#ironic even ☀️

[toastedclownery]

Wait I have thoughts about the Shrike shot now. No idea where or when this is but I wanna point something out

So we can see that all of his ink-fueled equipment is empty

AND the stuff that he usually keeps in his glasshole is out.

The glasshole that is also cyan. The color of ink-powered stuff

Did... Did his glasshole stop working too??

It glows like the rest of his stuff...

[fastandcarlos]

George In Paris : ̗̀➛ George Russell

summary: during summer break your two paths cross, leaving the fans putting their investigative skills to the test

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ynusername: the ending of summer break, excited to get back on set in a few days time ☀️

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username1: stfu I’ve been waiting for season 4 for so long 😭😭

username2: you’ve got no idea how happy this post has made me

its_lucien: so excited to see you and have a proper british catch up soon 🍷

username3: forget filming, who tf is that guy in the window 🤔

ashleyparklady: I am gonna need all the gossip asap girlie when you get off that plane!!!

ynusername: @/ashleyparklady good because I am so ready to spill 🥺

username4: glad you’re well rested but SO ready for another season to come our way!!

username5: all I wanna know is who’s the lucky guy that gets to date yn???

emilia_clarke: you can’t just spring something on us like that yn!

username6: I can finally sleep easy at night knowing we’re gonna see the end of this damn cliffhanger ☺️

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ynusername: back in my favourite place on earth with some of my favourite people. season 4 is on its way 🇫🇷

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username7: look at them all eurgh this makes me so happy 🤩

philippineleroybeaulieu: even if sylvie isn’t happy to see you, I most definitely am ❤️

username8: my year has officially been made!!

username9: I wonder if window guy went with her to paris too 🤔

username10: @/username9 are we really calling him window guy?? 😂

username11: it makes me smile so much knowing they’re all back together again

lucasnbravo: can’t wait for the dream team to be back together again!!!

username12: those pictures of paris make me want to go so bad 😭

maddenrichard: it’s been a hot shooting with you, enjoy heading back to paris again 💕

ynusername: @/maddenrichard gutted to be going on set again without you there

username13: the countdown is on for season premiere 🎉

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georgerussell63: a dream summer break that I never wanted to end. looking forward to getting back behind the wheel next week 🌊🐬

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username14: you could iron on those abs they’re so flat 🤯

landonorris: well you certainly look like you’ve been enjoying yourself my friend

alex_albon: how many sit ups did you do before posing for that photo??

georgerussell63: @/alex_albon none thank you very much 🖕🏻

username15: we can’t wait to see you back on the grid this weekend!!!

danielricciardo: could you have posted a more subtle photo to let the world know you’ve got an unidentifiable girlfriend!?

username16: wait who tf is that and where has she come from??

username17: so this is how we find out that george isn’t single anymore 😭

charles_leclerc: offended that I didn’t know about her before you posted to the world 💔

username18: reminding myself to smile and be happy for him 😩

lewishamilton: looks like someone’s had plenty of rest 😉

username19: keeping a close eye in the garage this weekend to see if we can spot someone!?

mercedesamgf1: we can’t wait to welcome you back next week george 🩵

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ynusername: it feels unfair to call this work when the location looks this good 🔥

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username20: I feel like I’m living my dream through yn these days

brunogouery: it’s never work when you get to work with a legend like me 😂

ynusername: @/brunogouery you’re the main reason I enjoy going into work everyday ofc 😂

username21: this is the sort of my place I fantasise about living in one day!

its_lucien: you need to take me to that macaron place as soon as my plane lands!!

username22: why is george randomly in the likes over here??

philippineleroybeaulieu: paris really does look good on you 🔥

username23: smiling about the fact everyday we’re getting one step closer to season 4 ☺️

peforman: what isn’t photographed is you crashing mine and ash’s date in the first photo

ynusername: @/peforman no idea what you’re talking about 🤷🏻‍♀️

username24: you can see why paris is the city of love ❤️

username25: there’s no way you can ever call that work, it’s like being in a fairytale

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ynusername: always nice to have a little surprise visitor on set 🥰

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username26: a surprise visitor who for some reason doesn’t have a face 🤔

lucasnbravo: who is this person and why have I not met them??

ynusername: @/lucasnbravo they’re coming to the shoot tomorrow and I promise to introduce you ☺️

username27: why is george back in the likes, do these two know each other??

ybffusername: look at you guys, you’re already so good together 😩

username28: whoever this guy is he seems to dress pretty similar to how george does too 🤨

username29: there’s a week off from races this weekend, what if he went there to visit??

ashleyparklady: is this who I think it is?!

ynusername: @/ashleyparklady I can neither confirm nor deny 🥺

username30: there’s no way that it’s george, he could be anywhere in the world right now

username31: if it’s the two of them I think I might cry 🥹

camillerazat: drop whatever you’re doing and come and tell me all about this asap!

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georgerussell63: turns out that it’s quite hard to hide in france too 😂 regardless it’s been the most incredible week seeing my girl in action and exploring a little bit of france too ☕️🇫🇷

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charles_leclerc: how on earth did you manage to bag yourself a world famous actress 🤯

georgerussell63: @/charles_leclerc I can’t help being such a charming man

username32: damn I knew it was george in that window all along!

landonorris: can’t believe you finally asked her out after pining for her for so long 🙏🏻

georgerussell63: @/landonorris shut up before I shut you up myself!

username33: explains why he’s been sneaking into the likes so often recently 😂

carlossainz55: rebecca absolutely loves the series and now she’s freaking out that she might meet yn 😭

georgerussell63: @/carlossainz55: we’ll have to organise something my friend

username34: they look so sweet, so happy for the two of you 💕

ynusername: I loved showing you around this weekend, the best time with you ❤️

username35: am I the only one who had no idea they were together??

alex_albon: mate you gotta come and catch me up cause where tf did this come from?

username36: at last window guy is no more 🙌🏻

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ynusername: he finally managed to get me to see his world, who knew f1 was so much fun. thank you so much for hosting me mercedes 🏁

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username37: it’s adorable how supportive they are of each other 🥰

landonorris: even though it was brief, it was a joy to finally meet you!!

danielricciardo: such an honour to meet such a talented actress this weekend 🤩

ynusername: @/danielricciardo you can be as nice as you want I’m still not getting you a cameo 😂

username38: the crossover we’ve been waiting for for so long…

alex_albon: now I understand why george talks about you so much 😂

georgerussell63: @/alex_albon stop exposing me for being a man in love!

username39: yn you look right at home in an f1 garage too!

lewishamilton: it was an honour to finally meet you, hopefully see you again soon 🩵

username40: the way he looks at her is honestly just the sweetest!!

mercedesamgf1: you’re welcome back anytime, we loved having you with us 🩵

username41: idk who introduced these two together but thank you for blessing us with this adorable couple

georgerussell63: so glad you enjoyed it, it means the world that you came and watched the race 🥺

ynusername: @/georgerussell63 there’s nowhere else I’d have rather spent my weekend 🫶🏻

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ynusername: season 4 is finally here. hope you guys enjoy it as much as we enjoyed making it. au revoir for now paris 💞🇫🇷

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lewishamilton: congratulations on another amazing season yn, can’t wait to watch!!

username42: I’m already three episodes in and feel like I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster 🎢

georgerussell63: I’m so proud of you, the most talented human I know 💕

ynusername: @/georgerussell63 thank you for always supporting me throughout the season 💞

username43: I’ve been dreaming of this day for so long…I can’t believe it’s finally here ☺️

ashleyparklady: I already miss you so much it’s not fair 😩

username44: I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye to paris yn just yet…

landonorris: don’t tell anyone but I secretly watched…and I loved it 🙈

georgerussell63: @/landonorris I told you that you’d love it!!

danielricciardo: still waiting on the day for them to call me up to the cast too 😂

ynusername: @/danielricciardo you’ll be waiting for a very long time 😉

username45: it’s scary just how talented you are, every season just gets better and better!!

username46: george won the lottery the moment he met you yn 🥰

charles_leclerc: can’t wait to watch and see you do your thing yn!

iamrebeccad: the proudest best friend being able to see you do what you love 💞

username47: okay but now season 5 when!?!? 🥺

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[skyenish]

Rook is so full of love, I think we should all strive to be a little more like Rook honestly | book 5 animatic 👸🏹❤️🍎🐍☀️|

(This animatic doesn't have a very amazing structure, so just enjoy the pretty pictures and the RookVil teasing/ book 5 content!)

I think we can all learn something from Rook, because I think no one truly understands just how much he loves almost everything- especially Vil. He saw the beauty in Vil's overblot while also acknowledging that it wasn't Vil at his most beautiful. He loves him so much and genuinely wants the best for him; he sees Vil’s beauty! Remember, even when Vil was at his ugliest, he still saw beauty.

He sees the beauty in pimples, in fat, in tears, in color, in wrinkles, in smile lines, in every single "flaw" a human body can have. He sees beauty in something as simple as a flower or a well-crafted chair, and also in something as complex or horrible as trauma or anger and hatred. He sees beauty in everything that today's beauty standard would call "not beautiful", but Rook knows better. He knows that beauty standards are doodoo! He believes that the most beautiful person is a person that loves themself. Ironically a stark contrast to how Vil sees it, since he relies more on external ways validation to measure beauty. Rook truly believes that a person is only ugly if they're very ugly on the inside.

Rook is optimistic, curious, kind and positive. Yeah the guy may be a little very weird, but at the end of the day he's definitely not a bad dude! He wants to seek and protect beauty and spread it to the world :)

I know we're all mad that he voted for Neige, but it was the right thing to do. If he voted for NRC, he wouldn't have been honest, the main trait vil likes in Rook. He wasn't biased, he simply knew that their performance wasn't as beautiful as it could've been. This doesn't mean that their performance wasn't beautiful of course!

Also the fact that what Rook tells Vil after the competition is so important to his character development! Vil shouldn't need an audience to tell him that he's amazing and beautiful, that’s what Rook means.

If NRC had won it would've ruined the entire point of Vil's character arc in my opinion (though of course I would've loved for us to win). In conclusion, Rook is a neat dude who we should learn from (minus the stalking part cough cough)

Remember, this is just my interpretation of Rook! *drops mic, all your ears explode*

[aphroditeinthesea]

will solace x chaotic daughter of dionysus reader where he's the responsible one thats like "don't do that. you'll die" and reader's like "yeah whatever" ?

" long story short i survived "

will solace x reader ☀️

three times when y/n was crazy and three times when will loved her anyway

tw none

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“Funny meeting you here,” was all Will heard as he walked past a room in the infirmary. He stopped in his tracks and peered into the room. There, lying on a bed, was his girlfriend.

“Y/N,” he spoke as he entered the room, “what happened?” Concern filled his voice, but at the same time, he couldn't be too worried. After all, her winding up in the infirmary was a common occurrence.

“Silly story actually, you're gonna laugh,” she prefaced, “so, you know how there’s like archery practice?”

He nodded along, “I pretty much know the concept.”

“Good, that's good,” she continued, “so there was this really crazy looking bug like you should've seen it, and then-”

“Please don't say what I think you're about to say.”

She aggressively nodded, “if you think I’m about to say that I accidentally walked into the middle of an archery practice and got shot in the foot, then I’ll just say quiet.”

“Y/N,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “can you go one day without almost dying?”

“Is that rhetorical? Because I don't appreciate that, Will Solace.”

He laughed, he leaned closer to her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “I’d just like to not be worried about you 25/8.”

“Twenty-five eight, really?”

“Will!” Someone yelled from the hall.

“Coming!” He called back before turning back to the girl, “I love you, don't die,” he quickly kissed her before rushing out of the room.

It was late at night, not even two days later, that y/n ran into cabin seven, slamming the door behind her. Several of Apollo’s children gave her strange looks, except for Will, who only looked confused.

“Y/N?”

She smiled, making her way over to him, “Willy!”

“Willy?” He questioned with a laugh.

She sat on his freshly made bed, “I need to stay in your cabin tonight.”

“As fun as getting in trouble for you sounds,” he began, sitting beside her, “can you at least tell me why?”

“Funny story-”

“Is it actually though?”

She bit her lip and looked away, “for spectators, not victims,” she answered, “basically, Annabeth let me borrow this book and I forgot about it and then I accidentally spilled orange juice all over it, so I left iron the doorstep of the Athena cabin and I’m gonna wait until she notices, where then she will ultimately try to kill me dead.”

“Rather than kill you alive?” One of his siblings interjected.

“Kill you alive blah blah,” y/n muttered in a mocking voice.

Will chuckled, placing a comforting hand on her back, “you can stay. Only because I’m also scared of Annabeth.”

She pressed a kiss to his lips, "you're the best.”

Another day, during Capture the Flag, y/n had decided to climb a tree, being too tired to actually participate in the game. However, she hadn't actually put into consideration how she was going to get down.

“Y/N?” she heard the all too familiar voice from the ground.

She looked down to find Will standing with his sister, Kayla. “Hey, sweetheart. Hi, Kayla,” she waved down.

“What are you doing?” Kayla called up.

“It’s a funny story actually-”

“I really don’t think it’s gonna be,” Will mentioned.

Y/N huffed, “I’m about to come down, one second,” she stood on the branch, about to jump down.

“Y/N, Baby,” He yelled, “as a doctor, I can tell you the chances of you not breaking a bone are close to none.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve done this before.”

“That actually makes it worse, y/n.”

She prepared herself to jump down despite the yell of the two children of Apollo and several other campers who had come over to watch the spectacle. She took a deep breath and leaped off of the branch.

You could think that this was one of those things where she jumped and landed in Will’s arms and like rode into the sunset or whatever. It kinda was like that actually, except might have landed on Will’s arm instead. The left one specifically.

“I guess you could say you fell for me,” she giggled, beginning to stand up. She grabbed his hand to help him up too.

“I’m actually surprised we’re both still alive.”

“I told you it would be fine, you worry too much, love.”

[backwardsbread]

Hazbin Hotel:

Lucifer X GN!Reader ✨FLUFF✨

~His wings~

(A/N: Feeling especially numb and needed some fluff in my life. Therefore I made my own✨. Enjoy!)

Warnings‼️: not proofread, lots of fluff, established relationship, slight angst?, mentions of past trauma, author is so tired.

Word count: 2k☀️

“When was the last time you did this?” A soft giggle through mumbled words as Lucifer’s wings twitched away from your touch. The king held his head in his hands, curling in on himself.

“Is it that obvious?” He asked meekly, his fear of judgment all too clear. You cooed at him, sitting up on your knees to remove his hands from his hair.

