessons), you'd made him an excellent pair of arm protectors. They were durable and beautifully crafted and they became his prized possession. Whenever the villagers in Bree would compliment him on it, he wouldn't miss an opportunity to let them know it was made by you. It was during one of his wanderings around the Shire that he realised how much he missed you. He would take you on short trips, but only to locations close to Rivendell and never to anything dangerous. It only clicked for him then, how he would constantly talk about you and how fellow rangers would tease him about it. He remembered how he would often pick you up when he returned, to twirl you around as a greeting and how his guiding touches during your lessons were more so signs of yearning to be close to you. He really cherished your smile and took note of the things that made you laugh. From this trip, he returned with a falcon: he knew how alone you felt among the tall Elves and wanted you to have company while he was away. Your relationship grew steadily, with none of you ever mentioning your feelings to the other but it being obvious to everyone around you. When the Fellowship left for Mount Doom, you insisted on accompanying them, but ended up in a heated argument with Aragorn who was absolutely against the idea. In the end, your reasoning that "even Merry and Pippin could go" won the debate and you joined the nine men. You talked with Sam for hours on end about gardening and discussed magic with Gandalf. Your falcon was often of help in alerting for enemy and your other skills greatly aided the Fellowship in their task. Although all the hardship of the journey could not prepare you for the anxiety and pain as Aragorn's coronation drew nearer. You knew your relationship would change and you risked losing him, yet spoke nothing about your troubles. Still, Aragorn knew you better. He noticed how you rambled around the castle or on the streets of Gondor and how all your smiles seemed forced. He offered to accompany you on one of your walks and confronted you about your strange behaviour - this implored you to open up and confessed how you feared losing him. He held your hands to his chest and said: "Minas Tirith is a barren city. It needs a queen with skill to make it lush again."

[emissaryoftheguilty]

The way that Diluc clung to him as the two made their way back to the Fortress made the Duke’s heart squeeze. He was absolutely enamored by how the young master was holding onto him and leaning on him, and the way he preened and was satisfied was not lost on Wriothesley. Not one bit. In fact, whenever they were sitting within the submersible that took them to the Fortress, he leaned his head back against Diluc’s. It didn’t matter to him if the navigator looked at them at any point.

They’d see the marks upon the Ragnivindr’s neck, anyway. He has no reason to keep this new development a secret if they knew what to look for. In fact, he was more than happy to let them know that Diluc is his.

Finally reaching the administrative district and moving into his office, the Duke let out a sigh of relief upon finally being alone with his beloved phoenix again. Yet, he certainly didn’t expect the swiftness of Diluc spinning around to stand between him and the door in order to kiss him again while locking the door behind himself. He was caught off guard entirely, yet in the best and most welcome way possible.

His hands were quick to find Diluc’s hips again to hold him up as he stood on his tip-toes, bending himself over a bit as well so he wouldn’t strain himself too much in order to reach him. His cold hands seared into the younger man’s sides, his fingers slightly digging in and bruising the skin beneath his clothes. He wants, wants, wants so bad—but no, he can’t. He shan’t!

At least, not until Diluc commanded him to go upstairs and even began herding him to the second level. He heard clothes dropping haphazardly to the floor as they made their way up, and Wriothesley genuinely couldn’t help himself from glancing back here and there, even at the risk of tripping and falling on the stairs. His mouth was both salivating and yet felt dry as a desert all the same.

“Diluc—,” he rasped out a little desperately, his tone indicating strain from the attempt of controlling himself. This isn’t fair, this so isn’t fair. He was trying very hard to keep himself in check out of worry that he’d make Diluc uncomfortable from taking things way too far way too fast. And yet, here his beloved phoenix was, looking at him with the same hunger that the Duke had tearing at his insides for who knows how long now, all while dropping his belt.

He yearned to fall to his knees right before his Persephone and tend to him instead, yet the fire in his eyes made him shudder involuntarily. How could he ever think to go against his wishes, to ever deny him his desires?

Wriothesley decided to not remove any articles of clothing himself, as he had a distinct feeling that the younger man may want to do it for him. Instead, he moved towards his desk, walking around it and seating himself on his chair, his feet planting firmly on the ground while his legs spread. All this, before he pat his thigh with a hand for Diluc to join him on his lap once more.

As they move on, Diluc discovers that to have the Duke's arm feels nearly as intimate as all that had transpired just moments before.

He gets to share some of his own endless warmth with him as the pair walk arm-in-arm, both hands coming to rest upon his bicep. His head finds Wriothesley's shoulder -- and finds that it's really quite comfortable.

Wrapped up in his jacket, head resting against him and their arms linked together... It's a quiet form of possession that suits Diluc perfectly well, and the satisfaction on his face is clear as they make their way back to the Fortress, and to the administrative block.

Oh, he can't wait for the next moment that they're alone again.

And the second the door to that office is closed behind them, it's as though a switch has been flipped. Diluc's fingertips dig deep into the fabric of Wriothesley's waistcoat. With a quick spin, he puts himself between the taller man and the door, a hand blindly reaching behind him to lock it as he leans up onto the very tips of his toes and eagerly reclaims those lips with his own.

If anyone has any need of their administrator for the next hour, then tough-- Too bad. Not. Happening.

The entire way back, he's been silently contemplating what exactly he planned to do with Wriothesley as soon as they were alone once more, and it seems as though he's come to one very definite conclusion.

"You. Up those stairs. Now."

He pushes the Duke on up, up, up the staircase -- casting aside pieces of his clothing as they go. First, their jackets. His gloves, necktie, even his vest were eventually scattered about as he stomped on up the stairs with the Duke in tow, leaving them in a haphazard state.

Until, finally, he reaches the top of the staircase and drops the belt from about his waist, letting it land with a quiet 'thump.'

His gaze is that of a man starved of that which he craved most -- wetting his lips with his tongue.

"Sit. Let me take care of you."

[sashi-ya]

Hope I’m requesting this right! Can I have Dark Void, NSFW, with Ulquiorra in a One Piece au. ((He’d be such a fun pirate!!))

Hii honey! Of course!! I'm REALLY SORRY for the delay!! But here I am bringing you this -full of emotions- fic with our favourite bat! I hope you enjoy!! 💖

🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

NSFW ~ Ulquiorra Cifer x F! Reader ~ Dark Void

tw: angsty -as always-. One Piece AU, Ulquiorra is a pirate from the Worst Gen. He is also a virgin, so, first time for him. Full of metaphorical situations. Onna means woman.

