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heartbreakprincehbk · 10 months ago

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Lucky (Kerry Von Erich x Reader)

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Summary: Requested by anon! Reader isn't into Valentine's Day, but Kerry insists on giving her a surprise Valentine's Day date at home. Thanks for the request, hope y'all enjoy!

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“Any plans for Valentine’s Day tomorrow?” You looked up briefly in mild annoyance and had to remind yourself it wasn’t the grocery store clerk’s fault that they happened to be the third person to ask you that this week.

“No.” You said, giving a stiff smile as you gave them the cash for your items.

“Yeah, I understand. This time of year is no fun single.” They said, continuing the conversation as they counted out your cash. You debated whether it was worth it to correct them before deciding to keep your mouth shut. “Well, have a great day anyways.” You mumbled something of the same and grabbed your groceries, purposefully looking away from the big Valentine’s display of candies and flowers on your way out of the store.

It wasn’t that you hated love, or even that you were single, it all just seemed kind of pointless. A big over-commercialized competition to make everyone feel bad as though they had to quantify their love with big expensive displays of affection. You simply believed that showing your love in other ways every other day of the year meant more than a big show one day of the year.

Besides, with Valentine’s Day falling on a Saturday, you were more than certain your boyfriend, Kerry Von Erich, was going to be slamming other men into the wrestling mat. You were used to that sort of thing, and it was much worse not having him around on Christmas or Thanksgiving. It was nearly impossible to complain; you knew it bothered him more than you from the pained look in his puppy dog eyes every time he had to leave. You did your best not to make him feel any worse about it. You could handle one Valentine’s Day alone compared to those.

Kerry knew you weren’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day. The very first one you spent together, Kerry had given you a dozen roses, a giant teddy bear, and chocolates, and while you thanked him, you very quickly let him know your preferences.

“You don’t have to spend all that money on me, it’s not a big deal.” To say he was confused was an understatement.

“Is this a test to make sure I actually still buy you gifts next Valentine’s Day?” Kerry checked.

“No!” You giggled. “I just don’t think it’s necessary to make a big deal out of one day and waste money.” You hoped he got the message. Really, just being with Kerry was a gift of its own.

Now, another Valentine’s Day was upon you. So far so good as you woke up with no fanfare. Kerry had already gotten up and was working out in the garage as per usual. When you finally made it downstairs to make some breakfast, Kerry made his appearance. He froze when he saw you.

“Good morning,” you greeted him. He hesitated, looking you over like you were a word puzzle he was trying to figure out. Eventually, he was able to speak.

“Hey–oh, good morning. So hey, baby, uh…so, my mom and Mike wanted to take you to lunch today.” He explained somewhat awkwardly. You frowned a little.

“But I just saw her for lunch yesterday. She didn’t mention it.” You said. Kerry scratched his head, avoiding your gaze and giving a half-shrug.

“Yeah, uh…well, I think it was last minute. Maybe, uh…Mike’s idea.” You frowned a little. “I gotta shower and go meet Kev. My mom said she would pick you up around 1 pm.” Your frown deepened.

“Okay.” You said, smiling slightly when he pressed a kiss to the side of your head on his way out of the kitchen.

Doris was right on time with Mike in tow. The three of you went into town to the local deli, where Mike proceeded to take much longer than normal to eat his sandwich.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked him. Normally, Mike inhaled his food in three seconds. He looked panicked at your question and took a big bite of his food, prolonging his response.

“I’m fine. Why?” He asked, eyes shifting. You laughed a little. “I’m not acting weird.” From the corner of your eye, you saw Doris shaking her head.

“I didn’t say you were acting weird, but I’m wondering if I need to go complain about your sandwich because normally it would have been gone by now.” You said casually, smiling as Mike’s eyes grew even more panicked.

“No, no! It’s uh, good. Really. I’m just…trying to eat slower. You know, um…avoid choking.” You were biting back a laugh. “Um. Do you have any plans tonight?”

“Mike.” Doris reprimanded.