“No. Just curious.” A white lie to soothe his insecurity. His hands flop into his lap as he sighs, opting for silence. It wasn’t like he knew the answer to your question anyway.

The king was sat on the edge of his bed, back facing you as you sat behind him. His shirt was bunched at his elbows, having taken it off over his head and letting it rest on his arms. All while running soft fingers through his bottom set of wings. Like combing through tangled hair, you moved slowly and gently. Stopping to work out any parts that had reminisce of flaking keratin. Pin feathers, fresh and sensitive. New and annoying.

Lucifer didn’t bring his wings out often. They were a reminder of what he truly was and what he couldn’t avoid. A harsh representation of the past that would follow behind him. Every time he’d turn around, it would be there, despite how hard he tried to hide it. In Lucifer’s mind, why was there a need to take care of something you hate? Why nurture something that makes you grimace? That whole depressive mindset left him neglecting his wings. Hiding them away most days until the tense muscles in his back begged him to let them free.

It was just so annoying.

A tedious task to tend to. A recipe for disaster that would only open old wounds that should have been healed. However, Lucifer’s wings were part of him nonetheless. Every so often his body demanded he release his wings. A pressure in his spine made it tense and painful until he walked stiffly. One that wouldn’t be relieved until he had let his wings free for at least a few hours. Even so, his wings being out was arguably worse. Because of his negligence, his wings were atrocious. A mess of red and white feathers he didn’t dare to tend to. Twitching every so often to try and relieve the uncomfortable feeling. An ungodly amount of old feathers ready to leave and fresh ones begging for freedom.

You hum quietly as your fingers gently pick out flaking dander from the bottom set of wings. A pin feather brushes against your palm, causing you to stop and attend to it. Gently squeezing the fresh feather to free it of its prison. Convincing Lucifer to allow this wasn’t an easy task. Sure, he trusted you more than he probably should have, but that took time. Lucifer was a clumsy character. Despite being delicately created in heaven itself, he was proof that mistakes could still be made even in the most divine of places. The most beautiful of angels dropped down to banishment as punishment for his pride. He was prone to falling, and though the two of you did not have an official label, the king was smitten.

And of course he knew this. But could you blame his resistance? Every fall he had, no matter the context, had left him torn apart. His heart was wounded and scarred from the mistakes he could never regret.

Heaven must have made a mistake sending you down here with him. Hell was meant to ensure Lucifer only saw the bad and evil part of creation. Yet somehow he was ironically blessed with you.

“Stay still, Luci..” You whispered, the lightness in your voice compared to the feathers he refused to acknowledge. Lucifer didn’t even realize his fidgeting. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable, his fidgeting was just a habit of his anxiety. And he couldn’t stop thinking of what you were to him.

“Sorry, flower.” His nickname sent a red hue to your cheeks and a warmth spreading in your chest.

Delicate, is what he described you as. He didn’t realize it could come off as an insult when first explaining that to you. You could still recall his panicked expression and rambled explanation of why he thought of you as such. ~

“Like a flower,” Lucifer tried to explain, looking like he was ready to explode. When your expression didn’t show a sign of understanding, he let out a nervous laughing wheeze.

“I-I mean-!! Oh geez. Please forgive me for my words. Let me start over,” he pleaded, in which you stayed silent to wait for his explanation. The king sucked in a deep breath in a final attempt to soothe and compose himself.

“I don’t- I mean me personally- don’t see being delicate as a bad thing. It’s not like I don’t think you can hold your own. I mean, look where we’re at– aHAH– uhm..”

Another deep breath to heal his wounding pride.

“Delicate, as I see it, is something that is intricately created. Carefully made, working on every detail to make it absolutely.. Well, perfect..”

Your heart skipped a beat. Perfect? How could someone think so despite where fate had landed you?

“Do you ever notice how flowers are everywhere and yet people refuse to step on them? People are so mesmerized at what the Earth worked so hard to create, instead of destroying these things, they preserve them. Cherish… them.. And I-I just..” Lucifer trailed off, giving a nervous smile in hopes you would understand his logic even just a little.

~Mesmerized, Cherish, Perfect.

After that moment, you thought more about your relationship with Lucifer. A mindless crush at first turned into something so much more after the nickname came about.

“Be honest with me, how much longer of this?” Lucifer questioned under his breath. You were snapped out of your memory by his voice. You leaned back to get a better view on all his wings. You purse your lips, not really able to get a good view of all three sets of wings.

“Is there any way you can.. Spread them out? Just so I can see them properly.” You ask in a soft whisper, your fingertips running down his spine, feeling his muscles tense under the touch. The king chuckles dryly, running a hand through his hair. He had hesitated, but it wasn’t like he had anything to hide at this point.

“Yeah, just.. Back up a bit. I’d hate to hit you with them.” He tried to speak in a joking manner, but a nervous tone laced his voice. You decided not to comment on it, not wanting to bring more attention to what he was clearly hesitant to talk about. Instead, you silently back up further onto the bed, pulling your hands back.

In an unintentional grand gesture, Lucifer stretched his arms up over his head, the base of his wings twitching alive. The muscles in his back tensed while his sets of wings slowly extended. His wings seemed to grow bigger than you ever imagined. You had only seen his wings curled into his back. You didn’t realize Lucifer worked consciously to keep his wings appearing as small as he could get them. With the exception of the times Lucifer had his wings on full display, you had never seen them like this. So close, close enough to see each detail and each individual feather. The top set of wings reached to the edges of the canopy above Lucifer’s king-sized bed. The bottom set brushed against the mattress below, not quite able to extend all the way, but it was enough.

And it was magnificent. Fading hues of red, almost pink feathers, creating an ombre effect with the color you could see. What you could mostly see was the bright white wings spread out perfectly for you. How could you convince Lucifer to have him sit like this for hours so you could study each feather, each crease and edge, and show them the appreciation they deserved.

“So?” Lucifer asked, his voice slightly strained from the stretch. You didn’t quite comprehend what he was asking, so you spoke freely.

“They’re beautiful..”

Your words, as simple as they were, completely catch Lucifer off guard. His body tensed, his wings instinctively curling into his back. He laughed nervously, absolutely refusing to look back and meet your gaze. Afterall, there was no way you were serious in the little comment.

“haHAH!- I mean, all angels have them- well I'm not an angel. But you know! They’re less than- I mean- they don’t really. They’re a nuisance is all. Getting in the way and all. I can’t tell you how many things I’ve broken from knocking things over with them. I mean, three sets is a lot.” There he was rambling again. In a way that was almost trying to convince you that the statement you uttered was wrong.

You couldn’t help but frown. He was so determined to make you agree with what he thought was true. That absolutely no beauty, no grace; nothing good could come of him. Nothing he could create or be would ever be good enough. He couldn’t be enough.

“Whoever convinced you that you’re so hard to love?” You asked while grabbing one of his wings and bringing it close to you.

Lucifer’s breath caught in his throat. He didn’[t know how to answer that. He just assumed– well he had never thought of it– he had but– A sort of panic raced through his system. He didn’t mean to make this oddly intimate moment about himself. He didn’t mean for you to see right through him. To see every hurt thing he was made of that he tried to hide behind silly smiles and awkward laughs. The trauma that lied in everything he was. You could sense his panic, feel the tenseness in his body as he held his own arms. Curling in on himself a bit as he tried to think of a response. Shifting closer, your arms wrapped around Lucifer’s shoulders. Nuzzling your face into his neck and pressing against his wings.

“You don’t have to answer that,” you mumbled, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think about that.” you apologized against his skin in hopes the words would sink in and he would forgive you quicker. Your embrace wasn’t unwelcome, but it was unfamiliar. He forgot what being held like this felt like.

“Please don’t let me go.” The words escaped him before he could even comprehend them. His heart was racing, shocked at how his own voice could sound so timid and pleading. He mentally slapped himself for his foolishness, fully expecting you to laugh or pull away from him. Instead, you stole a glance up to his face.

“Okay..” You whispered gently, tightening your grip to hug him close. Lucifer let out a breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding in, his hand reaching to grab your forearm. Silence wasn’t quite common in Hell. The constant screams, chatter, and chaos kept the air busy with its noise. Yet, silence had never felt so comfortable in another's presence. At least it has been awhile since it had for the king.

You held him close, absorbing his body heat, and savoring every moment he let you near like this. You felt the fluffy feathers against his back shrink away, absorbing into his back. A silent way to bring you closer to his body, your chest pressing against his back. You breathed out a short chuckle, shifting closer to hold him.

“Hey, I’m not finished.” You whisper jokingly, pulling away from his neck for a brief moment to look over his features. He was so close and so warm. You tried to ignore your heartbeat kicking in your chest at the close proximity. You finally felt his body relax, a grin spreading across his face.

“I know, I know.. Just a little longer, flower..” He mumbled, meeting your gaze. There was a tense moment the two of you just stared into each other’s eyes. He hoped it was dim enough in the room to where you couldn’t see the golden hues spreading across his face and to his ears. You silently nod, snuggling into his neck and giving his torso another squeeze. Lucifer held your forearm, his clawed thumb brushing against your skin.

Maybe he did remember what love was meant to feel like…

[nahoney22]

❛  i would like to know what i can do to help.  ❜ with tech and a gn!reader please from the comfort fluff prompts? ☺️ I suffer from bad migraines quite often and I feel like this prompt is so tech coded? Established relationship or not up to you. Cheers! Congrats on 4k 😊

4000 Follower Prompt Celebration

Tech X GN!Reader

word count: 1.1k

prompt:

• “I would like to know what I can do to help.”

When Tech notices you in pain one day, he feels obliged to help you in anyway he can in order to ease your migraines.

warnings: Fluff, little bit of flirting, mutual pining, gender neutral reader has migraines, lots of comfort.

authors note: This was a sweet prompt! Thank you and enjoy ☀️

As you and Tech were carefully maneuvering a heavy crate, a sudden wave of agony seized your head, forcing you to drop your side of the crate, the tools clattering loudly. Startled, Tech turned to face you, his expression shifting to one of concern as he observed you grimacing and clutching the side of your head, the pain evident on your features.

"Are you alright?" Tech inquired, his voice laced with worry as he noticed your discomfort.

"Just a sudden headache," you managed to reply through clenched teeth, attempting to straighten up despite the throbbing ache. "Maker, it’s really intense."

Frowning with concern, Tech set down his side of the crate and moved closer to you. He reached out to gently touch your head, his brows furrowing as he assessed the situation. "Have you recently experienced any head trauma?"

"Not that I can recall," you confessed, allowing Tech to offer his assistance. Suddenly, a shiver ran down your spine, and you couldn't shake the feeling of coldness enveloping you. "Is it getting colder, or is it just me?"

Tech paused, considering your words. "Given that we're on Tatooine, known for its scorching heat, it's unlikely to be a change in temperature."

Guiding you inside the ship, Tech urged you to take a seat in the pilot's chair while he prepared to run some tests. The pain persisted, each pulse of pain accompanied by a heightened sensitivity to light that made even keeping your eyes open an excruciating ordeal.

"I think it might be a migraine, Tech," you voiced your suspicion, another symptom emerging as you began to feel clammy, a sensation you recognized from past experiences.

"I believe you might be right," Tech concurred, swiftly analysing your condition. "I will take you to the nearest medical clinic immediately."

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head vehemently. Despite the pain, you were reluctant to waste time seeking medical attention. "No, Tech, I just need rest," you reassured, rising to your feet with a slight wobble. Tech instinctively moved to support you, his arm encircling your waist.

"Well, if you insist," Tech relented, knowing it was futile to argue with your determination. "But if your symptoms worsen, we will seek further medical assistance."

You chuckled softly, though it was accompanied by a wince of pain. "That's fine with me," you sighed, leaning into him for support.

"I would like to know what I can do to help," Tech offered, his concern evident in his voice.

You're grateful for Tech's presence by your side. It had been years since you last experienced a migraine of this intensity, and facing it alone was not something you relished. With someone as caring as Tech by your side, you felt reassured that you were in good hands.

"I'm going to close my eyes... the ship is too bright," you remarked, finding it ironic considering the usual dimness of the vessel. Even the faintest glimmer of light seemed to exacerbate your condition. "Can you guide me to the bunks?"

"Of course," Tech responded, his arm still providing support while his free hand reached out for you to grasp onto. Together, you navigated through the ship, Tech carefully ensuring you didn't stumble over any discarded equipment. "You may rest in my bunk."

"At least buy me lunch first," you teased with a smirk, noticing how Tech tensed beside you at your playful remark.

"P-Perhaps when you are feeling better," he stammered, his response not escaping your notice, silently surprising you with his reaction. But with a shared understanding, you both focused on the task at hand – getting you settled into his bunk. With Tech's gentle guidance, you found yourself sitting on the bunk, your eyes still closed against the pain.

"Stay here, and I'll fetch you some water and check the medkit for something to ease the pain," Tech instructed before you heard the sound of his retreating footsteps. Taking a moment to make yourself comfortable, you kick off your boots and carefully lay back, the persistent throb at the side of your head making your teeth clench.

When Tech returned, he informed you, "I have taken the liberty of dimming all the ship's lights, so if you feel comfortable enough to open your eyes, go ahead." Hesitant but trusting him, you slowly opened your eyes, relieved to find the lighting just right – not too bright to strain your eyes but enough to see without worsening your migraine.

"This sucks," you sighed, feeling guilty for inconveniencing Tech and taking him away from his duties to assist you. "I'm sorry."

"I am unsure as to why you are apologising," he replied, his attention focused on rummaging through the medkit before presenting a stim. "You are feeling unwell, and therefore, as a teammate, I should ensure you are as comfortable before anything else."

You turned your head to face him as he crouched down beside you, his gentle hold on your arm signaling his readiness to administer the stim that would hopefully alleviate some of your discomfort and aid in inducing sleep. "So if this were one of your brothers, you would act the same? Give them your bunk?" you inquired, raising a brow ever so slightly as you observed his reaction.

"Well, perhaps not exactly as I have with you, no," he admitted, clearing his throat as he briefly averted his gaze as he prepared to administer the stim. After a moment's pause, he proceeded to give you the medication, his demeanor slightly awkward yet caring.

"I'm just teasing you, Tech," you reassured softly, offering him a smile of gratitude.

"That is very gratifying to hear, I must admit," he replied, returning your smile. For a moment, you both shared a meaningful gaze, as if conveying unspoken sentiments. It felt intimate, a connection that neither of you knew how to put into words. However, the moment was fleeting as another wave of pain washed over you, causing you to close your eyes and look away.