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He has lost his captain Aizen. A dreadful pirate, dangerous and severe but always so well behaved. As one of the first commanders he got in charge of the whole crew and despite the many tantrums Grimmjow throw at him, Las Noches Go would navigate peacefully through the waters of the Grandline.

Ulquiorra, “The One Who Cries” as the Marine call him, Captain of “Las Espadas” crew, became very popular for his cruel techniques to become one of the several members of the Supernova. And you, a simple recruit would admire him from far, oh in silence but so close to his beautiful crying emerald eyes. Emerald eyes that remind you of a bat, and in fact he is like one. Stealth, prefers darkness, and also, he is the user from an absolute strong mythical Zoan devil fruit; Hito Hito no mi, model Camazotz.

White immaculate clothes that compete for which is paler with his skin, flow with the breeze of the sea ahead of you. His black hair also plays with the wind, and you can’t take your eyes off his round cheeks and pointy nose contemplating the horizon.

“Ah…captain” you mumble, sitting and painting the scenery. You were allowed to do so, because you really loved to capture random moments of your trip. And today, Ulquiorra was your model, even if he didn’t know.

The oil paint bleeds through the cheap paper you have. It’s the only paper you could find on that shitty island you visited but after all what really matters was the art you would create over them.

You became distracted by the waves crushing against the ship, fantasizing about his arms being wrapped around your waist right where he was standing. Green strokes, white ones, and a condensed ball of black over what in your canvas seemed to be his chest.

And the ball became a hollowed heart, because even if you would yearn for him, you knew Captain Ulquiorra has no heart… He is a soul with a dark void, so, so dark you’ve never ever seen him smile.

A sudden disgusting feeling pulled you out of your creative process. A tattooed tongue licked your cheek and greasy long black locks graze your shoulder. “What are you doing, hm? Oh, don’t you tell me you are painting Ulquiorra… aww she is so in love…” Nnoitra, the most despicable being of your crew, the definition of misogyny has come to ruin your day.

“Fuck you, Nnoitra. Really” you spit at him pushing him aside. You have no respect for him, as he has none for you. And that was a bad decision… the bastard snatches your wrist and pulls you up from the little stool you were sitting on the deck.

Nnoitra shakes you and is about to kick your stomach when a greenish blade crosses his neck.

“Let her go”

But Nnoitra wouldn’t stop squeezing your arm and his nails continue carving marks on your skin. The edge of your captain’s sword begins to tint in tiny drops of red as it would bury slowly but painfully on your attacker’s neck.

“I won’t repeat myself. You let her go or you head ends up sliced off your body” he commands, and you all know the greasy hair bastard won’t have other chance…

“Fiiiiine… I’m sorry, tch!” Nnoitra says, laughing and acting as if it was not a big of a deal his head almost ends up floating on the Grandline. Because Ulquiorra never uses violence unless is not necessary, and all of you knew this time he wasn’t joking at all.

He stops grabbing your wrists and puts you down rather violently, so much you fall back. But Ulquiorra, quickly and efficiently stopped you from hitting your back against the floor.

You land over his arm, faces so close, the sun shining over your eyes with flares of pure light in between the little space of your bodies. Maybe it was just a second, but you feel it eternal. And he did too. Ulquiorra’s eyes widen, fixed on yours, pupils dilating as they react to your presence.

“Thanks” you mouth because no words would come out. “It’s ok, are you hurt?” he asks, helping you stand up. You deny with your head, taking a look at the unfinished paint that ended up on the floor after Nnoitra attacked you.

Ulquiorra slowly walks towards the canvas and picks it up. He takes a look at it and even if he doesn’t smile you could sense he is pleased with it. “Beautiful, as always… is this me?”. “Uhum…” you hum, looking at his long pale fingers hold your painting. His black painted nails contrasting so perfectly and oh the bones of his wrists, so inviting, pure art for your eyes.

“Onna, I will leave you alone if you want to finish it up” he says fixing the canvas over the little lectern. You clear your throat and as he walks with his hands inside his pockets you ask him to wait. Ulquiorra stops walking and turns around, always so classy and mysteriously.

“Can I ask you something, Captain?” you ask, wary and unsure if that’s too much after he saved you just now. “Yes?” he says, showing you, he is in fact interested in what you need.

“So… uh… If you want, can you please model for me? I wanna finish this painting…” you mumble, stare fixed on your fidgeting thumbs. “Sure. Now?” he immediately says, not sure why you’ve been acting so shy.

You smile relived, he has no problem in spending more time with you… You tell him it doesn’t have to be now, but rather during the night as the composition would look even better with him standing under the moonlight. Ulquiorra agrees with a solemn and emotionless nod and walks away.

After dinner, and when the moon is on full display your captain calls you outside.

You haven’t eaten a single piece of your meal, your heart pumping, fast, anxiety rising up. He drinks his tea trying to ignore the loud voices of his nakama when his eyes open and fix on yours.

“Let’s go outside, onna” he orders, and you as fast as possible stand up. Hallibel and Nel look at you and then to Ulquiorra. While Hallibel says nothing, Nel begins smirking and getting excited. Thing that makes your cheeks get hotter.

You ask her to shut up as Ulquiorra stands up and walks outside ignoring everything around him with his hands inside his pockets. You follow him, remembering the words he had told you back when you first got into the crew “Come with me, woman. Don’t talk. Say only “yes”. Don’t ask me anything. Don’t tell me anything”

The deck of the Las Noches Go shines with the silvery light of a half moon, so pretty and mysterious like the man in front of you. “Captain, I will go inside and look for the materials. I’ll be right back” you say and want to run inside but you can’t.

Lean, soft fingers round your wrist not allowing you to keep walking. “Onna” he whispers. “Huh?” you ask, scared but feeling yourself in heaven as he has touched you twice in less than 24 hours.

“Paint in me that dark circle I’ve seen you painted in your canvas, Onna”

You take a big gasp of air, knowing too well what circle he is talking about. That black dot that got bigger and it bleed through the paper, that kept enlarging the more you look the emptiness on his eyes, deep into his soul, deep into a hollowed heart.

“Yes, sir” you mumble. “Very well, I’ll wait here” he says, and let’s go of your arm. His hold wasn’t strong enough to hurt you, but firm and dominant as his mere presence over yours.

You rush to your room, grabbing only the black paint tube and a brush. You don’t wanna think about what you will be doing, but only about following his order. He wants you to paint that black circle on him, and so you will.

When you are back, you take a look at his flowing hakama. His back isn’t wide since he is  quite a thin man, but he looks stunning facing directly at the moon in melancholy stare.

“Captain…” you whisper, holding the little tube of squirting black matter and a brush. “Oh… Onna, come here” he commands, extending you a hand for you to go over the forecastle of the ship.