“It’s okay.” You said, smiling. “No, I’m just planning on catching up on cleaning and maybe I’ll treat myself to a hot bath and tea or ice cream or something. I know Kerry has his show; if it were closer I would be there.”

“You know, it’s been nice weather the last few days for February. I haven’t had to worry about the plants freezing.” Doris said suddenly with a smile. You nodded, listening pleasantly to her latest tale of trying to keep her vegetable garden alive.

After lunch you assumed you would all go separate ways, until Mike blurted out. “Uh, Y/N, I was gonna meet Kev at the record store down the street. Do you want to come?” You frowned a little.

“I thought Kerry was meeting Kevin somewhere today?” Mike swallowed.

“Oh, uh…maybe, maybe earlier for a second, but Kev said he was free this afternoon.”

Your mind was turning. Had Kerry lied to you? You did your best to hide your thoughts as you said goodbye to Doris and walked with Mike to the record store.

You were positive Mike sifted through every record in that store, but you knew how much music meant to him, so you said nothing and waited patiently, flipping through a stack on your own here and there. You noticed after a while he was hanging on to an Eagles record.

“Is that a good one?” You asked. Mike shrugged shyly.

“I’ve had my eye on it for a while.” You smiled and took it from his hands.

“My treat. Come on,” his eyes stretched wide.

“What? Really? But Y/N, you don’t…”

“Tell me if it’s any good.” You insisted as he followed you to the checkout line. “You know, you’ve shown me some great stuff already. I always go to you if I want something new.” You smiled at the way the youngest brother averted his gaze with a bashful chuckle, his cheeks already turning red. Right as you were paying, Kevin walked in the door.

“Hey you two. Mike, what did you find this time?” Mike excitedly showed his record to Kevin who nodded in approval, before he looked at you. “C’mon, you two. Let’s get you home, Y/N.” He seemed to be in a hurry; that made sense due to the brothers having a wrestling show a town over that night.

You wanted to ask Kevin about Kerry, but you knew it wasn’t really Kevin’s place or fault if Kerry was lying to you. Was it possible that he had met someone else, was he using the holiday to woo some new girl, maybe a fan he had met? Suddenly, the idea of Kerry waking you up with a dozen roses sent a longing pang through your heart, but you pushed the thought away. You would simply ask Kerry later.

For now, you focused on the moment you had with Kevin and Mike, laughing in the car together about the last time Ric Flair was in town and the less than welcoming reception he had received, and how Kevin had nearly taken the win and trying not to give into the disappointed feeling creeping up on you.

“See you boys,” you said as Kevin’s truck pulled up in front of your house. “Good luck tonight, Kev. Enjoy that record, Mike!” They both waved and you sighed a little, walking up towards the sure-to-be empty house. The sun was beginning to set ever so slightly, the sky growing more orange and casting shadows over the lawn. Now alone, you allowed yourself to feel crest-fallen.

You pushed your key reluctantly into the lock, resigning yourself to the evening you had described earlier, only to stop once the door swayed open. In the distance, you could hear faint music playing. You listened for a moment, frowning in confusion. It was a cheesy ballad—Cyndi Lauper’s “Time After Time.” The lights were off, and you made your way towards the kitchen, where the music was loudest and a hint of warm light was spilling into the hallway.

“Kerry?” You called, gasping at what you saw. Kerry was standing waiting next to the dining table, fighting a big smile, his chin raised and hands behind his back. He was wearing jeans and an apron designed to look like a tuxedo with nothing underneath. The table was covered in a white table cloth and at the center was a big vase of cascading roses, along with more scattered rose petals and two dinner plates. Candles were everywhere, from the table to the kitchen counters, and even a few tea lights on the ground.

“Kerry! What is all of this?” You demanded, frozen on the spot, laughing at his apron. An overwhelming sense of happiness, love, and surprise filled you as you looked from him to the area surrounding you.

“I cooked dinner.” He explained, as if he were discussing the weather, laughing finally as you laughed.

“But why? Kerry, you should be halfway to Tyler right now for the show!” His grin widened.

“Yeah, I know. But Kev’s covering for me; he’s gonna wrestle the tag match and take my spot in the main event too.”