"Here," Tech said gently, scooping his arm under your back to lift you just enough for a quick sip of water before easing you back down. "It's time for you to get some rest."

You nodded in agreement, silently thanking him for the water. "Good idea. Thank you, Tech," you whispered softly as you pulled his blanket over yourself, reveling in the familiar scent that enveloped you. "Your sheets smell of you."

Though you couldn't see it, his eyes briefly widened at your remark. "I am hoping that is a good thing."

"It is," you confirmed with a small chuckle, "you smell nice."

Tech settled beside you, maintaining a watchful presence until sleep finally claimed you, ensuring that you could rest undisturbed and free from pain. His unwavering care and attention provided a sense of comfort as you drifted off, hoping you know that if you need him, he will always be there.

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🍭☀️A Cruelty Vivid and Sweet

Slow burn angsty Ominis x F!Reader [T-Rated, 10.3k words]

You made him smile that day, and you made him laugh. Though you were strange and he didn't always understand you, he did trust you, and care for you, even when you tried to hide your pain from the world. Just as he knew you'd do the same for him.

In which, after his best friend steals away a Dark relic, Ominis and you try to stop him one last time.

Tropes: angst/ romance/ drama, slow burn, black cat x golden retriever, opposites attract, forbidden love, pure-blood culture, canon rewrite, book!canon compliant, He Comforts You when You're Sad, Valentine’s, the Feldcroft goblin invasion quest, Solomon's Murder.

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4. Cursed

In the depths of the Feldcroft Catacombs, you held him for a long time.

He didn't realise how deeply he had been scarred by the experience, of his friend slowly and surely falling prey to the Dark Arts. Day by day, a petal would fall, plucked from Sebastian's stem until there was nothing left but the withered head.

And Ominis had let it happen, helpless.

Your touch was making it more bearable though, and now that his dam had broken, he felt freer, lighter than he had in weeks. There was something about the way you held him that offered the gift of peace – now, so long into your friendship, your hugs were legendary, known to bring comfort and serenity to any lucky enough to find themselves in your arms.

Your love language was always touch. He, by way of nature, or perhaps upbringing, was not the same – ironic, for someone who interacted frequently with the world by its physical feel.

Yet here he was, moored in the closeness of you.

The first time you hugged him properly, he wasn't expecting it. In third year, when spring was lolling across the Highlands and the sun was hinting at a warmer reprieve, he'd made it to Charms class early only to find you standing at the window opposite the door, sniffling.

"What's the matter?" he asked, heading over to you, combing through all that he'd done the day before.

"I've been really stupid," you said in an injured voice.

"What else is new?"

That got a sad laugh from you.

"I broke my wand."

He sighed. "How in Merlin's name did you manage that?"

"I must've whacked it off my bedside table when I was asleep. Then this morning I stepped on it..."

You pressed the two halves to his palms. Your strange wand, as strange as you were, bisected into two wooden pieces. No magic hummed beneath his fingers anymore – in typical you way, you'd well and truly destroyed it by total accident.

"Am I going to get expelled?" you asked timidly.

"Wizards break wands all the time," he said gently, handing the pieces back to you. "Remember Anne disarmed Sebastian last year, and his wand snapped when it hit the wall?"

"I remember. But..."

"But?"

You hesitated. "It's nothing. I guess I am being stupid."

And though Professor Ronen gave you a pass in Charms, you were melancholic for the rest of the day.

When the weekend came, Ominis, you, Sebastian, Anne, and your Hufflepuff best friend Adelaide Oakes piled into one carriage together bound for Hogsmeade. Sebastian and Anne did most of the talking, arguing about something menial, the properties of bat spleen, with Adelaide's occasional input, who was joining to buy new parchment.

You, on the other hand, were strangely quiet, disconcerting him for the entire ride over. Quiet contemplation was his job. On you, it was a cloak that did not fit.

When they alighted at the Hogsmeade entrance, Adelaide squeezed your arm. "Remember, I have the teashop booked for midday! I'll go get my parchment and quills and meet you in the square in an hour. Don't be late, okay?"

"Okay," you said, wooden.

"That... will give you plenty of time to peruse Honeydukes, won't it?" she said, frowning.

"Yes," you said, brighter now, but Ominis detected a whiff of a lie. "Yes, you're right."

"I have to get more Flobberworm mucus and Dittany stem," said Sebastian, when Adelaide left. "Which one of you will join me?"

"And miss Gibby getting a new wand?" said Anne. "As if."

"Come on, please?" he begged. "I hate the Magic Neep. It's so far away, and the bloke who runs it will blow my ears off when he discovers I donated my Mallowsweet stash to Garreth's latest experiments."

Anne shoved her brother. "Better work on your apologies now."

"Ominis? Best friend?"

"Nice try," said Ominis coolly.

Sebastian blew a raspberry. "Capeflappers, you lot are. I hope all your pillows are warm on both sides tonight."

He must've made a rude gesture as Anne swore when he hightailed away, and you headed to Ollivanders.

He liked the cute ring of the bell when the door opened, and the floorboards creaked when they stepped inside. It reminded him of the first time he'd stepped into the shop in Diagon Alley, frightened but fascinated. The place was strongly scented of wood and polish, and he loved it instantly.

Gerbold came around to the front. "Ah, good morning, you three. It's nice to see familiar faces. How can I help you?"

Ominis and Anne waited for you to say the words: I need a new wand. Instead, you opened your bag.

"Can you fix wands?"

Ominis' brow knitted together. Why would you want it fixed, when a new one was better? You knew wands could not be mended once broken.

"Ah." Gerbold's voice was sad, but he inspected the parts nonetheless. "Cosmetic issues and little damages, yes, but I'm afraid a repair of this scale would require most powerful magic, magic that I'm unfortunately not capable of." The halves clacked together as he returned them to you. "I can, however, get you a new wand."

"How..." you shuffled, "how much is it?"

"Seven Galleons, as always."

"Right."

But you seemed unsteady, reserved.

Strange.

"She'll have a new wand," said Anne, nudging your arm. "You're going to need one for class."

"Yes," you said, but disappointment ribboned through you. "Yes, please."

"Very well. Your old wand was a fun, quirky design," he noted. "Eight inches, unicorn hair core, dogwood. Your new wand will be different. It will see you have matured, and your needs matured with it. Bear with me. I will find you some wands I think might fit you."

When he went around the back, Anne stepped closer to whisper. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing's the matter."

"I'm blind, Gibby," said Ominis, "and even I can see something is the matter."

"Everything's fine," you insisted.

He didn't believe you, and had a feeling Anne didn't either. Gerbold returned with boxes rattling, opening them each, letting you swing them. The first erupted in sparks, crackling like fireworks above – he ducked under the counter with you until Gerbold dispersed them. The second turned Anne's robes into feathers, and the third caused a dust cloud to smack his face.

"Sorry!" you squeaked when he choked.

Nothing a spell from Gerbold couldn't clean. It wasn't until your sixth wand that the pairing happened, causing a warmth on Ominis' skin, and a delighted clap from Anne.

"An excellent choice," said Gerbold graciously. "Rowan wood, dragon heartstring, ten inches. This wand, I sense, will protect you when you need it most."

"Dragon heartstring?"

"A powerful core. I'm sure both Miss Sallow and Mr Gaunt could tell you about it."

His entire family had dragon heartstring core wands – all from the same dragon. He didn't know what to think now that you were the same.

"Is it... bad? That I don't have a unicorn hair core anymore?"

"Not at all. The wand chooses the witch. It will match you, body and spirit. I think you'll find much to enjoy of your new wand."

Still, you didn't seem particularly thrilled. As Gerbold tidied the other wands away, Ominis sensed your gloom like bad weather, preparing to downpour.

"It's a lovely wand," said Anne, and it was clear by her high inflection that she was troubled by your mood as well. "Take care of it, will you?"

"I— I'll be less much less clumsy with it. I will."

There was a strange sort of determination in you.

"May I feel it?" Ominis asked.

You gave it to him, and he smiled once he curled his fingers around it. It wasn't unlike your old one – longer, of course, but also engraved with swirling designs, the shaft a unique undulation, albeit not as crooked as before.

"It... has a handle," he said at last. "I trust you know which way to hold this one?"

But you said nothing when he gave it back. Instead, you packed the box away and tucked your new wand into your pocket, then went to the counter to pay.

"Seven Galleons..." you mumbled.

He presumed you were simply counting – three years and your grasp on wizard currency wasn't great. Perhaps you were mixing them up with shillings. Anne inhaled a shaky gasp as you paid, but said nothing even when they were outside.

"So, to Honeydukes?" he asked.

"I— I think it's too late," you said. "I have to meet Adelaide at the teashop, remember?"

His brow furrowed. "It's not yet midday. You have half an hour—"

"No," you said. "I'm not going today. I'll see you both back at school, all right?"

And you hurried away without another word.

"Not going?" Ominis turned to Anne. "All right, what's wrong with her?"

"You couldn't tell?" She blew from her nose. "Sorry, I guess you couldn't see her facial expressions. It was pretty obvious to me once she paid. I think she had to choose between the wand and sweets. She doesn't have enough money for both."

It stunned him to silence, and he turned to your direction, as if he could still sense the ghost of you there. Though his mother was a notorious spendthrift, pouring Galleons into expensive clothes and jewellery and holidays around the globe, and his father sank his shares into business ventures, political campaigns and land, money had been no object to him, ever. It was a wonder how the Gaunts had anything to their name at all, since Ominis was certain his brothers and sisters, buoyed by their lofty status as Slytherin's descendants, had no well-paying jobs and were about as frugal as a pack of drunken Leprechauns.

He'd never been left wanting for food and clothing, and often had enough to spend on the odd luxury. But Anne – she understood poverty. It was the reason the other pure-bloods disdained her. She'd known your troubles implicitly; Ominis had not, and shame washed over him. He hadn't comprehended such a problem existed until it was happening before him. Until it was happening to you.

He stuck his hands in his pockets. Galleons tinkled within – not much, but enough. He flurried his wand to grasp his bearings.

"Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Honeydukes."

They didn't spend long in there – Ominis knew exactly what you liked. He bought Fizzing Whizzbees and toffee nougat and as many Chocolate Frogs as he could stuff into the paper bag, making Anne peek inside to see whether the cards could be added to your collection. Red liquorice he bought too, though the strands were thicker than the ones you got from home. He paid for it all with the Galleons in his pocket and didn't think twice about how frivolous it felt to spend all this money on sweets.

For him, it was wasteful. For you, however, it was a pleasure.

There were five minutes to go before you were to meet Adelaide. Anne spotted you loitering by the teashop, hands wringing.

"What's this?" you asked, when he offered you the bag.

"It's for you."

You took it gingerly.

"It— my favourites! Ominis, Anne, did you...?"

"His idea," said Anne.

You whispered to him, "These... are all for me?"

Heat crept to his cheeks then. It was quite flustering to hear the awe in your voice.

"Just... don't eat them all at once. You'll get toothache."

That's when it happened. When he almost stumbled off his feet as your arms wrapped around him and your face buried into his shoulder and your knees bumped his thighs.

"Thank you."

Muffled against his clothes, you said it so earnestly, so full of joy... he wasn't a hugger, anyone could attest, but this... he enjoyed the fierceness with which you held him, embraced him. How nice it was to feel you in return, your happiness made physical.

"I promise I'll pay you back," you mumbled into him.

"You won't. It's a gift."

You squeezed him tighter. A smile overrode his surprise, and he was grinning suddenly, his own mood triumphing. He couldn't tell if it was for the good deed itself, or for its reward.

You extracted yourself as a great drumbeat sounded across the square. The timbre was shortly followed by the energetic string of a lute.

"Is that— it is! Ernie Lark!"

You took his hand in his and dragged him across the square.

"Hey, what—?"

"Let's dance!"

"What?"

Anne was laughing as she ran to catch up. "Yes!"

The violin thrilled the bass notes as you and Ominis neared. "Don't you have to be at the teashop—?"

"I have time for one song." You stopped him next to the band, and took his hands. "Come on!"

He flustered again. "I-I don't dance!"

"Everyone dances!"

It was so absurd that he let himself get swung around with you, your shoes a symphony, your laughter high and wild, your upbeat mood replenished. A small act of kindness from him, and it was like he'd moved the clouds from the sun. His own mood was luminous too – your hug had that effect on him. Soon Anne was laughing, and when she couldn't stop, neither could he – then you were all a giggling mess.

"What are you lot doing?"

Sebastian and Adelaide had come over, paper bags crinkling.

"Dancing!" said Anne.

"You look ridiculous!" Sebastian said, but he was laughing too.

"Join us!" you said.

All of you danced together, a batty group of students, linking arms, amused for no reason at all. Ernie Lark finished the song, rasping for tips, and you dropped two coins into his hat – later he would find out they were Knuts, the last of your pocket change – and hurried off with Adelaide to the teashop.

You made him smile that day, and you made him laugh. Though you were strange and he didn't always understand you, he did trust you, and care for you, even when you tried to hide your pain from the world.

Just as he knew you'd do the same for him.

He didn't feel much better about Sebastian stealing away a Dark Magic relic when he finally stopped crying on your shoulder. You held him, your fingers digging into his arms for support. Though shorter than him now, by quite a lot, you were his support, a column of impenetrable stone in the raging storm – the eye, its calming centre. You smelt of death and decay and blood and dust.

And, peeking through it all, strawberry laces.

"We'll figure this out," you mumbled to him.

"Will we?"

"Be optimistic, Ominis."

"You know that's not who I am. Positivity cannot save everything."

"Neither will relentless cynicism. We have to believe we can help Sebastian, otherwise we'll never be able to." Your grip shuddered. "And we have to trust that Missy will help him too."

He scoffed, though it came out wet and watery. "I trust Missy about as far as I can throw her."

"That's not right." There was teasing in your voice. "Your Depulso could chuck her quite far away."

It was so absurd a mental image he guffawed.

"Come on," you said, snaking your arm around his. "Let's get out of here. Assuming Sebastian doesn't know how to work the relic, we have some time to figure out a game plan."

That was a large assumption, though he didn't think such artefacts often came with an instruction manual.

It took some time to navigate out of the catacombs. As natural light stole the need for Lighting charms, something wrinkled Ominis' nose – the smell of burning that he'd detected when they landed by the entrance. It was stronger now, and strengthened still as you finally broke to the surface world. Night was coming through a swathe of evening breeze and a flutter of nocturnal wildlife, coming awake.