You notice his clothes are now open, bare chest, so white and pale garnished by a single tattoo with the number four over one of his pecs. He is lean and thin, and not a gram of fat is part of his flesh. The prominence of his ribs shows slightly at each side of his thorax and his belly has barely noticeable marked abs.

You look at him up and down, feeling his cold hand still grabbing yours. His eyes have no shine, but certainly your image is reflected in them. The greenish tears that he had tattooed over his cheeks are a painful reminder of his sad expression and the handsome features make your heart beat, perhaps, for the both of you.

“W-where should I paint it, Ulquiorra-san?” you ask, swallowing and waiting for his orders.

“In your art it was painted here, right? Then here…” he says, taking your hand to the valley forming in between his two collar bones. You don’t move, and the icy skin on the tip of your fingers feels so weird, yet so amazing.

You nod, blinking slowly, lips separating, getting dry with the breeze of a chilly night. Your only source of light are the many stars and the half moon shining over your bodies, behind the sky show dark stormy clouds approaching. The subtle scent of his skin that reminds you of fresh mint and something else, the way his chest goes up and down in accelerating motions…

The air feels heavy, and after taking the courage to do so your hands start working. His arms hang at each side of his body, and he looks down at you in total calm -or at least that’s what you think-.

Squeezing the black paint over his chest makes him shiver a little as it was colder than his own skin. Maybe the brush isn’t necessary as you are drawn to use your bare fingers to form the circle.

You think about asking why he is making you do so, but you prefer to stay in silence as his words replay over and over in your head… “Don’t talk. Say only “yes”. Don’t ask me anything. Don’t tell me anything”

“There” you finally say, when the circle is, in your opinion, big enough. “It isn’t big enough, Woman)” he painfully spits, and it’s so amazing this man could be so poetic… is this a way to show you how empty his chest feels?

You can barely hear him breath, accelerated as your index finger makes the whole bigger and bigger. How big he wants it? You don’t know, but you keep tracing it in circle motions. And the diameter grows and grows. And he never stops you.

And it grows so much, almost his whole chest is covered by it. “Ulquiorra-san, it’s almost as big as your chest” you whisper, understanding on the verge of tears his sadness was way bigger than what you had thought.

“It is, though I don’t think it’s enough” he says. But his speech got absolutely muffled by the sound of thunder. The storm is nearly over you now, and despite the moon is strong enough to shine its light through the clouds everything feels cold and dark.

And your hand rests over his chest completely tinted in black, and you don’t dare to stop touching him. His hand won’t allow you to do so either way. Ulquiorra has grabbed your wrist, pleading without words to please don’t take your warmth off his barely pumping heart.

The first drop falls, and then some more. One by one they tint in black, washing away, making the black pain bleed in endless rivers of darkness. He takes a look at it, the drops reach his waist, his belly button, his hips. The tears in your eyes mix with the rain, and you used to think “everything but the rain” but now… this rain was healing him as in a metaphorical way the black dot would disappear slowly from his chest.

He looks at the melting black dot, and then to your eyes. The rain has wet your and his hair and for some reason, right in that moment, you two felt lonely yet together. And Ulquiorra pulled you closer, and your chest pressed against his.

Green eyes that didn’t show pain but need. Noses so close to touching, lips too. “Kiss me, Onna” he ordered, yet it felt like a beg, like a plead. And you kiss him, because you have sworn to say to him only yes, because you knew he wouldn’t ever, ever, hurt you. 

His lips touch yours; it takes you some time to finally succumb to utmost passion. Warm breathing into each other’s mouths, his arms now surrounding you in cold yet lovingly embrace.

Your clothes completely stained in his melting dark void, your hands too. Painted handprints now cover his back, neck, mandible. Hair dripping wet, his clothes falling into the ground, yours too as he lifts your shirt up.

“I lust for everything about you” he says, in between kisses, as both of you fall to the deck of the ship. “Careful, is slippery” he whispers, helping you sit over his lap. You can feel his hardness over white clothes becoming transparent the more they get damped with the rain.

His nails softly scratch your back up and down, pressing the small of your back against himself in desperation to feel such intimate contact. Lips so swollen from insatiable kisses separate for short moments, and in yours a beautiful smile draws.

And your eyes scan his, because you expect one there too… and even if it is so subtle, a smirk appear like a blessing over the commissure of his lips.

“Can I make – love to you? Is that how people call it?” he asks, for the first time without giving you an order.

“Yes, Ulquiorra… please, make love to me…”

Pushing you back, so delicately, he tops you. So unsure of what he is doing but traveling with his index finger the whole extents of your body. From your bottom lip towards your chest, belly, and hips. His eyes wide open, almost without blinking because he always says the only thing that exists is what his eyes reflect, and right now they were reflecting your whole existence.

He shyly pulls your pants off, discovering your anatomy so ready for him. The water makes you both shiver as it’s cold, but do you really care? Absolutely not, the fire inside your souls probably it’s enough to keep you warm.

“Ulquiorra-san, have you ever…?” you ask, trying not to sound disrespectful towards him. He looks to the side, denying with his head. He was indeed a virgin. And you didn’t want to make it difficult for him, in fact you just want him inside you even if he is inexperienced and shy.

You smile, caressing his cheek and looking at the black drops from his chest fall over yours. The circle, the dark void is almost invisible, and it lacks any form now. The loneliness was about to leave his heart, once and for all.

You guided him inside you. Ulquiorra’s pale cheeks sprinkle with a reddish dust. Entering, feeling your clenching walls around his shaft, reacting with a perfect mix of innocence and lust. He is in heaven, you are too. In and out he starts moving soon after, at first so bashfully.

His hips increase the rhythm as desire takes over of his whole being. There is no more emptiness in you, nor in him. Learning to fill a void by melting in one. Hammering into you, his lips barely grazing the lobe of your ear as him in a beasty way is now fucking you.

He moans and groans, his low raspy voice feels like the song of the devil. Full of lust, lust for you, for your heart, for your body, for the touch, for the love.