“What! Why?” You repeated. Kerry laughed again as if you were missing the point and walked closer, wrapping his large arm over the top of your shoulders to pull you closer and kiss the top of your head.

“You sure do ask a lot of questions.” He noted into your hair, making you chuckle. “Because you’re important and I love you.” He grabbed your hand and led you to the table, pulling out your chair for you to sit before sitting across from you.

“Kerry…” you breathed, looking down at the plate. It was a very impressive looking chicken Parmesan on a bed of pasta. “This looks amazing.” He smiled.

“Thank you. Just don’t look at the sink.” You giggled, imagining a mountain of dishes and utensils. “I’ve been practicing with mom the last two weeks. I think it turned out perfect this time—the first time the chicken was too tough. Anyway, I think I’ve nailed it now.” You were blown away by the effort; Kerry could cook simple and remedial dishes, but an entire entree was surprising. “Try it and tell me what you think.”

He seemed to be waiting to take a bite of his own food until you took yours. You stared at his anxious face as you took the first bite.

“Kerry, this is so good. Wow. You’re definitely gonna have to make this again.” He was back to glowing from your praise. “But, I mean, I still don’t understand why.” His smile softened.

“I know you always said you don’t want a big deal made out of Valentine’s Day and not to fuss over you, but…I can’t help it. I love you, Y/N. I want to do these things. You always said you don’t want me to buy anything, or go out anywhere, so I decided the best way to show you how much I love you is to treat you at home.”

“And your mother and Mike? Were they in on it too?” Kerry laughed.

“I asked them to hold you up for as long as they could to give me time to decorate and cook.” Suddenly, everything made sense–Mike taking his time eating, dragging you through every corner of the record store, Doris trying to keep your mind off of Valentine’s Day, even Kevin. Suddenly you wondered how you missed all the signs.

“And you didn’t actually go to meet Kevin.” He looked almost sheepish.

“No…I went to buy the flowers and everything else I needed. But I couldn’t tell you that.” You laughed, shaking your head at how silly your prior worries suddenly seemed.

“I’m a little embarrassed, but…I was afraid you lied about meeting Kevin because you were meeting someone else and spending the day with them.” You admitted. Rather than getting angry or defensive or even offended, Kerry only looked confused.

“What? I’d never do that to you, baby. I just wanted to surprise you. I’ve been trying to plan this out for weeks now, I think since Christmas.” A feeling of utter peace and contentment filled you. How lucky were you?

“Oh, Kerry…this is perfect. This is everything I could have wanted. Thank you.” You smiled, and he reached across the table to grab your hand with his much larger one.

“No, thank you. I just wanted to make sure you were treated right on Valentine’s Day. Because I’m here, and as long as I’m here, you will be.”

“And every other day?” You teased, laughing. Kerry grinned broadly, his thumb rubbing across your knuckles.

“Especially every other day.” He promised. “Boy, cooking really gets you hungry.” He said as he picked up his fork again, making you laugh. “I rented a movie too for after, and maybe we can make some ice cream floats. Oh! I’ve been meaning to tell you, the funniest thing happened the other day. The last time Ric Flair came to town, he had a rough time. There was a kid chewing gum in the front row, and he didn’t like Flair, so he took the gum…”

You listened enthusiastically to Kerry telling the story, despite the fact you had already heard the tale from Kevin. Instead, you settled into your chair and picked up your fork, focusing on the sparkle in Kerry’s eyes, the way the glow of the candles warmed his handsome features as the flames danced, the way his perfectly tousled curls framed his face. Your cozy little kitchen felt warmer than ever and so full of love that it radiated from every nook and cranny. Really, how lucky could you be?