"What is that?" he asked, turning his nose to the air. "Can you smell that too?"

"Like burnt toast, yes," you confirmed. "I don't— oh."

"What?"

"There smoke on the horizon. Coming up north-west..."

You seemed to realise at the same time he did. Suddenly you were both running, eating the ground in great strides until the hillock was beneath you, and the air was stale with smoke.

"Feldcroft," you said, stunned. "I-It's— burning."

But— Sebastian. Solomon. Anne.

"We have to go. Now."

You didn't hesitate. You grabbed the broom and yanked him on. Lust be damned, he held onto you like nothing else mattered, a small comfort in the fear that ran circles in his head. Was it simply arson, Ashwinders that had grown too bold? Or worse? Was it Ranrok's grunts, coming down from Rookwood Castle for a second taste of wrath? What if Sebastian and Anne were hurt?

Or killed?

"Oh, gosh, Ominis—" you called.

"What is it?"

"There's— so many dead bodies." A short pause. "Goblin! Mostly goblin!"

The goblins attacked?

Though you steadied the momentum quicker, you landed the broom hard again, but he was more prepared for it, bending his knees on impact. He'd broken into a run in seconds.

"Sebastian?" he called into the chaotic din. "Anne?"

No answer.

"This way," you said, pulling him.

He was disorientated when you led him to the Sallow house. The smell was all wrong, the feel. Feldcroft was his true home, and yet all he could taste was Dark Magic and bloodied steel and the bitter stench of death. You summoned water as you went, quenching the worst of the flames.

"Sebastian!" you yelled as you banged on the front door. "Anne! Mr Sallow—"

The door swung open – relief filled Ominis at Solomon's voice.

"You two!"

But it wasn't friendly. It was gruff and growling, like a wolf over newly-whelped pups.

"Stay outside!" he commanded. "Don't you dare set a foot—"

"Is Anne all right?" Ominis asked desperately.

"She's fine—"

"And Sebastian?" you asked.

But up reared that disgust. Ominis had never heard anything like it, even when they'd argued during the summer holidays.

"Sebastian and that girl have been barred from coming into this house, into this village! You two better not have been encouraging him and his Dark Magic!"

Dark Magic? Had he showed Solomon the relic? He had confessed to using the Cruciatus Curse on you?

You were confused too. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."

"We don't know where he is, or Missy," Ominis said. "Please, may we see Anne?"

Solomon seemed to consider this.

"You can see Anne, Ominis. You," he said to you, "stay outside."

Hurt crossed you. "But, Mr Sallow—"

"That's final."

Ominis faced Solomon. "Please, I implore you—"

"No," you said, letting him go. "No, it's... it's okay. Give Anne my love. I'll— see if there's anything I can do for the villagers."

So Ominis stepped into the Sallow residence. Alone.

It was warm – unbearably so. The hearth burnt, the wood cracking and breaking, but it could not disguise the smell of Dark Magic that rippled like flies over the dead. The house was once familiar, but though the furniture had not moved and the place seemed unharmed in the attack, the alien, hostile aura was unsettling. Solomon shut the door and sank into the chair.

"It's a mess, Ominis."

"How, sir?"

"Sebastian," was all he said. "Anne is in the other room. I'll ask if she's up to seeing you."

He stepped out. Ominis paced, as he was wont to do when he was nervous – a terrible habit he'd never been able to break. The memories of the Feldcroft Catacombs lay fresh in his mind like new bedsheets – what more could Sebastian have possibly done in such a short amount of time?

Solomon returned. "She'll see you."

"Thank you."

"You have a good head on your shoulders." Displeasure curled through his tone. "I hope my nephew hasn't led you astray."

He let him pass.

For years, Anne had shared this space with Sebastian, two beds shunted to opposite sides of the wall, with Ominis on a makeshift one on the floor. They'd eaten sweets and played Gobstones and gossiped until the early hours of morning, sometimes about things that mattered, what they wanted to do in future, or the difficulties of family, and sometimes about the silly things, what they could eat every day forever, or which teacher they fancied the most. Every time, they enjoyed each other's company. In more recent years, Anne had taken to freshening the place with incense and flowers – to scrub away 'eau de Teenage Boy', as she'd snarkily put it.

Today, however, it reeked of mud and dirt, and tears drying on leather. It was heated, but not warm. He didn't feel welcome here. He didn't feel like this was his home.

She shifted in her bed, and Ominis closed the door. "Anne—"

"Ominis," she said, breathless. "I— I can't... Sebastian..."

His pulse quickened. "What happened? I know goblins attacked. Sebastian—"

"Came to stop them, him and Missy both. Ranrok's loyalists were ransacking the place out of retaliation."

"Against him?"

"Against her."

Missy? "But... but why—?"

"It doesn't matter!" A new sob wormed its way up her throat, and Ominis came to her bedside, held her trembling hand. Her wrists were so thin and delicate, atrophying from the curse. "Sebastian— he and Missy got here when the goblins were destroying the marketplace. We— Uncle Solomon and I— we were doing our best to fend them off. Missy helped clear out the majority of them, but when they surrounded me, Sebastian—" She choked. "He used the Imperius Curse."

The wind left his lungs.

"On a goblin?"

Anne let out a tremulous breath.

"On all the goblins, Ominis. It... it was a massacre."

He couldn't even fathom something so awful.

"He killed them all?"

"Every last one. Like puppets." She gripped his arm then, buried her face into his neck, tears streaming. "Some of them— they screamed when he made them kill themselves. They begged for mercy."

How did he know the Imperius Curse? How was he proficient enough to use it on so many, all at once? Far be it from him to feel pity for Ranrok's stooges, but even this garnered a strong surge of sympathy, and a stronger surge of disturbance. They killed themselves because of him.

How, how, how?

Is it my fault? The thought crossed him at once, even though he had been vehemently against the Dark Arts for so long, fighting Sebastian in naught but this. Did he see the successes of my family name, of my ancestor, and think he could do the same?

"What am I to do?" she whispered into his shoulder. "Why, when I beg him to stop, does he not listen?"

"I— I don't know."

She leant back. "I forgive and forgive and forgive his search for a cure— but where do I draw the line? At what point is it madness, to let him continue? What happens next, when he thinks it's okay to use the Killing Curse?"

"It won't come to that," Ominis said, stronger now. "I will make sure."

"Swear to me, Ominis."

It was a faint echo of a broken promise.

But unlike Sebastian, he intended to keep his word.

"I swear."

It didn't seem to reassure her much. At all, actually. It was beyond the point of comfort, when evidence to the contrary was just past the wall.

"Gibby is outside," he pivoted quietly, hoping to raise her spirits. "She's hoping to see you."

She sniffled. "Solomon doesn't trust her, not like he does you."

"I know, but I can talk him down."

"I... I'm sorry." She swallowed. "I want to be alone."

He nodded, going to leave, but her grip strengthened suddenly – a moment of the old Anne flaming back to life.

"And I want you to hold tightly to her goodness," she said, "and never let her go."

Outside, decay festered. The villagers were slower returning from their hiding places, taking stock of the bodies, the hamlet besmirched once more by the terrible coming of a war no one wanted any part of. All the fires had been put out, and he heard you by the fountain, helping to shovel debris away – almost comical in the moment, that you'd forgotten you had a wand to help you with physical labour.

You panted and set the shovel down when he reached you. "How is she?"

"Terrible," he admitted.

"It— I don't blame her. The villagers mostly hid during the attack. I think they were relying on Mr Sallow to keep them safe, retired Auror and all. Of course Anne felt compelled to help... Ominis, every single one of these bodies has been stabbed with their own swords."

He didn't need to explain. You seemed to have figured out the truth already. Solomon's accusations and the evidence before you were enough to piece together the truth.

"Any news on Sebastian?" he asked.

"None."

He was no doubt somewhere licking his wounds after being banished. "And Missy?"

"Someone saw her running east. I can try to track her again like at the catacombs?"

It was an idea, though you were aware it might not work. Missy, after all, could've flown straight out of here. Still, you cast Revelio, and set off after a set of footprints going east out of the hamlet and up the incline.

It was him that caught a thread of something that didn't belong to nature. A voice on the wind. As he quietened you and headed closer, the voice clarified into great, wracking sobs, enough to lurch his chest. A strange noise, coming from someone so used to conquering, to firmness and strength.

You headed up the hill, determined to find her, and he followed, less certain.

Missy was sitting on the crest of the hill, heaving with sorrow. You went up to her at once, causing her to startle and draw coarse sleeves across her face.

"Gibby, Ominis—"

"Oh, Missy."

You gave her a mythic hug. You didn't ask. You didn't need to. Missy seemed to calm, and when you withdrew, she inhaled sharply again.

"Please excuse me, I—"

"Don't be daft. There's nothing to excuse."

"You know, then? You know what—" Another sharp intake of breath. "You know what happened."

"We know."

Missy settled. You sat down. He sat next to you, chilled as the wind cut through them. Strange that, though smoke lay waste to his senses, he could smell your soap and the dye in Missy's hair, an unruly concoction.

"Stupid, imprudent Sebastian," she said. "I'm not afraid of the Dark Arts, but I know the boundaries of its use. Sebastian— doesn't."

"I could've told you that," said Ominis. Probably not helpful, but it was truth. "You saw him, then? He used the Imperius Curse?"

"On all of the goblins, yes."

It was still unthinkable.

"Where is he now?"

"I don't know. No doubt gone to figure out how to work the thing."

And the sacrifice it would feed upon, too.

You all lapsed into silence. You and Missy were watching the hamlet in the distance, he assumed. Watching the sun set on a tainted day. He bowed his head, shut his eyes. Fatigue had overcome him suddenly, from battling spiders to arguing with his best friend to this – and he wondered how this was all going to end, how Sebastian's obsession would ultimately come to head.

Expulsion?

Death?

The loss of his best friend, either way?

"Anne told me the goblins attacked in retaliation," he said, changing the subject before his emotions wrangled him. "They were retaliating against you."

Missy didn't answer immediately. "It's true."

"What did you do?"

"I stormed Rookwood Castle with Professor Fig not so long ago."

"What?" you bellowed. "Missy, are you off your rocker? They're the ones that cursed Anne!"

"I know. It's not what you think. I didn't do it for fun."

"Then why?"

But she didn't answer. Always cryptic.

"Am I to presume," said Ominis, "that you killed many of them?"

Another long pause. "Yes, I did."

"Missy..." you mumbled.

"I will not have your judgement," she snapped. "If I could've walked in there without bloodshed, I would've. I had a very good reason."

"Let me guess," Ominis muttered. "Redemption?"

He thought that would dig under her skin, like it had done in the catacombs, but she was simply silent. Infuriating. There were many things about Missy he didn't understand – the aura surrounding her, her tendency to keep dangerous secrets. Even the way she wielded magic was baffling, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He'd never sympathise with the creatures that cursed Anne and murdered countless others, but Missy made it very difficult to feel anything other than animosity either.

"You don't agree with Sebastian taking the relic," he said. "So why help him at all? And don't lie, it's more than helping Anne at this point."

You were soft and sweet. "It's because you like like him, isn't it?"

She spluttered. "I-I don't know what you—"

"Come off it. If Ominis figured it out—"

"I resent that."

"— then it must be really obvious."

Grass rustled.

"His intentions are noble," she said, voice garbled in a way that meant she'd buried her head between her knees. "And he's— charming."

That he could agree with. Sebastian could talk his way through most situations, even those where he was in trouble, a skill he never learnt but had a unique penchant for, in a way Ominis would never understand.

All throughout their school years their peers had thrown themselves at his feet – near Valentine's Day in fourth year, Ominis caught him with Penelope Prendleghast, a then fifth-year, in the greenhouses.

He heard that soggy peeling as their lips parted. "O-Ominis—" spluttered Sebastian.

With as much grace as a troll, Ominis swung around. "No! No. I'm leaving now."

It was moments like those that he was grateful he didn't have sight.

"You two seemed... rather intertwined," Ominis said to him later that day, when they were back in the greenhouse doing what they were supposed to be doing – potting Venomous Tentacular. "A fifth-year too? Did you pay her?"

Sebastian laughed. "Only in charm and good looks."

"Then perhaps she was desperate? Or blind? Though as a blind person I can tell you which one I think."

"You're a true comedian, Ominis." He let out a sheepish noise then. "Actually, I'm glad you interrupted. It was really gross."

"Oh?"

"I didn't expect it to be so... wet."

Ominis choked up a laugh. "You're doing something wrong if it's wet."

"How many girls have you snogged to reach that conclusion?"

"A gentleman never tells."

"So none."

It was none, but Ominis wasn't too fussed.

"If you had to snog someone," said Sebastian, egging him on, "who would you choose?"

You popped into his head then. He fought to push you down.

"I don't know, Professor Garlick?"

"You devil! You're lucky she's in the other greenhouse right now." Then a sly laugh – Sebastian had seen right through his faux answer. "It's Gibby though, right?"

Ominis rammed soil into the pot. This was long after your argument in the Undercroft.

"Don't be crass, Sebastian. We're no longer friends."

"That wasn't a no."

It wasn't, but he didn't need to know that. "And what if I said Anne?"

"Contrary to the laws of older brothers, I would support you, but I don't have to think about my sister and my best friend kissing, because I know she's not the one you dream about at night. Gibby has nice lips, you know."

Ominis decided not to grace that with a response. But it was true – you did have nice lips. All the times he felt your face told him so. He just couldn't imagine them on his.

Smiling, sweet, addictive...

"You're blushing," Sebastian noted. "Thinking about taking her pretty face in your hands, are you? Pulling her close and smooching her, tasting all those sweets on her tongue—"

Ominis chucked soil at him.

Valentine's was one of your favourite times of year though. No one celebrated it much – not like you did. You made cards and gifts, insisting on sharing the love with everyone you knew. Very often you stole into the kitchens to make truffles and share them out with your friends. Ominis got a whole box of them, along with Sebastian and Anne.

Not this year though. This year, he would get none.

Sebastian was tossing candied pineapple into his mouth before Transfiguration on the day itself. Ominis was practicing his wandwork when the owl shot through the window, tumbled around in air, squawking, and dropped something on Sebastian's desk with a clatter.

"It's... a hair-crimping potion? And a love letter. From Sacharissa Tugwood... Says that I'm fetching and if I'd like to go to Hogsmeade."

"I suppose I'll have to take your word on that," Ominis mused. "So? Will you accept?"

"No." He crumpled the letter. "She's obsessed with her looks. Bit of a turn-off."

"Pot calling the kettle black?"

Sebastian shoved him. "Where's all your love letters then?"