Lust, lust, lust. No more dark voids, no more emptiness, no more despair. Mine, say only yes. Mine, be mine. Fill the void in me, woman… ~

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haikyuu boys and tropes that suit them!

includes: kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tōru, sakusa kiyoomi, miya osamu, miya atsumu, suna rintarō

(possibly part 1??? consider this an apology for not posting as much 💔)

kageyama tobio — practice kissing. 

kageyama is, as embarrassing as it is for him to admit this, inexperienced, greatly so. he’s in his third year of high school, 18, and is yet to have his first kiss. college is approaching him dauntingly quick, and he doesn’t think he can handle being as clueless as he is for any longer. so while you’re sat on his bed scrolling through his phone, he bluntly asks you if you’ve ever kissed someone. he seemed so confident, and the words were straightforward and lacked any sign of anxiety or uneasiness. but the moment they left his mouth, he’s red in the face and his hands are shaking. when you agree to help him practice, he’s scared, shy, flustered, and his heart is in his throat, but he lets you lead the, setting the pace yourself as you sit before him, his face in your hands, pulling him closer to you. it’s electrifying, to put it to the least. he’d heard a million horror stories from his upperclassmen about first kisses, but he finds himself unable to relate. everything about the kiss and you is perfect, and he asks for more practice, starts looking forward to theses ‘sessions.’ he starts growing more and more confident, until he’s the one flustering you, the one making you gasp and squirm and mewl, not the other way around. and maybe he’ll find it in him to confess. maybe. 

iwaizumi hajime — friends to lovers. 

in general, with iwaizumi, he has a hard time believing in that he’s meant for a relationship, in that he has his own person, and for many reasons. he tries to be rational about it, saying he has other priorities at the moment, that he won’t be able to give his all, that he’s not particularly ready or in the right headspace/situation to commit to a person and a relationship. but it’s also, deep down, because of this indescribable fear of not being enough, of his flaws being too much, of being too imperfect. he just chooses not to get a headache over it, honestly. that’s why friends to lovers is perfect for him. it’s this person who he’s known for a long time, someone he’s come to know so well, so deeply, and vice versa. they’ve seen the bad and good of each other, been through all the ups and downs, learnt all their quirks, their habits, their tendencies. this is someone who is already a priority, someone who is already a constant. of course, he still hurts his head thinking about how wrong it is to have feelings for his friend, and the shame and guilt eats at him from the inside out. but it’s just so— easy. to love them. it’s so, so easy, as easy as breathing. and iwaizumi spends such a large amount of time pining and yearning that the final straw, the snap, the breathless confession, is so satisfying. 

oikawa tōru — enemies to lovers. 

oikawa wants and needs someone that’ll both keep him on his toes, always pushing him to the very edge but not completely over. he needs someone that excites him, someone that he has to work to earn. the word enemies is blurry to him. all he sees is someone playing hard to get, and he takes it as a challenge. it’s not that he wants and needs everyone to be in love with him and how dare you not be swooning at the sight of me!! it’s more that this person intrigues him impossibly. this person challenges him, bites back, and bites back hard. and the transition from enemies to lovers is so smooth with him, because it’s unpredictable and unexpected. one moment you’re swearing at him across the hall, the next you’re tenderly massaging at his injured knee and reassuring him of his hard work and efforts. it’s beautiful, really. the snarky comments and the flirty comebacks and the glares returned with playful grins, and them the moment of realization that opens up a whole new door that this person isn’t so bad after all. the satisfaction of finally giving in, either so slowly, so carefully and timidly, or rushed, hurried and desperate. so good. 

sakusa kiyoomi — there was only one bed! 

sakusa does not share. it’s nothing personal (sometimes it is), but he just prefers to have his own private space, where he can be comfortable. but things happen! like a trip where you’re stuck in the same room! and there’s only one bed! and the person you’re stuck with is the same person you’re very confused in regards to your feelings about them! the trip is a couple of days, and so it starts with the offer to sleep on the couch. it’s very uncomfortable, but he does it anyways, because a) he’s a gentleman, and b) you both now each have your private, safe space. two days pass, and you both tiredly pass out on the bed next to one another. he wakes up before you in horror and falls onto the couch quickly, but he doesn’t fall asleep again. as if this were fate’s play, you find yourself unable to sleep, and neither can he, so you quietly scoot over, a silent invitation. reluctantly, he accepts. he doesn’t spend that night sleeping either, instead simply stares at you, his hand outreaching for you, but not quite touching. eventually comes a day when he wakes up with your face buried in his shoulder, and although his cheeks are as warm as ever, he doesn’t feel uncomfortable. he only feels grateful to be finally touching you. 

miya osamu — soft only for their lover. 

it’s not that osamu is rude to others, or hates everyone else, or anything along those lines. it’s more that he’s less likely to open up, be vulnerable, be softer, easier than compared to with his partner. with his lover, he smiles easier, expressions are readable, his eyes always a dead giveaway to what’s on his mind. he’s colder and less approachable to others, but it’s almost as if his resolve melts the moment he spots his lover. he could be yelling at someone, angrily, then turn to his partner and in the softest voice say, “just a moment, my love,” and go back to yelling as if it were completely normal. similarly, he will always take his lover’s side of the argument regardless of whether they’re right or wrong. and, he’ll be kissing his lover, but pause for a moment to deck his brother, then return to kissing his lover again even softer. it’s because his lover owns such a big part of his heart, and when osamu loves, he loves with every part of him. he’s been called out on it multiple times; the fact that he’s so much meaner and harsher and stubborn with everyone else, including his brother, but it’s always the opposite with you. you are his soft spot, really, and it tickles your tummy whenever you notice the little changes and shifts in his attitude and personality when it comes to you. 

miya atsumu — enemies to lovers. 

unlike with oikawa’s case, you and atsumu genuinely hate each other. you despise his attitude, his cockiness, his ideals, his approaches, his voice, his hair, everything, and likewise, he can’t stand you. he’d only ever been rude to you, and in response, you’d defended yourself by being equally as rude. this isn’t playing hard to get enemies, this is i hate your guts enemies. rarely does being in a room with him not result in some sort of argument. your mutual friends are all fed up, of the arguments, the fighting, the smack talk behind one another’s backs, the complaining, everything. it’s infuriating, and so they beg you to talk it out, to try and resolve whatever it was going on between you, but either he wouldn’t cooperate, or you wouldn’t. it seemed hopeless, until at some point in time, you get badly hurt, maybe mentally or physically, but atsumu finds himself worried unbelievably. it’s irrational to be, especially with your history with one another. but he’s worried, insanely so, and when he finds you, finds out you’re okay, or you will be, the relief that fills him is dizzying and so, scary. but maybe the both of you were just projecting onto each other, the fact that you so badly wanted each other but felt like you couldn’t do anything. 

suna rintarō — brother’s best friend. 

it’s a dash of forbidden love, a dash of friends to lovers. he’s your brother’s best friend, older than you, and it’s wrong, you know it is, but you can’t help it. on the days he’s invited over, you purposely make sure to stay at home, and you make excuses to pass by your brother’s room constantly, to talk to him. he knows you like him, knows you’re desperately chasing after him in your own subtle way, and for a while, suna lets you. he acts dumb, none the wiser, lets you have your little fun of sneaking snaps of him to send to your friends and when you purposely press your leg against his sitting next to him on the couch or when you offer your lollipop after you suck on it. he indulges you, slightly, subtly. and when he sees it suitable, finds it right, he starts to return the advances: he accidentally arrives a little earlier than planned to your home when he’s invited, and he passed by you in school more often, and he makes up excuses to text you all the time. eventually, the sexual tension is unbearable, suffocating, incredibly overwhelming, and when it snaps, nothing else matters. just the two of you. he’s experienced, good with his words and his hands and his mouth and he’s a dream. and all you do is fall deeper, and deeper, and deeper. 