#iron claw imagine #kerry von erich x reader #kerry von erich imagine #iron claw fic #iron claw x reader

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shalomniscient · 8 months ago

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hello sev! there’s so little nox content on tumblr…do you have any nsft/sft headcanons for nox??? by thr way your sevcchino writings are SO GOOD i love self insert stuff its always so fun to read!:7:!27:!:&

hiiii sghshhdhdhd thanks for liking my delusion content !! arle makes me more ill then any character ever has before 😔😔😔 /pos

(someone ask me about sevchino lore. i swear im normal. come into the enclosure i swear i dont bite—)

cw. mentions of sex

anyway as for NOX ur so right anon there is criminally low content for her on this webbed site so i suppose it is time to be the change we want to see in the world 😌😌😌

NOX at maximum compliance and post-interro is just a sweetheart. a dangerous sweetheart to be sure, but still a sweetheart none the less. she very much has puppy energy, in that she’ll always want to please you and follow your orders. if she could, she’d trail you around the bureau while you work—which is both immensely funny and downright terrifing, because that’s the grim reaper why is she acting like a lovesick puppy ?? NOX is your scary dog privileges frfr

anywho, you can mostly find NOX in the gardens or her own cell. if she’s in the gardens then she’s usually crouched near a flowerbed, looking at the blooms but not touching them—they’ll just die, and she doesn’t want that. but you can see the way longing twists her pale features, so you pull hella aside and ask her if she wants a little extra pocket money.

“crochet flowers like i crochet my beanies…? ugh, chief, who do you think i— you’re going to pay me 150 DisCoins per flower? …what colour and when?”

NOX is a little confused when you hand her the bouquet once hella’s completed them. she refuses at first, thinking she’d just damage them, but with some coaxing you manage to get her to take the flowers. she cradles them in her arms, and you see as her expression morphs into surprise as she holds them.

“they smell… nice,” she says slowly, and you’re glad she likes them (making that deal with cassia took several years off your lifespan.) NOX keeps them in a vase in her cell, and you pop by every so often to give them another spritz of perfume, specific to each flower. roses, daisies, tulips—you commission hella to make more until there’s a yarn garden in NOX’s cell.

she loves it. sometimes you’ll find her sitting on her bed and simply looking at the flowers, or gently holding one in her blackened hands. if you decide to come in and sit next to her, she’ll let her head rest on your shoulder, and the both of you just rest in comfortable silence.

NOX doesn’t want for much. her purpose now, as it were, is to follow you. she’d head to the edges of the world, into the deepest, darkest oblivion for you. all she wants is to remain by your side, to feel the warmth of you against her skin.

nsft utc—

due to NOX’s unique physiology she can’t really get aroused in the conventional way. but the shackles are a powerful thing—and sometimes your need is strong enough that it travels down to NOX, and she feels her still heart jump. NOX’s body is generally really cold, but once you get going and by extension her, she starts to warm up.

NOX is definitely the submissive one between you both, but she’ll top if you want. just tell her what to do, how to do it. it’ll take her some time, but she learns eventually. NOX usually cums when you cum, due to the heightened sensitivity of the shackles between you both. but she likes it more when you make her cum with your fingers or your strap.

in general, i’d say NOX is more fond of lovemaking then fucking. she wants to be close to you, always, because you’re the one person she can’t hurt by virtue of existing. you’re so so important to her and she wants you to know with every breathless gasp she lets out of your name or in the way she licks or fingers you with awkward but well-meaning tenderness.

NOX is the first to say i love you, one night after you both wind down from a round of soft sex. to anyone else, it may sound terrifying—powerful words spoken in that echoing, haunting voice of hers, but to you she sounds nothing short of lovely. you run your fingers through her long, pale hair and hold her tightly against you as you return the words to her.

#sev.responses #sev.scribbles #[nsft]#ptn #NOX x reader #ptn nox #NOX #sorry this took a while #my nox knowledge has rusted #need to replay her interro #but i hope this is alright anon !!