Ominis never got any. He suspected, because he hung around with Sebastian, his much more amiable, and supposedly handsome, companion, all considerations went to him. It was fine, really, and Ominis didn't want the hassle. That is, until a much more concerning thought crossed him – he was the blind, runt son of the austere House of Gaunt. And inbred, at that. It was no secret his grandparents had been related, and his parents cousins once-removed. Why him and his siblings were... different.

What would he do, if it were true? If his very nature was... off-putting? He couldn't change it. He was himself, forever more.

Still, he gave off an air of nonchalance. "My love letters are all lost in the post, I imagine."

"All none of them," said Sebastian, putting on that ridiculous air again. "You know, if you made up with Gibby—"

"Not happening."

"— then you'd be getting a swell box of truffles today—"

"Unless you plan to Transfigure your pineapple into a goblet, Mr Sallow," Professor Weasley's office door shut behind her, "I suggest you put those away before I confiscate them."

Sebastian swerved so easily, laughed so genially. Charm. It was natural. "Sorry, Professor. Would you like one? It's Valentine's Day, and even teachers deserve some appreciation once in a while."

She barked a laugh. "Nice try, young man, but no. Away."

He tucked them into his bag as you burst into the classroom.

"Sorry! Sorry, Professor. I know I'm a little late."

"That you are. Care to explain why?"

Your brilliance was like a dawn chorus. "Making Valentine's gifts."

Weasley seemed endeared by this, despite her admonishment. "You can make as many gifts as you like... after class. Quickly now, to your seat."

You hurried to your place, and over the course of the lesson, whilst they were turning butterflies into bells, you were sneakily handing out cards and truffles to all your friends. Adelaide and Evangeline and Arthur, and Natsai and Cressida and Garreth.

And Leander.

"Wow, thank you, Gibs," he said to you, probably grinning a fool. "I-I didn't get you anything."

"You don't have to. It's for fun!"

Leander Prewett. How that annoying simpleton had earnt your attention, Ominis would never know. The boy was singing your praises, thick as marzipan. Best truffles he'd ever tasted, he claimed to all who could hear. Which earnt you both reprimand for eating during class.

When the lesson finished and Weasley dismissed everyone, you approached Sebastian as Ominis was packing away his satchel.

"For you!" you said cheerfully.

"Why, thank you, Gibby," he said airily. "I'll add them to my hoard of Valentine's chocolates I've got from all my admirers. I'll get back to you in – two weeks? Rough estimate, might be longer."

"Don't be a hornswoggler," you said, whatever that meant. "You know mine will be the best."

"If this is your way of confessing your undying love for me, you'll have to get in line."

You scoffed. "Your own reflection wouldn't have you, Sebastian Sallow."

Then you passed Ominis' desk, and didn't say a word.

The rejection stung.

It still did, a year later, even after he'd made up with you and Valentine's Day was coming in a few months' time. Secretly he looked forward to your truffles again.

But Christmas was before. Your second favourite holiday. And it was a rare one indeed, when you, he, Sebastian and Missy all agreed to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays. Ominis to avoid his family, like every year, Sebastian because he was banished from his home, and you and Missy to keep watch on him. Sheer luck had sent all the other pure-blood families home – not a single Malfoy, Fawley, Black or Ellingboe, which meant less pressure to hide your friendship. You wore long tweed skirts and woollen jumpers, and he shirts with the top buttons undone, and loose trousers meant for riding. With Missy you played Exploding Snap and ate food and tried to search for Sebastian, often in vain. Even on the day itself, he wasn't there. The castle was too large to find him, and he never stayed in the Slytherin dungeons anymore.

The owl, however, appeared when you were with him, in the Quad Courtyard.

Please can we talk? Usual place, 9pm. Come alone.

It had been some weeks after the Feldcroft debacle. Anne had told Ominis she was receiving letters from her brother daily, trying every moment to convince him to meet. Term was restarting in two days and he didn't know how long Anne could put him off – he knew Sebastian to be stubborn, and Anne to be forgiving of even the most fatal flaws where her brother was concerned.

His face must've shown his displeasure, as you took the letter from his hands and rubbed your thumb across a few times.

"He's— asking to talk? Tonight, I think?"

"Yes." You gave the letter back, but he simply tore it. "I shouldn't go."

"He might be remorseful."

"When have you ever known Sebastian to show remorse?"

"Fair point." You hesitated. "I can come if you want? I know it says alone, but..."

"No." He rubbed his temple. "I'll go alone. I'll see what he wants."

So at nine o'clock on the dot, you watched Ominis climb into the lift shaft by himself, promising to wait for him on the stairs. On his descent, back erupting with gooseflesh, Ominis resolved not to argue with his friend anymore. He was tired of it, drinking more and more hatred from the well that remained permanently full within him.

When the grille lifted, Sebastian was there, pacing. Each boot step stoked Ominis' nerves.

"Hello," he greeted stiffly.

Sebastian cleared his throat. "Hello. Thank you for coming."

"What do you want then?"

"Don't start like that. Please. I... don't like to fight with you, Ominis."

"You do make it spectacularly easy."

No response to that.

Instead, Ominis came further inside, until Sebastian was before him.

"You summoned me, and here I am. So I'll ask again," softer now, "what do you want?"

"I've figured out how to use the relic."

He might as well have drawn the rug from beneath his feet.

"You're really going to risk it, aren't you?"

"I am. Anne and I— we've come to an agreement."

There was too much to unpack in that statement.

"You saw Anne? When?"

"A few days ago. She— Solomon wants to leave Feldcroft, move somewhere else." His breathing became aggravated. "It's our home. The goblins can't chase us out of there."

"I think it has more to do with you than them, Sebastian."

"I asked her to stall, and then I— told her about the relic. She's agreed to try it on two conditions. The first, that this be the last thing I try. If this doesn't work, then... then I give up." He seemed to push the words through clenched teeth. "The second is that you're there."

Ominis was surprised at that, and a little touched.

"She trusts you, is why," Sebastian said. "So... will you come?"

"And what did you find out about the relic?" Ominis asked, because he'd be damned to get into more of this mess without a thorough explanation. "What is the Dark sacrifice required to make it work?"

"It summons Inferi. It controls them."

"That's all?" Ominis scoffed. "It's an artefact of Salazar Slytherin, and you think prodding around some Inferi will be the only price? Remember the Scriptorium, when Gibby ended up getting badly hurt?"

"It predates Slytherin, actually. I've researched it."

"Perhaps not hard enough."

"Hate your ancestor however much you want, fine. But what about me?" His voice became a whisper. "Do you trust me?"

That was a long, complicated answer, and he knew, when he didn't answer right away, he'd hurt Sebastian where it mattered.

"I... I know I'm rash, and I'm single-minded when it comes to Anne. But this matters to me. I need you to understand that, Ominis. This matters more than anything else – more than my own life. I'd never do anything to intentionally hurt you, or her, or Gibby and Missy, or anyone. I just— I just want my sister to live the life she deserves."

Missy had said it, Ominis knew it, yet here it was on full display – Sebastian and his silver tongue, his perfectly timed inflections and vigour. He did believe what he was saying, and for many years that was enough for Ominis – he would immediately cave. But now it came with doses of scepticism large enough to paralyse a man.

"I cried, you know. After you left the catacombs."

"Ominis—"

"You left with a trail of broken promises behind you. Time and time again, I've been taken for a fool. I struggle to trust you, Sebastian, that's the reality of this. How do I know you're telling the truth? How do I know this is the last thing you'll do?"

"Because there will be nothing left for me to do. If this doesn't work, then— then I have nothing. Anne will have closure, and that will be peace enough for me. Please." A faint grip on his shoulders. "You're my best friend. You're the last person I want to argue with. If anything goes wrong, I— I want you there."

His hands promptly dropped at Ominis' expression. Everything coursed through him then – frustration, anger, a sorrow so deeply sown it was impossible to dig up. He thought of Sebastian, all those years ago at Malfoy Manor, unseated by his parents' death, but still noble, defending his honour, defending Ominis' honour. He thought of the first day of school, whispering to one another in the dorms when Anne had gone to bed, their friendship new and budding, and he thought of the mischief they'd got up to since. Sebastian had comforted him after the Cruciatus Curse, and all his family woes since. There was you, too, and your shenanigans. Could he let it all disappear, dissolve like ash on the wind?

I will not stop fighting for him. He'd said that, in the catacombs. It would be easy to let go, to turn away. The harder choice was to stay and fight, as he promised he would. Sebastian was action, Ominis was reason – a balance perfectly maintained.

But how far would he chase after his friend for the sake of nostalgia? To the ends of the earth? Off a steep cliff?

Into the loving embrace of Dark Magic?

"All right," he said at last. "I will be there."

Relief spilt from Sebastian. "Thank you."

"But this is the last chance I give you. There will be no more begging after this, Sebastian, and I swear," Ominis flashed his teeth, "if you do anything that could put anyone in harm's way, including yourself, I will stop you. I don't care how, and I don't care if it makes you angry. I don't care. Do you understand?"

"I understand. For real, this time." Sebastian took a step back. "I have some things to prepare, but with Solomon threatening to leave we'll have to do it soon. Tomorrow, maybe. I'll let you know."

"And Gibby?" he asked, only because there was no way you wouldn't get involved. "She's waiting upstairs."

But Sebastian was forthright. "No. She can't come. Nor Missy."

"Why not?"

"They just— can't. I don't want to involve more people than I have to. Missy's going through her own... stuff... and I think it's best if Gibby stays away. You... care about her, I think you'll agree."

But you were part of this now, as much as he was. "They care about you. After everything, you'd cast them out? Missy has fought at your side every step of the way!"

"She has enough on her plate. Gibby, you said it yourself: anything Slytherin-related is risky around a Muggle-born. And, well," a tired amusement, "if something happened to her, you'd kill me."

"I would, but you said something yourself too, long ago. She's tenacious, and too loyal to us." And you could take care of yourself.

He wasn't entirely won over, but did agree that, if kept at a safe distance, you and Missy could be backup in case of dire need. So when they both left the Undercroft, and Sebastian fielded your questions, hurrying back to the common room, you waited as he told you everything.

"This is madness," you spluttered. "I can't believe you agreed!"

"Anne agreed," he said, "and if she agreed—"

"If she told you to slap your thighs and do the Polka, would you?"

"That's not fair, Gibby."

"What's not fair," you insisted, "is Sebastian getting second, third, a billion chances. It's not fair on you, nor Anne, nor me nor Missy. That thing will control the Inferi, right? How many? Does it summon them, too? How big is its range? There's too many questions—"

"What do you expect me to do?" You flinched – he heard you. "I agree, Sebastian uses the relic. I say no, Sebastian uses the relic without me there anyway."

You chafed, because you knew it was true. It was better to keep watch than to let him play by himself.

"Then— this is a stupid idea."

"I know."

"And something's very wrong when I'm the one saying that."

"Oh, how the tables turn." His smile was tired, wan. "You will come, won't you? It would... comfort me, to know you're there."

You squeezed his hand, touch brief. "Of course I'll be there."

Sebastian's plea came through later that evening, his prediction correct. They'd do it the next night.

Ominis struggled to sleep.

By the following evening, his nerves had been shot, his wand hand restless enough to drum it against his thighs. Sebastian claimed to have prepared everything. Missy didn't like the idea, but she was more willing to try it than you. She wasn't afraid of the darkness like you were.

Sebastian picked a spot outside the Feldcroft Catacombs, the night sky their witness, the trees their guard. It was cold, even beneath layers of robes and a scarf. You were shivering the entire flight over, no matter how tightly he held you – Sebastian's choice of area was empty and relatively flat, the ideal spot to test the artefact for the first time.

So it went. Ominis, Sebastian and Anne, and you and Missy, waiting a polite distance away.

The five of you, together at last.

Anne, however, was having second thoughts.

"I— I really don't think we should do this."

"We've come this far," Sebastian was saying, working that inexplicable verbal magic as he prepared Slytherin's spellbook, open at his feet. "You said you would. One last shot."

"I— I know what I said, but—"

"Your curse can be reversed, Anne. You can walk around outside without having to think about the nearest resting place. You can stay up all night and eat bad food and run around. You can come back to school with me – with Ominis and Gibby, and you can get to know Missy better. You won't have to feel helpless every time the pain comes, and worry about the next when it doesn't." His voice was parched. "You can be normal again."

Anne hesitated – and perhaps, all this time, Ominis had underestimated how much she wanted it, how much she craved that sense of normalcy she'd been forced to abandon. Maybe that was why she forgave so much, why she bequeathed Sebastian chance after chance. Because it was never about Sebastian saving his sister – sometimes it was Anne saving herself.

Once, she had been just a girl, with her boisterous brother and silly friends. Now the future she dreamt of had been stolen.

"I promised, didn't I?" he said quietly. "This was my last chance."

"It is," she whispered. "I swear it, Sebastian—"

"I know."

They hugged. Ominis waited. Someone sniffled – and they sounded too alike for him to decipher who.

"Let's start."

Ominis took several steps back, clenching his wand, as Anne did the same, leaving Sebastian in the middle. It reassured him to know you were behind him, vigilant. Sebastian began to mutter, and the change was subtle at first, like lake water to river, or a slight dip in temperature. Ominis detected it, raising the hairs on his neck, shortly following the smell – thick, not necessarily bad, but tangy. He wet his lips with it, uncertain.

That's when he heard the first cry. Far, far in the distance.

He swung around. It wasn't a human scream – more the first rasping from a long slumber. Something dashed by his feet. A sharp fork of lightning.

"Watch out!" Sebastian cried, but he sounded confident. "This thing— it's volatile!"

Ominis raised his wand, honing his senses. He'd have to be careful.

That noise again in the distance. Then again. Only until he heard it a fourth time, closer now, did he realise, this was it.

The Inferi were rising.

"Don't worry, they're under my command!" Sebastian still oozed confidence. "Hang tight, Anne! We can do this!"

"Wait—" Missy cried, and Ominis inclined his ear towards her, far back. "Wait, something— something's not right."

He heard footsteps then, sprinting away. Yours.

Where the hell were you running off to?

The relic droned, and the ground shook suddenly – Ominis almost lost his footing. It seemed to happen at once. The fields of rolling green and patchwork dirt quaked suddenly, disturbed by a great upheaval of charged magic – Dark Magic. It ricocheted in Ominis' bones. Another branch of lightning struck by his feet.

Then there you were – at his side.

"Sebastian!" you screamed. "Stop!"