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Childhood Friends

Brahms Heelshire x afab!Reader

Author: @loopy-froots

Word Count: 3261 (WOW wtf…)

Slight request by @leahromanof : small age gap (Brahms is 26-28 and the reader is 20)

Summary: The Reader grew up very close to the Heelshire family, as their parents were business partners with them. However, after the fire incident, Brahms and the Reader took some space from each other. While the Reader knew Brahms was still alive, they didn’t know under the circumstances he was. When a sudden tragedy strikes their family, the Reader is left with no home. The Heelshire family offer their home with welcoming arms, but much has changed between all of them since they have last seen each other.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, swearing, slasher x reader, smut, virgin/unprotected sex (masc and fem), abusive parents (fem), insecurities (on both parts), slight age gap (6ish years?), a slight size kink (if you squint?), etc.

Author’s Note: I wasn’t too sure what to write for the age gap so I hope this is good enough!!! I also threw in a lot of personal needs I’ve been having, so I hope y’all don’t mind! Feel free to let me know your thoughts!!!

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*2nd Person POV*

You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were finally going to see your beloved childhood friend, Brahms Heelshire, again after close to ten years of separation. You wished this was not under these circumstances, as you never intended to cause your family such turmoil.

“Y/n! Come in, why don’t you?” Mr. Heelshire exclaims as he opens his front door. He must have seen you walk up their driveway. You can see Mrs. Heelshire inside, but she shares a concerning expression. Trying to brush it off, you step inside and am greeted by the warmth of the house. It was a terribly chilly winter day, and the walk there exhausted you.

“Come, dear! Let me get you a cup of tea to warm you up! You look rather frozen!” Mrs. Heelshire snaps out of her funk and laughs al0ng with her husband. Their jovial attitude makes you feel rather welcomed and loved.

“I cannot thank you enough, Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire… I… I’m terribly sorry that this all happened… especially so suddenly…” You look down with embarrassment.

“Nonsense! We’re always happy to have you, Y/n! Our home is yours!” Mr. Heelshire smiles at you, but you get a somewhat urgent vibe from him. You’re not sure how to feel about it, but you figure since they’re being ever so kind you were in no position to question.

“Now, dear… why don’t you tell us exactly what happened… Perhaps we may help with your parents’ situation?” Mrs. Heelshire gently suggests, but you shake your head in disagreement.

“Unfortunately, I’m not sure that’s possible… you see, I recently came out to my parents as non-binary… they’ve never been overly supportive of that kind of stuff, but I knew I couldn’t hide myself any longer…” You explain shamefully.

���Oh my… that is a rather difficult predicament, hm? However, we want you to know that we fully support you… in fact, our own Brahms considers himself genderfluid,” Mrs. Heelshire shares, which honestly makes you feel less alone.

“Really? I… I had no idea… Thank you, but speaking of which… where is Brahms…? Does he still live with you?” You wonder.

“Oh, um… yes… he does, but he’s grown to be rather… timid… so he doesn’t always come out when people are visiting…” Mr. Heelshire explains swiftly, and you try to understand. You don’t fully know what he’s been through, so who are you to judge his social anxieties?

“That’s alright. Well, I just hope he knows how excited I am to see him again…” You confess, causing a surprised reaction from the Heelshire couple.

“Really? Well, that’s certainly wonderful! I’m sure he'll become more open to meeting you after he gets used to you being in the house…” Mrs. Heelshire states with a gentle smile, and you nod your head in agreement.

With that, you are then taken on a tour of the house. You’re shown areas you can and cannot wander to, and you mentally note each location that’s off limits. You’d never want to make the Heelshires uncomfortable, despite how curious you were. They show you to your room, which you immediately recognize as Brahms’ childhood room.

“Oh wow! This looks exactly how I remembered it!” You giggle.

“I’m glad you’re fond of it still, as Brahms insisted you take his room for your own… comfort…” Mr. Heelshire shares, but something tells you he’s not entirely being honest. However, you ignore the feeling bubbling up in your stomach.

“Well, feel free to unpack your things dear. As we mentioned before, we are planning on going on a trip within the next few days. So it will be just you and Brahms for a while…” Mrs. Heelshire reminds you, and you shiver slightly for some reason.