"What?" Ominis asked, at the same time Sebastian said, "Why? We've only just—"

"You must stop!" you cried. "The Inferi— they're going to Feldcroft!"

All too late did Ominis sense it. Those cries in the distance. They were near the settlement.

"No—" Sebastian gave a laugh. "No, the Inferi are being controlled by me. They're coming here—"

"They're not. I can see the hamlet from the perch!"

"Sebastian—" said Anne, unsure.

"We've only just started! The relic hasn't even reached its full—"

Boom. Ominis was knocked off his feet – wand flying clean from his grasp. He sucked in a breath, but the air was a gale around him. Sebastian was yelping, struggling to stay upright.

"It— it's working!"

Ominis braced his hands and knees. Somehow the relic was broadcasting a heartbeat, Anne's heartbeat. Like a drumbeat on his skin, weak but steady and getting stronger by the moment. It was impossible. He wouldn't have believed it if all his senses weren't offering this truth.

Something punched through the ground in front of him – an Inferi, escaping the tombs far below. My wand. Without it he was helpless to defend himself.

You were screaming. "Sebastian, please!"

"It's working, Gibby! Anne is being—"

"They're going to attack the hamlet! They're going to kill defenceless people!"

This time Anne's voice was a keening croak. "I-I feel— strange."

You were okay – a small victory in the panic slowly overcoming Ominis' anticipation. If Sebastian was controlling the Inferi, why were they going to Feldcroft? He wobbled towards Anne through the chaos, making to avoid an Inferi until it swung a clean blow to his jaw. Pain smacked him at once, and he staggered backwards, tasting blood.

"Hey!" Sebastian was shouting at them. "Don't attack them!"

But the Inferi were screeching now, their taste for death unquenchable. Someone blasted his attacker to pieces.

"Ominis!" yelled Missy. "Your wand!"

He scrabbled for it in the grass, wasting precious seconds, before struggling towards Anne, taking her by the arm.

"Anne—!"

"No—" Her voice was slippery and strange. "No— the hamlet—" She gripped him back, stronger than he'd ever felt her. "You must stop him."

"But— your health—"

"Is not worth our home!" she said. "You swore to me, Ominis. Remember?"

And she was right. This wasn't what he agreed to. The realisation sank through him like cold mud. The Inferi weren't under control. They'd endangered all their lives.

"Sebastian!" he cried, turning towards his friend. "You cannot condemn Feldcroft like this!"

"They have Solomon!" Sebastian grunted. "They have—"

"One Auror against hundreds!" Missy shrilled too. "You have to stop!"

Droves of Inferi tore through the grass now, desperate for breath and night sky. Missy summoned his wand and battled towards him, blasting and blasting, felling them one by one until they were ash. Was this the sacrifice, then? Hordes of the uncontrollable undead, for Anne? Was this satisfactory payment for her health?

"Then go!" Sebastian cried. "You and Gibby— protect them!"

"I've lost my wand!" you cried. Then, "I'm coming to you!"

"No, don't!"

But you struggled towards him nonetheless. Because of your Muggle heritage, you were always practical. You wanted to give your support, or snatch the thing away – Ominis never found out which.

"Gibby, wait!" This wasn't supposed to happen; you were meant to stay away. "Accio wand!"

Your quirky wand flew into his hands, the designs swirling, the shaft a unique undulation. Besides him, Anne gave a great lurch, and her heartbeat throbbed. Painfully.

"No— it's stopped working!" Sebastian yelled over the maelstrom – finally, a note of confusion. "Why isn't it—?"

Your voice was nearly next to his. "Let me help you!"

"No, don't touch—!"

The relic gave another thundering roar, this time deafening, loud enough that it forced Ominis to clap hands over ears. You screamed suddenly, blown back by the force.

"No!" Missy cried.

Wind sheared around him, and he had to crouch, claw a hand into the grass to support himself, make sense of his surroundings. Anne gasped; her heartbeat strengthened.

"It— it's working again!" Sebastian was dizzy with elation. "Anne, you're being cured!"

But something wasn't right. The relic seethed like a thousand insect wings, and the Inferi were still coming up en masse. As Missy reached him, supporting Anne's weight, Ominis cracked bolt after bolt, causing the grass to singe and crisp.

Nothing about this made sense. The Inferi at Feldcroft, the Inferi attacking when they were supposed to be under control... He pointed his wand skywards, about to summon the relic from Sebastian's hands.

Then you choked.

Panic seized Ominis in a vice grip as he turned back towards you. You keened again, making a noise that would haunt his nightmares, and your knees hit the ground with a squelch, your gasp watery with blood.

He pivoted despite the hell around him. "No, no!"

"Stay with Anne!" Missy commanded. Only, when she reached you, all but panic remained. "Gibby, come on— stay with us—"

"The relic!" Anne shrieked. "Sebastian, it's killing her! Stop!"

It hit Ominis then. The relic was no longer content with the Inferi.

It sought to have you as well.

Sebastian hacked out in realisation. "Get her out of here, Ominis! It's nearly done! Anne is nearly—"

"Accio relic!"

The relic zoomed over his head... right into Solomon's hand.

"What have you done, boy?"

The storming chaos ceased, letting Ominis scramble towards you. With no master, not even a poor one, an Inferi shambled into his path, lifting its arm to swing, shrieking. Ominis reduced it to dust in one go. Terror had amplified his senses, his affinity for magic, and when the Inferi surrounded you, lying defenceless, he spewed the flames in a continuous, angry stream.

"Give that back!" Sebastian was screaming at his uncle. "I had it! I nearly had it! I—"

"You nearly killed the girl!" Solomon snarled. "You nearly killed yourselves!"

"It was curing Anne! It was working!"

Ominis landed at your side. You were shaking, struggling to breathe, your hands clenching and unclenching, your teeth chattering, heartbeat erratic.

"Gibby— listen to me, wake up—"

"There's some dark energy around her," Missy said, frantic. "It— she doesn't look good—"

"Don't say that!" He couldn't bear the thought. "Help her!"

"I-I don't know how!"

"Leave— leave me alone," you were mumbling, gasping, clammy and cold yet feverish as he palmed your sweat-ridden hair away. "N-No, please! D-Don't!"

"Gibby—" Anne was gasping, heaving between cries of pain. "Wait, please, Uncle Solomon—"

Solomon muttered something then. A hiss sounded – the relic, dissolving into nothing.

"No!" Sebastian's cry was like a fatal blow.

"You summoned the Inferi to the hamlet, Sebastian! You put innocent lives in danger!"

"It was working! If you hadn't— she might've— Anne could've—"

"Stop!" Anne begged. "Stop, both of you, please!"

Neither listened.

"You are foolish, boy! You know nothing!"

"You would let her die!"

"She cannot be healed. You. Must. Stop!"

Sebastian's throat screamed raw.

"You never cared! You never wanted us! I—I won't let her suffer like you have!"

And he let out a great, anguished cry.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Ominis swung around, but it was too late. The spell connected.

There was a slump as a body hit the ground.

"No—" Missy murmured.

The air seemed to thin as the horror of what had happened dawned on Ominis. Something splattered into the mud. Sebastian's wand.

"N-No, what... what have I—"

But nothing pierced so deeply as the howl of agony from Anne.

Ominis could no longer feel her heartbeat, but by her uneven footsteps, her heavy breathing, the curse was still in full effect. She expelled a long breath and screamed.

"Incendio!"

Inferi burnt beneath her wrath. Paper crackled – the spellbook, too.

"No!" Sebastian said. "Anne—"

"Depulso!"

He was flung to the ground. It was happening too fast – Ominis didn't know what to do.

A sob worked its way from her. She stumbled to Solomon's body as Sebastian braced himself on his elbows, grunting in pain.

"Wait, Anne, please—"

"I gave you a chance!" she screamed. "Again and again, I offered you grace! I forgave you and forgave you and forgave you, convinced you would prove you cared more about me than my condition! You would prove to me that before all else, I was your sister, your best friend, that you wouldn't choose the darkness over me! But you never listened. You never cared about what I wanted! And now?" She fell upon Solomon's body, wrung clean. "Now... you've made your choice."

Crack. She Disapparated, her uncle leaden in her arms.

"No! Anne!"

You mumbled again. Ominis turned back to you, tears sliding down his cheeks. He couldn't fathom what was happening. Anne, gone. Solomon – dead. You... suffering.

After he'd promised long ago to keep you safe from it.

"Sebastian, please... Anne..." Your gasp impaled him. "Ominis, I'm begging you..."

"She— she's been cursed." Missy trembled with despair. "Ominis, I—"

One truth lay louder than the rest. Sebastian's stupidity and reckless abandon may have landed you in this situation, but he'd warned Ominis not to bring you. Ominis had, in fact, argued in your favour, convinced you were necessary. Solomon was dead, the Inferi were running rampant... you were straddling between life and death...

All because he let Sebastian manipulate him. Again and again and again.

"Oh, please, please let her be all right."

Sebastian was on his feet, coming closer.

Ominis clenched his wand. He didn't even feel rage. This was something more acute.

"Stay away."

There was true pain and remorse rolling from Sebastian in waves. He stalled about five paces away.

"Ominis, please— I-I'm sorry—"

His wand shot out. The basic cast connected against Sebastian, causing him to stumble back in surprise.

"Stay. Away!" he bellowed, shaking. "I told you! I told you that there would be a cost for your obsession!"

"I'm sorry," Sebastian said – pleaded. "I-I didn't think she'd try to stop me—"

"For your sake! For Feldcroft's sake!"

"I know. Please, please... I... I need you."

"Need me? Look at what you've done! Gibby is cursed! Your uncle is dead!"

It seemed to be the word that unravelled him. "I— I made a mistake! I didn't mean to— for him to die—"

"You killed him!" He flung the accusation like barbs. "You murdered him!"

A step back. "I— I didn't— mean—" Another step. "He would've— he didn't—" He was gasping then, choking on his own tears. "Please—"

Ominis stood then, kept his wand trained on his friend.

Enemy, now.

"Come closer," he snarled. "This time I won't step aside."

Squelch. Another step back. Squelch. Another. Suddenly he was stumbling into a run, away from Ominis, away from you.

"No, wait—" Missy said. She didn't wait for Ominis' permission. She snatched up Sebastian's wand and sprinted after him, screaming his name.

Ominis sank back to the ground. His anger fled him at once, and when he dropped his wand, and yours, he took you in his arms and cradled you close.

A hug with no warmth.

He might as well have been the loneliest boy in the world.

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Sushi King

Percy Jackson x Daughter of Apollo reader ———————————————— ☀️🌊 ————————————————

Well, being a half-blood has been a difficult thing to deal with, since you can’t see your mom anymore because of those monsters outside the camp, felt like your heart was smashed into pieces. It always has been you and her, you thought your father had abandoned you, but then you discovered he is a fucking GOD.

You were well welcomed here at least, Chiron and your siblings, children of Apollo, were so kind and helpful with you, but there is a person, who really caught your attention, the green eyed boy.

He is handsome, you can’t deny, but something about him was bothering you. Maybe it’s his perfect black hair and the way it stays when it’s wet or maybe is his smell of salty water and fresh breeze, but you were almost sure of what was it: the damn green eyes. It’s like you were hypnotized by it, you could stay hours and days just drowning on them.

And you were so lucky that Chiron told him about you, and asked him to teach you how to fight with a sword, shit.

He tried to start a conversation but you went head in the training, what you obviously didn’t want to do, since you know that you are going to embarrass yourself. He was explaining something that you couldn’t really hear, because you were staring into those ocean eyes, and fuck, he noticed it.

You can see a little smile running though his gorgeous lips, so you looked at the grass below you because you were totally blushing. But just as fast as you did it he intentionally hit you gently to make you fall and caught you by the waist before it happened.

He was even prettier this close, your heart was betting so fast and he could feel it, breathing was heavy due to adrenaline and his eyes were alternating between your eyes and your lips, holly shit, this was awesome.

You really wanted to kiss him, but it didn’t felt right, you hadn’t even spoke to him. So you get away of his strong arms and with more confidence ask him to continue the training.

You were getting good at it, and the tension between you two was there. He was pretty funny and cute, but didn’t lost a chance to flirt with you. The training was over for today and you were exhausted, you lay on the floor as your legs gave out, he looked at you and smiled:

“seems like you are pretty tired” - he says with his flirty smile.

“really? How you guessed it?” - you say ironically

he smiles and lay down on your side:

“Are you going to pretend you weren’t looking at me the whole training?” - he finally spill out

“it’s not fair when I have to train with the famous Percy Jackson, and seemed like you really liked it, didn’t you?”

“you are right, I did liked it” - he says looking right into your eyes, damn.

You stayed like these for a moment until you realized how late it was and quickly got up

“thanks for the help Percy, but I really gotta go, Annabeth is waiting for me at her cabin” - you said really fast because you remembered to meet Annabeth

“not even a goodbye kiss?” - he says after he got up too and with that flirty voice

You hold his face and gave him a kiss in the cheek

“see you tomorrow sushi king” - you say walking away

“see you sunshine” - he says with an wide smile on his face.

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𓆩☀️𓆪⇢ ˗ˏˋ WARMTH࿐ྂ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: SWAPDREAM.dream

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Obsessive & Possessive behavior. Hinted of god complex. Slight sexual innuendos. Unwanted advances. Invasion of privacy. Implied of manipulation. Delusional mindset. Nonconsensual touches are presented. Slight power imbalance. OOC. Proofread

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY: cherubmm

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: The next upcoming fics will delay than the usual. This one is supposed to be at 17 but I'm really busy right now.

“let's stay like this more, darling~. My bones feel freezing cold without your warmth.”

A boyish, heartfelt purr buzzed right against your ear, sending unwanted chills through you despite the suffocating heat. You tried to move, to squirm away, but your body was sluggish, weak. The hold on you was too tight. Everything felt unbearably hot—both inside and out. Your skin was sticky, damp with sweat that made your clothes cling uncomfortably. Your mind was a foggy mess, thoughts barely forming as if stuck in the heart of desert.

Even the air you breathed was thick and oppressive, warm in a way that felt unnatural, like you were inhaling straight from a furnace. Your body worked overtime to keep up with the intensity of it, but the more you tried to resist, the more exhausted you became. Your chest heaved, each breath heavy and labored, your vision wavering as the world around you blurred.

The heat was unbearable, like the walls themselves were closing in, trapping you in an oven. You barely managed to squirm, your energy draining more and more with each second spent in his iron-like grip. It felt like you were suffocating..

“Aww, what’s got you all sweated up, hmm~? Can’t handle a bit of my affection?”

His voice was sickeningly sweet, laced with amusement as he watched you struggle beneath him. Dream’s face was stretched in a playful, almost predatory grin, completely unfazed by your feeble resistance. Of course, why would he be? To him, you looked utterly adorable.... writhing next him like a helpless little chick, freshly hatched and ready for the world — or, in this case, ready for him.

And oh, does he loved having you close. Sharing his warmth with you felt like a gift only he could offer, something you clearly needed.

his grip tightened around you even more, pulling you closer, almost flush within the cage of his bony riibs, as if he was trying to absorb you entirely. The only thing stopping you from getting even closer was his shirt, a barrier between you that the vibrant god found a bit pesky. His wings—large, radiant and made purely of glowing positivity—folded around you like a cocoon, trapping even more heat between you.

You groaned, trying to will yourself to break free, but every attempt only made the hold around you stronger. You were trapped.

“D-Damnit… Dream…” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. You wished you could curse him out properly, something far more offensive, something that would knock that smug smile right off his face. You felt pathetic. How the hell did you even end up here?

You briefly winced at the fogged memory. This fucking chicken had broken into your home—again—like it was some kind of privilege playground only for him. He’d bypassed your locks, your security system, everything. The absurd part? All your devices—brand new, mind you—had conveniently overheated and fried. It was like a sick joke, except you were the punchline.

“Hm~? What was that?” Dream’s voice broke through your hazy thoughts, his tone a mocking sing-song. “I couldn’t quite hear you over all those cute noises you’re making— not that I'm complaining, of course"

You wanted to scream, to rip whatever cursed magic was inside him that made him speak, but your body felt like it was being crushed under the heat.

He shifted his position slightly, making sure to keep you pressed tightly against him, then rolled the both of you so that you were lying flat beneath him. His weight pressed down on you, but it wasn’t the weight that was suffocating—it was the scorching heat. It was everywhere, creeping into every part of you.

Dream leaned down close to you, his breath tickling your exposed skin as he let out a playful puff of air. You flinched, the sensation somehow managing to feel like scalding water hitting your skin. His bony hands trailed lazily over your form, his sharp fingers hooking under your shirt as he slowly lifted it, exposing your stomach to his hungry eyes.

“Hmm, look at this, soft skin… and so warm. Just perfect" The Epitome of positivity purred, more to himself than to you, as he traced circles over your exposed flesh. His sharp phalanges kneaded and pinched at your flesh, testing, as though the god were playing with his food.

Without warning, he lowered his head, hovering his face just inches above your skin. His golden-orange tongue slipped out from his cages teeth, glistening in the dim light as he ran it down your stomach, tasting the sweat that had pooled there.

Your breath hitched in shock, and you tried to squirm away, but his grip on you only tightened further.

“So warm, so perfect. I could just stay here forever, don’t you think?” His pinprick eyes dilated as he licked his lips, savoring every moment of your discomfort.

“Forever’s gonna be really short if you keep this up,” you muttered, trying to summon even a sliver of your usual defiance despite the heat still making your head spin.

Oh, you’re so dramatic, my little darling,” he teased, his wings flexing as he pulled you tighter. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never feel cold again." With a strangled sneer, you wished more than ever that you could at least slap that grin off his face. But the most you could manage was to slump against him in defeat, the heat stealing what little energy you had left.

“Well, since you’re already so comfortable,” Dream continued with a mockingly sympathetic tone, “let’s just enjoy this warmth together, hmm?”

You didn’t even have the energy to groan.

Ⓒ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐦 ──── 10/18/24. Navigation | Masterlist

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Reb!! First i want to thank you for reading the last chapters of my thg! series i read your comments and 🥺❤️. Promise to reply them as soon as I can.

Then if your requests are still open, would you write a Tommy x Nina using this prompt:

"i’m only here for the dog cat"

Maybe it suits them 🤭❤️.

Thanks in advance! And of course there's no pressure at all!!

A/N: thank you so much for sending this, Flor!🤍 and don’t worry about the replies, I’m much behind with them myself! I made a little AU for this one, and I had so much fun writing this! (I also got a bit carried away and became longer than intended lmao)

Nina Ferrante is the OC from my Tommy Shelby x OC series Heart, Body and Soul. This is not set in the series universe, so even if you haven’t read the series, you can read this one.

Summary: the Ferrante family temporarily moves from Sicily to Birmingham to conduct business with Tommy Shelby. However, soon he finds himself stuck with something that doesn’t belong to him.

Warnings: mentions of violence/killing, English is not my first language, no proofreading.

Word count: 1.2k

Send me a prompt and I’ll write something short☀️

Nina regretted not wearing a coat the moment she stepped out the Midland Hotel. The cold hair cut through her clothes, pricking her skin like a thousand tiny needles, setting deep into her bones. It would take more than a week to get used to that kind of weather, or to the stench of coal and iron that permeated the air. Small Heath was unlike the Sicilian village she had grown up in, in many different ways. But as she hurried past the grey buildings, and the crowded houses, and the factories, she found herself unable to pay much attention to it, or to the mud sticking to her shoes. She couldn’t even pay attention to the glances the men around her shot at her. Winston was her only concern.

She had been looking for him in her hotel room for over an hour. Above the closet, under the bed, even in the unlit fireplace, but he was nowhere to be found. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown when the phone rang and a familiar voice on the other side informed her that a certain black cat had sneaked into his office. Nina shouldn’t have been surprised, though. During her family’s business meetings with Mr Thomas Shelby at the hotel, Winston had seemed to manifest a curiosity - maybe even a liking - towards the gangster.

When she walked past the doors of the Shelby Company Limited, a big man with a grim expression stopped in front of her. He cleared his throat, looking down at her. “Who are you?”

“I’m here to see Mr Shelby,” she ignored his question, going straight to the point. She didn’t have the time nor the will for the formalities, and she didn’t like the way the brute was clearly trying to intimidate her.

“What do you want with Mr Shelby?”

“He has something mine.”

The man squinted his eyes in confusion, probably wondering what Tommy Shelby could ever take from a girl like her. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it right away, as if in the middle of some kind of realisation. Nina could almost see his brain cells working to put the pieces together.

“You’re one of those wops,” he noted, and the hint of disgust in his voice was enough to send a wave of irritation through her. Before she had the chance to say something, he reached over to her. “I have to search you, miss.”

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself,” she spat, taking a step back. She glared at him, silently daring him to try and put his hands on her again. Search her. Like Hell.

The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s the protocol, miss.”

“You can stick your protocol up yo-”

“The lady’s fine, Scudboat.” A deep voice interrupted her mid-sentence. Thomas Shelby was standing in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets, and Nina wondered how it was possible that none of them had heard him arrive. “Let her pass.”

“Yes, sir.” With a single nod, Scudboat moved out of the way, finally allowing her to walk further into the room. “Good luck with this one,” he muttered under his breath as he took his place by the doors again.

A heavy silence fell into the room. Shelby’s icy stare was studying her as he had studied her father and brothers during their meetings, and she would’ve lied if he had said that the thing didn’t make her at least a bit uneasy. He carried himself as if he held all the cards, and everyone else was just another pawn in his game. Even when it wasn’t him who had the upper hand. However, in this case, he did have the upper hand. Maybe going into his territory all alone hadn’t been her best idea. But it was too late to panic, and she still had her knife, safely hidden in her pocket.

Behind his placid expression, Tommy was somewhat surprised to see Vincenzo Ferrante’s daughter herself. He had expected her to send her father, or her brothers. Instead, she had walked through the streets of Small Heath on her own, and entered the doors of his company as if she were untouchable. He didn’t know whether to define her stupid or brave for that. Reckless, for sure. Rather impressed, he granted himself a moment to observe her. Dark strands of hair had escaped her long braid, and her nose and cheeks had a tinge of red due to the cold. She hadn’t even bothered wearing a coat. She wasn’t exactly in the position to make threats, and yet she had held her own with one of his scariest men. She was quite something. The young woman wavered for an instant, then she straightened her back and raised her chin.

“I’d like my cat back.”

Tommy’s eyes stared deep into Nina’s, and she held his gaze with fiery determination. Noting she wouldn’t look away first, he simply turned around, motioning for her to follow him. After a moment of hesitation, she did as he said.

It took Nina a few seconds to adjust to the dim light that filtered through the shutters of Shelby’s office. It was fairly big, furnished in dark wooden furniture, and it smelled like cigarettes, whiskey, and masculine cologne. His desk was scattered with papers and photographs, and a lit cigarette was still burning in an ashtray.

“There he is,” Tommy broke the silence, pointing to the dark fur ball curled up on one of the chairs.

Nina exhaled a sigh of relief, her heart finally finding some peace now that she knew for sure that her cat was safe. He was used to the peace of the Sicilian countryside, after all, and she wasn’t sure he’d survive the danger of the city. Winston raised his little head to look at her, but didn’t move from his comfortable spot. Traitor. He even meowed in protest when she went to grab him.

“Shut up,” she hissed.

Tommy Shelby, for his part, was looking at the scene with the shadow of a grin on his face. She was entertaining, that was sure. While she battled with the beast, he poured himself a glass of whiskey. “Want something to drink?”

“I’m only here for the cat.”

“Right,” he nodded, watching as she finally managed to pick up the animal. She snorted, pushing a rebellious strand of hair behind her ear.

With Winston tucked under her arm, Nina raised her gaze on Thomas. She couldn’t just go away without saying anything, right? He could’ve thrown the animal in the streets and leave him to his fate, after all. As if sensing she wanted to tell him something, Tommy patiently waited, but that only made the task of searching for something appropriate to say more difficult.

“Thank you.”

That was all. Nice and simple. Then she turned around and made her way towards the exit. But just as she was about to leave, a doubt arose in Nina’s mind, one she couldn’t help but voice. She stopped in her tracks, turning to look at him again. “How did you know what room I’m staying in anyway?”

“Ah,” Tommy scoffed, his lips curving in a smirk. “I own this city, sweetheart.”

“Scudboat,” Tommy called once Nina was out on the streets, catching the man’s attention. “Keep an eye on the girl, make sure she gets to the hotel safe. Can’t trust Birmingham.”

“Yes, sir,” the Blinder nodded, immediately going to obey the order.

“Oi,” Tommy called again, making him turn around. “Keep low and keep your distance, cause if she won’t kill you, her family will,” he warned him. “And you wouldn’t like the Italian way.”

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@red-riding-wood @optimisticsandwichgladiator

Tommy Shelby taglist:

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🎀Girly morning routine:

Tips to have a girly, relaxed and productive morning routine, to set you up for a successful day. I do pretty much all of these every day to ensure I get the most out of my mornings. Even if I have a busy day, I just set my alarm earlier and off I go… ☀️🫧🎀

🎀 Wake up/set an alarm at a set time every morning. I wake up at 7:00 am everyday. Apart from Sundays as those are designated for lying in and getting my princess, beauty sleep!

🎀 Read in bed/Scroll through Pinterest 📖. I find that scrolling through TikTok just clouds my brain and sets me off task so I tend to avoid that.

🎀 Slip into comfortable pajamas/robes. I have a beautiful pink, silk robe from Victoria’s Secret. In the summer I wear nightgowns and in the winter I wear fluffy things.

🎀 Get fresh air. I do this every morning g by opening my bathroom and bedroom window to air from the night before

🎀 Make your bed. I can’t imagine not making my bed every morning, however it is said that “Princesses never make their beds” true. But some princesses have to do certain things or they won’t get done.

🎀 Have something to give you energy. ☕️I have a smoothie most mornings, or coffee, and try to keep it healthy so that I have a slow release of energy throughout the beginning of my day.

🎀 Have a shower 🫧 I have a shower every morning. I know some days it’s the last thing you feel like doing, especially when it’s cold. But having one every morning wakes you up and sets you up for the wholeee day.

🎀 Do you skincare/pamper routine whilst listening or watching something you enjoy. If your in a rush I know this step is avoidable but I watch Vogue beauty secrets every morning and it makes me feel so productive and cute.

🎀 Journal. Morning journaling is one of my favorite things to do. You can write to-do-lists, plan for the day, or just get out whatever morning thoughts you have.

🎀 Getting dressed. I hang up my outfit the night before so I can see what it will look like and any creases fall out before ironing it if I need to.

Obviously not everyone has time to do things such as this. Some people grab a piece of toast, their keys and rush out the door. But I am firm believer of, if you wake up early enough, then you have time. Because you make time 💌

Some people also like to workout/meditate or do yoga 🎀 I go on walks mostly but I have a separate post about this coming soon!

All my love, and may all of your mornings be beautiful and productive ~ Kellen ☀️🎀

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Well, since poly ships are now an option, curious to see how you'd view DogDay x CatNap x CraftyCorn 🫢

(I don't personally ship those three together btw. Just curious 🧡💜🤍)

OH! OF COURSE! I've noticed as of late that this ship in particular is VERY popular.

And yes! Poly ships are very much welcome since I'm poly myself. And to be completely honest with you, the majority of the ships I mention don't specifically fall into my favourites, but boneless I still love these concepts you'll give me! Hey, even you could say it helps me improve my writing skills!

🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️

PLEASE... BY ALL MEANS.... THIS SHIP GOTTA BE CALLED FLOWER BOUQUET. IT'S LITERALLY THREE TYPES OF FLOWER SCENTS IN A SINGLE SHIP. Wait is vanilla a flower?- no?- yes?- no?- eh. Same thing

shy x extrovert x introvert

Wouldn't it be downright hilarious to picture Catnap and Dogday being Craftycorn's muses for paintings? IT'S A CUTE CONCEPT, YOU ALL KNOW IT.

Could we all just agree that she carries and costume-made diary everywhere she goes?

Both Dogday and Catnap in my head would've probably intimidated yet striked Craftycorn's interest in every way. Catnap, even though somewhat too quiet or too lazy to go on with the day, is a very calming type of person who rarely gets angry at others or anything for that matter. And as for Dogday he's legitimately a sunrise and smiles kind of active guy, which in a way Craftcorn found them both endearing. And BECAUSE of that, she would've had a crush on them both at the same time and battled with her own feelings the whole time in who she liked the most, or in some way, even hoped she didn't since her nerves would be the end of her.

Craftycorn would too take her feelings out in drawing, just like in anything for that matter, and what would be her biggest fear? Catnap and Dogday seeing the things she has drawn at the end of the sketchbook.... don't ask what it is. We all know what it is.

Their date? Literally a cosy sleepover.

Their favorite activity? STARGAZING!