“Oh, yes… Well, I hope the two of you enjoy it!” You politely respond.

~~~

“Goodbye, dear! And remember, follow the rules and you’ll get no trouble from our dear Brahms!” The Heelshires bid you farewell and leave in their cab. Closing the door, you sigh in relief.

“Alright, follow the rules… I can do that… it’s the least I can do since they were so kind as to let me stay for a while…” You motivate yourself.

“Y/n…” A sudden familiar, childlike voice echoes through the house. You looked around to see who it came from, but you saw no one. It had to be Brahms, right? Who else could it have been, but where was he?

“B-Brahms?” You sheepishly call out. You hear no answer and suddenly feel quite stupid. Maybe you just heard the shifting of the house or imagined someone was calling your name?

“Alright, focus… first things first, making some lunch… hopefully he’ll come down to eat with me…?” You hope. You could’ve sworn you heard another childish giggle somewhere, but you try to shake the skittish feeling building up. You quickly make whatever you feel like for lunch, desperate to finish so that you can call Brahms down to eat.

“Um, Brahms? I… lunch is done… if you want some?” You yell throughout the house, but you hear no answer. Finally feeling defeat, you turn back to the kitchen and notice that one of the plates of food has disappeared.

“How did he get to it without me noticing?” You ask out loud. Every instinct within you tells you that something was wrong, but you tried your best to give the man some time to adjust to the new living situation.

“Y/n…?” In the middle of eating, you hear a now more adult version of the voice you heard earlier. You drop your fork in surprise and frantically look around for the source. You then see a tall and scruffy looking man standing at the end of the dining room. He was holding the plate that is now empty, and you figure that must be Brahms. He was very odd looking, in all honesty. He wore a porcelain mask that resembles the type of little dollies you used to keep as a kid.

“Oh, um… h-hello, Brahms…?” You try to be friendly towards him, despite the creepy feeling you got from him already. However, him not answering causes the suspicion to form again.

“Um… did you enjoy the meal I made for you?” You try to spark a conversation, but Brahms nonverbally nods in response.

“That’s good! I’m… glad…” You smile awkwardly at him, but his masked face remains expressionless. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, and Brahms notices the tense state you’re in. He begins to step closer to you, and sets his plate on the table. Sweating profusely, you wonder what he’s doing. He steps closer and closer to you until he’s directly in front of you. While you sit, he towers over you. You’d never admit it, but he’s very intimidating. However, you try your best to be polite.

“Is… everything alright, Brahms?” You ask innocently. He just stares at you, though, never saying a word. When you were about to get up and try to walk away, he grabs your arm and pulls you into him.

“B-Brahms…?!” You exclaim as he squeezes you in his broad arms. He’s rather warm, but trembling. Your heart relaxes when you realize he only wanted a hug.

“Y/n… nice to see you again…” He finally peeps out. Your cheeks heat up, but you lean into the embrace. The two of you just hold onto each other for a few moments, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Good to see you, too! I was worried you were upset with me for coming back after such a long time…” You try to pull away and look him in the eyes, but his grip keeps you there.

“Mm, no… not upset… lonely…” He breathes into your ear, sending a chill down your back. He was… lonely? That makes you feel bad… really bad… how could you leave him like you did after the incident?! It wasn’t completely your fault, as you parents were the main reason you stayed away. They told you what a dangerous person Brahms was, and they forbid you from being influenced by him in any way.

Additionally, your parents never liked how fond the two of you seemed towards each other, despite the slight age difference you had. Brahms was only six years older, and to you it didn’t matter for terms of friendship. However, your parents saw the attraction Brahms had towards you right away. As children, it only developed into a little crush, but the older the two of you got the more obvious it became, to the adults at least. You seemed quite oblivious to his attempts to woo you, as you had just thought he was being friendly.

“I…I’m sorry, Brahms… I should’ve… I wish I’d have… I’m sorry…” Tear well in your eyes as you look down from his gaze. Your focus then shifts to the ever growing bulge in his pants that you hadn’t noticed before.

“It’s alright… happy you’re here now…” Brahms strokes your hair with his free hand, and he leans into you. You feel him stroke your neck with his nose, seemingly trying to get a reaction out of you. Completely frozen, you felt unsure of what to do. All of the sudden, your head’s ideas clicked and made you realize the years of yearning he’d been doing for you.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t still have feelings for the boy you grew up with. You always admired how protective he was of you. You never admitted your affection towards him, though, as you thought he might react negatively. To you, the age difference acted as a barrier, but to him, it seemed he didn’t mind in the slightest. All he’s ever known was his love for you, despite the age gap. However, is this still the same boy as before? You probably barely knew him anymore. Then why were you getting so flustered over this simple interaction?

“Brahms?” You look back into his eyes with a curious glint. What was he planning with you?

“Hm?” He nonchalantly answers.

“Are you…?” You start, but then feel too embarrassed to finish.

“Yes,” He agrees without needing you to explain. You feel him jerk his hips into your stomach softly, desperate to get some friction between the two of you. As intoxicating as he was being, you still felt unsure of your stance with him.

“I’m not sure I want to… I mean, this is so soon… don’t you think?” You try to reason mainly with yourself to try and stop this from happening. With that, Brahms stops and pulls away from you with a pout.

“No?” He questions with sweet eyes.

“I… yes…?” You try to stand your ground with yourself again, but it’s no use. Brahms’ heartfelt pleading turns you to putty in his hands.

“Please?” He begs. With that, you finally agree, and he’s onto you. Groping all up and down your sides, front, and back, he feels every inch of your body as if he’s desperate to find something in you.

“Brahms… wait…?” You stop him again, realizing you hadn’t seen his actual face yet. You politely ask him to remove his mask, but he visibly slumps.

“Why…? You… don’t want to see me…” Brahms insecurely explains, but you shake your head.

“I do! Please…?” You whine as he continues to feel up your back. Brahms hesitates slightly, then agrees. With that, he slowly removes the porcelain from himself. This leaves his bare, burnt, and uncertain face into your view. You’re unsure of what to say at first, as your feelings are conflicted. However, you quickly decide to go with what your heart felt.

“You’re so handsome, Brahms…” You confess with a sheepish smile. He doesn’t respond, though, almost as if he’s debating what to say as well.

“Mm!” You moan through a sudden kiss he placed on your lips, making Brahms smile to himself in the kiss. He loved the way you reacted to his touch. He quickly realized you were feeling the same towards him, and that gave him the confidence to continue. You rapidly grew a certain heat in your pelvic area, but the feeling was still unfamiliar to you. Only on the rare occasion did you allow yourself the pleasure, but you felt guilty for it every time.

“Slut… whore… useless daughter…” Your parents’ past words radiate in your head, and a panic washes over your body. Brahms senses your inner conflict again, and stops once more.

“Y/n…?” He gently asks to see if you’re alright. Tears well up in your eyes as the guilt of disappointing your parents consumes you.

“I’m sorry, I just… my mom and dad would be so upset… I just feel so… lost…” You admit, and Brahms wipes your cheeks with his calloused hands.

“Mm, screw them…” He chuckles darkly.

“But…” You try to argue, but he shushes you instead.

“They’ve never been good to you, Y/n…” Brahms shares, and it confuses you at first. They’ve always given you food, shelter, and anything else a child would need.

“But they… they mean well…” You try to reason it out, but he still disagrees.

“I’ve been watching, listening to how they treat you your whole life, Y/n… the way they scream at you, gaslight you, disappoint you… that’s not love… that’s abuse…” Brahms whispers with a broken heart for you. The pain of realization hits you, but you try to muffle your cries with your hands over your mouth.

“I’m so sorry… I know how hard it is… but I… I want to love you… really love you…” He kisses the top of your head sweetly. His words fill your heart with hope that you might not be miserable the rest of your life.

“Really…? I mean, I would love that… but I don’t want to force you into anything…” You self doubt yourself.

“Absolutely. I mean, hell… why do you think I was doing all of this?” Brahms wonders, and you suppose he’s right.

“Yeah, true… I’m sorry, I just feel bad… but thank you, I’d love to… y’know…?” You admit with a shy grin, which he immediately returns.

“Good,” He smirks and kisses you again. This time, the kiss was much more desperate for the sweet result. Brahms shows no mercy for you this time as he begins biting your lips. Your little gasps invoke a strong sense of pride within him. He was making you feel this way, and he alone would make you feel good.

“Hm,” His deep voice rumbles in his chest. Your eyes flutter open and shut, unsure of how to go about this situation. Squirming around awkwardly, you then feel Brahms grab your waist as he lifts you up and onto the table.

“Ah! Brahms...?!” You yelp in surprise.

“Take off your shirt, Y/n.” He demands, already sliding his hands underneath. You timidly follow his instructions, removing your shirt and bra from your body. Brahms looks down from your face and onto your breasts. He adored them, so he ran his hands over them as he gave each nipple a cheeky pinch.

“Oh, Brahms…” Your eyes close in bliss, but he snaps your attention back to his eyes.

“Look at me,” He suggests sternly.

“O-okay…” You do as he wishes and stare deep into his icy eyes. He’s tender and gentle, but he still makes you feel so small next to him.

“You’re so pretty, Y/n… I’ve always loved you…” Brahms brushes a stray lock of hair out of your face, giving him a better view at your beauty.

“I have loved you for the longest time, too, Brahms… I just never knew how to tell you…” You try your best to express your feelings, but your past experience with doing so has never been easy for you. Each emotion you shared ended in an argument with your parents.

“I’m so glad… please…” Brahms pleads, leaning his forehead against yours. He didn’t have to finish for you to understand what he wanted.

“C’mere…” Your sudden burst of trust hits the two of you like a train. Brahms roughly attacks your neck with his lips and teeth, nipping at all your sensitive areas. Exploring each and every inch, he scopes out which areas you like best.

“Mm, Y/n…” He whimpers, rubbing his needy cock against your body. You had neglected it for far too long, and you wanted to give it some love too.

Lowering your hand down to his member, you stroke him through his pants. Pre-cum leaks from his tip and soaks through his underwear slightly. His moans fill your ears with sweet misery. The lack of being inside of you was killing him, but he wanted to take things slow for you.

“Ah, Y/n…! Please! I’ll be a good boy!” He begs you to allow him entrance, and you agree. Instantaneously, he pulls his clothes off and prepares his painfully hard cock to slide into you.

“Oh! You feel… so tight…!” He didn’t tell you, but this was his first time as well. The first feeling of being inside of someone, especially when that someone is you, was the best feeling he’s ever felt. He couldn’t help himself but pump in and out of you. He tried his best to go slow, but his selfish excitement got the better of him. However, you were far from upset by this.

“Ah! D-don’t… stop…!” You plead with him, and he obliges. Slapping his body into yours in a rhythmic motion causes you to quickly feel that coil in your stomach tighten around him.

“F-fuck…! You’re gonna make me…!” As quickly as it started, your love making ended. The two of you came together simultaneously, and everything felt perfect to you. However, Brahms felt a wave of guilt.

“I… I’m sorry… I wish I had lasted longer… and I shouldn’t have pressured you into this…” He goes on and on about all the things he could’ve done better, but you then stop him with a chaste peck on his lips.

“You were perfect. Thank you,” You lovingly look into his eyes. He searches for any sort of regret, but when he finds none he settles into your arms.