Wanna know what's ironic? While Craftycorn would be all insecure and overthinking about the whole situation, Dogday and Catnap would be noticing these patterns of nervousness and literally girl failure, and start to equally agree that they find that strangely attractive. And amusing. But that's Catnap talking.

They both also think she's pretty as hell.

And yes. they talk about it all the time because ✨communication and consent is the best romantic gesture✨

Even though Craftycorn is a very shy and soft-spoken girl, she's SURPRISINGLY VERY capable of defending herself and others she really cares about. And I'm talking both verbally and physically. She'd be able to pull out a punch on whoever complains about ANYTHING related to Catnap, Dogday or even her. You go, girl!

Okay... actually, changed my mind. She would do it but feel INCREDIBLY guilty later.

They watch My Little Pony and Carebears together on a date. Change my mind.

Could you all imagine how GOOD it would smell the air of their houses was every time they hung out? Like- you're telling me the air would be jasmine scented on one corner, vanilla to the other, and then lavender in every cushion? MY GOD.

I wonder if they do PDA. Craftycorn and Catnap would be most likely to do it but very lowly (like holding hands or wrapping an arm with each other), while for Dogday he would WANT TO... buuut he doesn't want to cross boundaries. So he'd keep it to himself. And probably crying inside not to pounce on top of the two of them into a tight hug.

They love it when Catnap helps them to sleep, especially lullabies.

OH IMAGINE THIS. What if Craftycorn knew Spanish and called Catnap "Lunita" (little moon) and Dogday "solsito" (little sun). NO- IM-... IM NOT SAYING THIS BECAUSE I'M HISPANIC AND I ADORE HEADCANON CHARACTERS THAT RELATE TO MY COUNTRY- THAT IS NOT-

Okay, that or "my sunshine" and "my twilight". IT'S CUTE OKAY- I KNOW IT'S CORNY BUT WE GOTTA LOVE CORNINESS FROM SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T SHOW IT MUCH

(for context to the next headcanons):

Catnap in my own interpretation is a selective mute. All due to the 'red smoke incident' that occurred a few nights ago. He was so terrified of how not only his lavender gas was transported into that horrendous gas that made his friends laugh ever so hysterically and dementedly, but his body acted in a way that made no sense whatsoever. His movements were strange, creepy, and terrifying. So much so that it scared Catnap beyond thought. Even though all argued that it was just a 'collective nightmare' they had due to the circumstances of the storm. It didn't change anything Catnap went through. Everything he saw...

And at the end of the day, he decided to make a silent vow. Where he wouldn't let that smoke ever come out of his mouth again, even if it cost never to open his mouth. Never to speak again.

Why all that lore dump? WELL. IMAGINE. CATNAP KNOWING ASL/SIGN LANGUAGE. IT IS THE COOLEST THING EVER.

DogDay and Craftycorn after hearing about Catnap's vow, they were EXTREMELY worried about him. On some occasions, they tried to speak some sense into him about the mere thought of never talking again, but at the end of the day, they had to respect Catnap's decision. SO IN EXCHANGE, THEY WANTED TO LEARN ASL TOO! AND IT IS SUPER CUTE AND- KAINFIYLIAHDFCHASKDCFHNAKSJDCFHALNKUH-

Craftycorn also thought of teaching Catnap how to draw, with of course Dogday coming in to learn well. Since it was an alternative and temporary idea on communication while everyone else was catching up on Bubba's lessons on ASL.

OH NO... CRAFTYCORN- I JUST REALIZED SHE DOESN'T HAVE FINGERS- SHE HAS HOOVES! THEREFORE SHE CAN'T THEORETICALLY DO ASL. OML SHE'D BE ASHAMED ASF.😭

For some reason, singing doesn't accidentally make the scents of any of the Smiling Critters out of their mouths. So whenever Catnap can, he tries to open up from his comfort zone (with the encouragement of the others) to sing them to sleep with a nice lullaby.

🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️

I swear to god my AO3 fans are out for blood now. They probably gonna be mad asf if they find out I'm wasting so much time on this than the fanfic chapter I'm writing.

EVEN MORE NOW DUDE- THEY GONNA FIND OUT I WANNA WRITE ANOTHER FANFIC 😭

THIS IS GONNA END UP LIKE WHEN I HAD MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT... PLEASE... MERCY ON ME YALL... MERCY

[sabrondabrainrot]

☀️🌟☼🔅

Random Idea but with what I know about current spoilers I have two ideas. One is that Sun will somehow becomes the Witherstorm (I AM BANKING ON THIS) or he's going to be relevant to the Witherstorm of their dimension and be scattered through dimensions.

One of my most favorite series of all time is "Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles" and the crux of that series is they need to put someone back together and to do so, they have to travel to various dimensions to find the missing pieces of the person's soul. I totally see that happening to our Sun? I don't know why.

Even to this day, Sun still hasn't quite opened up about himself. Not to Old Moon, New Moon, Solar, Earth, Lunar, etc etc. I think the most he's been open towards thus far is probably Dazzle ironically?

I'm still getting caught up but I can tell Dazzle actually wants to get to know him so she's asking about him and he's honestly telling her. (also loving how Sun is spending more and more time with the kids in the show, He spends so much time with FC, Dazzle, Jack, etc. It's so wholesome) I'd say Earth and Lunar are in second place of knowing him best but they also still sometimes are kept an arm's length away.

Solution to this? Scatter parts of his 'soul' into the multiverse and make it the family's responsibility to find him! Heck he could even be in a coma the entire time they do this! When they find a Sun fragment they get to see his memories or feel and hear his thoughts.

In Tsubasa the fragments are called 'feathers' and they can warp reality, break time and space, or even gain sentience. I think it'd be so neat if one of the fragments of Sun became Dark Sun but I know it's not likely.

"I am doing this for Sun, Because I am Sun" vibes

Just an Idea but it'd be so cool if it happens!

My second Idea, has to do with a sketch I did a bit ago (still working on more sketches for it) but basically I know Sun's currently gathering power. He's a fighter and wants to help! His family is still keeping him away from the action though. It's not malicious and comes from them wanting to protect him but it's going to ultimately leave him more vulnerable and a target.

Dark Sun I know is tampering with dark energies, he's raising a dragon? He's associating more and more with Witherstorm energy and he still hasn't quite confessed what his motive/plan is besides the fact this is "all for Sun"

So wouldn't this mean Sun is going to ultimately becomes a Witherstorm? It's what the creator studies and the one of the main dimension is different from others so who's to say our Sun and Moon aren't also built different with different fates?

Creator created something specifically just to torture and wear Sun down but when you think of it, that's also what Old Moon was until they split. I don't think that was the intention but the fact Old Moon just decided to point blank torture Sun? Sus, like it was meant to happen.

Dark Sun I think needs Sun to be his pet Witherstorm, and he's maybe planning to use Nexus to make that happen? I just got to the point in the series where he just picked up New Moon from space and took a chip out of his brain. Bruh...he needs him but won't say for what.

I love it. Dark Sun my beloved what are you evil little plans <3

Hoping Sun doesn't fall into a Coma but it'd be so sexy of him aha~

I really like when Sun spends time with Earth and Lunar too it'd be so cool if they have an adventure to save him.

BTW I've been listening to Aurora's song "The Seed" and it literally gave me a big brain AU idea for tsams but idk if I should try to write it.

I really hope Sun ascends to some kind of God-hood like being especially involving destructive energy like Witherstorm stuff. It'd be so neat and sad if one of the nicest people ever became the ultimate judge, jury, and executioner-like being. It's especially ironic since Nexus/New Moon can't decide what's real anymore and just decided to frick off and become God so it'd be realllyyyy funny if Sun was the one to become a reality altering being.

I'm just Madoka-ifying Sun at this point

[kirbyderb]

Okay so, got a few questions

What is your favorite color (obvious is obvious)

favorite cat breed?

Favorite superhero

favorite tumblr moment (mine was the one that included the word “tea-fication process”

this isn’t really a question (well it sorta is, I just need some advice) how can I create better ocs

fav smiling critter

fav horror games/movies/characters

fav movie genre

(I know this is more than a few, I’m sorry)

☀️ HELLO!!!!1!!!!

1. Green, actually.

2. I'm more of a canid fan! (Can you tell?) But my Prototype... I love Ragdoll kitties and black cats! :D

3. SPIDER-MAN. NO CONTEST. I WATCHED ALL THE MOVIES. HALF THE SHOWS. Best actor is Tobey Maguire. Favorite Spidey film? Sam Raimi's Spider-Man 2.

4. "The flag of Japan but it's actually this hand towel with a perfectly-placed water stain"

5. Better OCs? Well, uhh... IM NO EXPERT! !!1! BUT. What I think is fun is looking at those "questions to ask your character/character development sheet" things. Like how would they get through a fence while being chased? Just run cartoonishly STRAIGHT THROUGH IT? Find another way? Jump across? Maybe also try to imagine why they are the way they are, and be sure to give both positive/negative traits. If your character is very affectionate—TOO affectionate— maybe they don't know personal space? Or if they're lazy, they might be really good at finding the shortest way to do a task. Maybe crank up some positive traits for bad traits, or see how it could create a bad trait, and vice-versa!!1!!! :D

6. Dogday.

7. My memory isn't good so I may have more, but... Dogday, any Smiling Critters, Cy-dog even though it isn't ever used in PPT, Sunny/Omori, Glamrock Freddy, Wooly, Starved Tails, Kinito—

I'M NOT A FURRY. OKAY!!?????

8. Hmm.. SCI-FI?!?!??? :D Hypothetical scenarios with viruses or outer space are pretty cool! Also love historical films, 2d animated films, psychological horrors, mysteries, anything to do with my current interest. Feel free to recommend me stuff ! :]

Maybe I should say a genre I hate?

Romance.

You're not gonna catch KIRBY ever watching any 18th-century rom-coms. No TELENOVELAS FOR ME!!!1!!!!!!

THOUGH I'm very willing to IRONICALLY watch a movie with people. I like to watch them suffer WITH me and it's hilarious. ANYONE WANNA WATCH RATATOING!!1?!???

[logorrhea5mip]

We're not ready for space Tumblr.

★ Star-of-this-show-deactivatedz=1.3

What if i try fusing just a bit of iron. As a treat.

⭐ StarryMcStarface

And their corpse is still here. Don't do drugs kids.

🇳 Neutral-To-The-Core

> their corpse

You called?

🔴 BetterRedThanDead

I don't care what you think about it, a binary relationship between a white dwarf and a giant is always predatory

Like you're literally taking their upper atmosphere from them. And using it for fusion, like you deserve to have it again even when you ran out of hydrogen eons ago.

⚪ PaleGlow44

Yeah well me and my partner @Hydrogen-Daddy increased our matter transfer rate several times this millennium just to spite you.

⭕ Hydrogen-Daddy

And we liked it. A lot.

⚫ BlackHeartBrightOutside

Preach. Nothing predatory in me eating half of my neighbors.

⚪ PaleGlow44

THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU!!

Fuck right off!

🌟 FlareStarBestStar

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

☀️ TheHeliosHimself

Some of the wet gunk on my 3rd rock is getting interesting colors, i wonder what that means?

☀️ TheHeliosHimself

Update: It's getting into weird shapes and even changing things a bit on the planet. I'd almost be concerned if there was ever a chance of it impacting me in any way

☀️ TheHeliosHimself

Dysom Spfhere

⚫ Quasar53

I don't understand why everyone goes so crazy about planets with rings.

I have a ring too, and it's larger than your entire stellar system.

And it emits enough x rays to melt your face from 10 parsecs away

🔵 Bluer-than-thou

But don't you have to kill a guy to get one?

⚫ Quasar53

Well, beauty has a price sweetheart.

[katerinaaqu]

Hello! So I understand that in the Iliad and Odyssey Helios is the sun, and Apollo’s “sun” correlations were a later addition (I think?). I believe this happened with Artemis as well so what exactly are Leto’s twins the gods of during the Iliad and Odyssey? Do they have some of those connections in Homer (like with Apollo’s primary epithet being Phoebus which I believe is “Shining”?). But yeah! What exactly are Artemis and Apollo’s domains in homer?

Thank you :D

Hello there!

That is a very good question. I believe one must forget the idea that the gods of the greeks are correlated with only one thing. The religion is not cut-clean as "Helios=Sun therefore Apollo=something else". The gods had many attributes and those were used interchangably and sometimes with correlation to other gods. Sometimes they were even co-worshipped.

Either way though one can make a small separation here. Helios is the literal sun (which is what the name means after all) aka the sun itself. Apollo is a solar deity. He is a god of the sun not the sun himself. Likewise Artemis is a lunar deity but not the moon itself, which is Selene etc. and even that is not cut-clean always like that.

For Apollo as you know he is already referenced in first Rhapsody of the Iliad as his priest Chryses got offended and prayed for justice. Apollo smites the greeks for 9 days with a plague (see also my analysis on that plague) so we have the attribute of Apollo as god of plagues and diseases. They also more-often whatnot call him "the one who aims from afar" speaking on his archery skill. We also see him as the god of prophecies via the myths of Cassandra among others. That is also backed up by the homeric hymns that date roughly at the same period as the homeric poems. He is also referred to as "fair haired" aka "blonde" which can be an indicator of his solar attribute. He is also seen with his attribute as the god of music when he plays his lyre at the feast of the gods.

The name "Phoebus" is very much used in both the Iliad and the Odyssey. We see the term already in Rhapsody 1 in Iliad. His association with gold is also important here so his association with light is always apparent.

Artemis also is mentioned for her skills in archery and her association with hunting and wilderness but also for her healing abilities (see Rhapsody 5 in Iliad) she is also associated with youth and love for play in nature as well with the vengeance against Niobe. Odysseus also compares Nausicaa's beauty with Artemis in Odyssey which again associates her with youth and virginity.

What I find ironic is that Apollo is said to have silver shafts in the homeric poems while Artemis has golden!

So in conclusion I think both the twins have a full set of attributes and powers in the homeric poems but the most explored ones are their talents in archery as well as Apollo's attribute with disease, prophets and muic while Artemis wilderness, play in nature and maidenhood. I would say their attributes for sun and moon are mostly hinted here by the color of their hair (both are called fair-haired) as well as Apollo's epithet "Phebus" and Artemis's beauty (often associated with beauty of the moon)

I hope that makes sense. Thank you very much for the question

Also what a strange coincidence you asked me that for recently my friend @artsofmetamoor released two AMAZING sketches for an AU that is based on greek mythology and the characters she released are associated with Artemis and Apollo! XD