~~~

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- Okay this is the ship guys this is it-

- This is like Hades and Persephone type of love

- Everyone thinks that Regulus is someone to be feared because of his family, and everyone knows they dabble in the dark arts

- And everyone is so caught up in his family-

- In the estate, and those dark rumors, and their dark magic-

- That no one see’s Regulus is just a boy-

- A lonely boy with no real friends, not really

- It’s worse now that Sirius has been disowned

- He’s got people around him, boys who’s parents are aquatinted with his

- But they don’t really like him

- They just hang around because they want a flicker of his power

- Of that ancient dark magic everyone’s convinced he’s got

- Everyone except you that is

- You’re this beautiful, cheerful, precious thing

- He meets you when you’re lost, looking for the bathroom

- “Sorry to bother, but do you know if it’s down the hall?” You ask, he’s seen you a few times; in class, or around the corridors

- Playing gobstones with your ever growing group of friends

- He would be jealous if he wasn’t so surprised that you’re speaking to him at all, aren’t you a muggle born?

- Shouldn’t you be afraid of him?

- Just like everyone else?

- “It’s in the next hallway, that one is moaning Myrtle’s bathroom” he says quietly

- He watches you nod enthusiastically

- Looks like you’ll be on your way now, probably for the best, he wouldn’t want his parents to know -

- “Would you mind showing me?” You ask

- And it’s awfully pushy, but somehow Regulus can’t turn down that bright smile of yours

- You talk to him so easily, like you’re not afraid of him at all

- And it irritates him a little.

- Honestly, even the professors are a little afraid of him

- Everyone is

- So why aren’t you

- “Do you-“ he stops in the middle of the corridor, and you walk a few steps forward before realizing he’s not beside you anymore

- “Do you know who I am?”

- You must not, that’s the only explanation

- When you find out you’ll go as pale as the moon, and afterward you will regale the tale for your many friends, how you barley escaped the fearsome Regulus Black, right before he was about to curse you with his dark magic.

- But you only offer a quizzical expression and a smile

- “You’re Regulus Black”

- You say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world

- It only makes him upset, but he doesn’t know why

- In fact since the moment he met you there’s been this burning irritation lingering in the back of his mind, and he just can’t seem to pin point why

- But regardless of the reason, it seems to be boiling over right now, in an empty corridor in the middle of the night

- “Shouldn’t you be afraid? I could curse you right here if I wanted”

- But the smile on your face remains

- “Maybe, but you won’t” you muse

- He laughs

- “Why because you think I’m afraid getting expelled?”

- Honestly his parents would welcome him with a feast if he came home for attacking a muggle born

- It would be a sign he wasn’t going to become like Sirius after all

- Because that’s the worst thing a person could be according to his parents-

- A blood traitor

- But instead of quaking in your shoes you flash him a quizzical smile

- “Nah, I just don’t think you’re that kind of person” you shrug

- The words echo in his mind long after you’ve said them

- And though he’s looked at you before

- He’s only really looking at you now, the easy way your lips curl into a smile, the sparkle in your eye, the glow around you-

- Like you’re made of sunlight

- Like you breathe life into all things wherever you go

- Like an ancient witch he heard of , heralded as the goddess of spring

- Like Persephone

- Ah, so that’s it

- It’s not that he hates you

- It’s that he envies you

- Because seeing how natural it is to see you do good, makes him hope -  it makes him yearn to be like that too

- To be more than an heir to his family’s dark legacy

- “I could be wrong though” you shrug, you can count on one hand how many times you’ve been right about something

- But still, you just don’t buy that the shy kid in front of you is some evil prodigy bent on destroying the world

- “No” Regulus’s voice cracks, and it’s soft, so soft you almost don’t hear it.

- But your turn to him, eyes jumping from one of the many paintings in the corridor to his pale face

- His eyes seem glossy as they look into yours, and it’s not just because of the light from the torches

- “No, I’m not that kind of person” he says with a bit more strength this time, and you grin

- And while you feel that there’s something important about the moment, you don’t realize the monumental significance this chance meeting holds for Regulus

- “Oh, we passed the washroom” he realizes after a moment, he was so caught up in talking to you he hadn’t realized

- “Ah, that’s okay I didn’t have to use the bathroom anyway” you say with a wave of your hand

- Huh?

- Noticing his expression you get a sheepish look on your face

- “Well I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while, but you’re always with people-“

- Yeah he’s sure his “friends” would give off an especially murderous aura if you ever tried to approach them

- “So when I saw an opportunity, I just took it” you admit with a slight laugh

- “I wanted to see what everyone was talking about when they mentioned the ‘Dark Prince’ “ there’s a teasing flint in your eye, and the nickname alone is enough to make him flush red

- “And what’s your assessment?” he manages to ask, a smile stretching across his face

- “Very underwhelming, I came expecting several hexes and a duel, and all I got was a cute boy with pretty eyes”

- This time he really does flush bright red, eyes trained on his shoes

- You laugh, you were mostly teasing

- But he is quite cute isn’t he?

- What’s everyone so scared of anyway? He’s like a shy kitten

- He watches you walk to a particular portrait, whispering a word before it swings open

- “Well see ya around Mr. Dark Prince” you say, sending a teasing wink his way

- Regulus is glowing red, even when he’s tucked in bed, in his common room hours after the meeting. the mere memory of the words you said send his heart racing again

- “They said I’m cute” he’ll recall with a goofy smile spreading across his face

- After that, things are brighter for Regulus

- You pull him into your group of friends, quite literally

- “I-I don’t think this is a good idea” he manages, catching the terrified glances of passerby’s as you tug him forward by his arm 

- What a sight you must be, the literal personification of spring pulling the Dark Prince  himself by the arm through the castle

- The aforementioned Dark Prince having a rosy tinge on his cheeks, which most of the other students misplace for Fury instead of what it actually is:

- Embarrassment with a healthy dash of attraction to aforementioned personification of spring

- “Nonsense, everyone’s dying to meet you Reg”

- When you use his nickname his flush darkens

- No ones ever called him that-

- No one except Sirius and Andromeda

- He likes the way it sounds coming from you

- And you’re right, your friends accept him into their fold immediately

- “You know any curses?” One of your friends asks, it’s in a jovial manner that anyone could tell they’re just teasing but Regulus flinches

- “No, not really” he admits, not any he’s good at anyway

- He did see his parents do something akin to a sacrifice when he was younger with an alter in the full moon, but he really wouldn’t know where to start with that

- “What about gobstones, you know the rules to that?”

- Regulus nods

- “Well lets play then!”

- Before he knows it, it’s like this was always his life

- Laughing with you in class, games of gobstones with your friends and trips to Hogsmeade on the weekend

- Regulus didn’t know that he was yearning for this

- How often had he wished for something like this,

- A place that feels like it’s full of sunshine, where everyone feels accepted, and no one has to feel sad

- This is the happiest Regulus has ever been

- But all dreams must come to an end

- The end of the semester comes around, and he has to go home for Christmas vacation

- You’re standing side by side on the train platform waiting for the train, your trunk lying next to you

- “You’re not taking anything back with you?” You ask

- Regulus shrugs

- “There’s no point, everything I need is at the manse”

- You’ve always been a bit curious about what the Black manor is like

- Probably something grand, large library’s, they probably have one of those record players with the gold horn thing

- And a ballroom

- It probably makes Hogwarts look like a pile of dirt

- But the way Regulus’ face darkens when you ask him about it tells you that- yes they probably do have a ballroom, but there’s other things too, things that are far less pleasant 

- And when he starts talking about his home life, how it’s worse - lonelier- Now that Sirius is at the Potter’s all the time, and there’s no one around to stand between him and his parents

- He notices your heartbroken expression and rushes to comfort you

- “It’s not so bad, Mum’s got her tender moments every so often and-“

- “Regulus” you cut in, and the sound of his whole name leaving your mouth makes him stutter to a stop

- “You’re supposed to feel safe and loved all the time not just sometimes”

- It’s such a basic thing, but when Regulus hears this, he feels like he’s being allowed something

- He feels, for the first time, he’s allowed to be safe and happy

- He’s allowed to be good

- “Why don’t you come home with me for Christmas? It’s probably not as grand as you’re used to-“

- You fidget awkwardly, maybe it’s silly, the prince, Regulus Black, himself sitting on your worn sofa, holding yarn while one of your family member’s knits

- You can picture it though

- You can picture a big smile across his face, indulging the younger children in your extended family in their requests for piggyback rides and for him to participate in their games

- “I want to,” he says, really the fact that you’re offering is enough, more than he could ask for

- “But I can’t”

- And it’s the truth, after Sirius, he can’t make any mistakes, his family won’t stand for it

- He especially doesn’t want to think what would happen to you if they found out he had been spending all of his time with you, a muggle born

- He doesn’t want to think what curses they might inflict you with

- He doesn’t want you to ever be hurt because of him

- “You’ll write to me?” You say it with the fervor of a demand, and it makes a smile curl onto his mouth

- “Everyday” he promises

- And things are exactly as they always were at 12 Grimmauld Place, his mother is distant, only livening up when one of the other ladies shows up for tea

- His father is squirreled away in council meetings

- His cousins are no fun, not really, and Andromeda’s not around anymore since she ran off with Ted

- He likes Ted, though he would never admit it to his family

- Ted is a lot like you, someone with an infinite amount of kindness

- He wonders how they’re doing

- He wonders how Sirius is doing

- He’s probably happy, he always looked happy when he was with his friends

- And so- with a picture of you discreetly kept on his desk, he writes three sets of letters

- The first is for you, to assure you he’s fine, and live vicariously through your spring, through your lovely Christmas moments and imagine himself there too. 

- The second for Andromeda, to ask if she’s doing alright, and to tell her he misses her

- And the last, is for Sirius

- Asking how he is, and hoping he’s well.

- And to say that he understands what Sirius was saying all those years, in their childhood and then into adolescence, Regulus understands now- 

- And he wants to be good too