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lunarthecorvus · 6 months ago

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Grisha!Kaz Brekker Alternate Universe fanfiction recommendations

part of Lunar's soc fanficiton rec series

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The Etovost Plague by Spikey44

Wordcount: 139k Chapters: 37/37

Characters: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik, Kuwei Yul-Bo

Tags: Grisha Kaz Brekker, Post-Canon, Dead Matthias Helvar, Sorry, Not KoS/RoW canon compliant, Kaz is a Tidemaker. Sort of, some gore, scenes of plague, Don't worry only characters no one cares about die, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm

Author's summary/notes: Twenty-eight months after Kuwei Yul-Bo was shot dead and the plague sirens sounded throughout Ketterdam a new and terrifying sickness sweeps through the Barrel: a plague with a unique connection to Jurda Parem. But this time it’s not the Grisha who need to fear. It’s everyone else. This becomes that, and like no longer calls to like, forcing old crows to wing back to Ketterdam as chaos unlike anything they have seen before erupts through the Barrel, threatening to destroy all of Ketterdam and plunge the world into war. But it's a more personal fear that haunts Inej, Nina, Jesper and Wylan when Dirtyhands goes missing at the start of the plague outbreak. Now the Crows must grapple with the sorrow that Kaz may be dead and the even greater terror that the Etovost scourge has turned the Barrel's resident monster into a living nightmare hell-bent on destroying them all. Post-canon AU where a new Jurda Parem variant transforms normal people into Grisha. Starting with the Barrel Bosses. Uh-oh! My summary/notes: Having Kaz turn into a grisha is such an intruiging concept and I ate it up, at the same time its tragic because of the way being a tidemaker effects him and triggers his trauma. It will get real intense so be prepared. The villain in this fic is so interesting. An unexpected intersting part of this fic was reading the crows be a team without having Kaz as their leader sometimes. I love Inej in this fic so much. BAMF's Inej and Anika. Inej and Kaz have some cute moments. The ending eeee. My quick summary is the barrel goes to shit when a plague enters.

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On Black Feathered Wings by @martinakl13

Wordcount: 139k Chapters: 37/37

[this fic is also a grisha!Inej and grisha!Matthias au]

Characters: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar, Jan Van Eck, Alys Van Eck, Pekka Rollins, Jordie Rietveld, Aditi Hilli, Tante Heleen, Councilman Hoede, Imogen, Per Haskell, Doughty, Dregs Ensemble, Dime Lions Ensemble, Kaz Brekker's Father, Original Characters, Inej Ghafa's Mother, Inej Ghafa's Father, Matthias Helvar's Mother (mentioned), Matthias Helvar's Father (mentioned), Matthias Helvar's Sister (mentioned), Anya, Joost Van Poel, Gert Van Verent, Mikka, Kuwei Yul-Bo, Anika, Pim

Tags: Alternate Universe - Character Swap, Grisha Kaz Brekker, Grisha Inej Ghafa, Grisha Wylan Van Eck, Jordie Rietveld Lives, Aged-Up Character(s), Forced Prostitution, Human Trafficking, Misogyny, Racism Violence, Sexual Content, The Menagerie, Flashbacks, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Enemies to Lovers, Lovers To Enemies, unexpected relationships, Angst, POV Alternating, Jurda Parem, First Meetings, Bad Parent Jan Van Eck, Grisha Matthias Helvar, Abuse, Dyslexia, Rape, Humiliation, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Beating, Heist, Sexual Tension, Kaz constantly giving Inej flowers, Mutual Pining, Soulmates

Author's summary/notes: Inej Ghafa is a talented acrobat, but only her closest family knows that she uses her special power during her performances. Wylan Van Eck was sent to Ravka to be trained as a Grisha, but when he returns years later, his home is no longer his home. Matthias Helvar has powers he never asked for, and his family wants to keep him safe. What is the best way to hide Grisha in Fjerda? Among the drüskelle. Nina Zenik is a soldier of the First Army, gifted with excellent language skills. Jesper Fahey moves with his mother to Ketterdam after the tragic death of his father and the loss of their farm due to debts. Kaz Brekker has powers that no one has seen before. Or? My summary/notes: This fic is part of a series so there is a part 2 that is being regularly updated. Be prepared for this fic to simultaneously destroy and heal you. I live for the use of flower symbolism, its so adorable. I loved learning about the kind of grisha Kaz is, and reading Inej as a grisha is just so cool I need more grisha!Inej. Matthias being a grisha is so interesting, and reading Nina + Jesper as normal is so fascinating. Aditi is queen and this fic has Pim and Anika, I love those two so much.

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The Bastard's Brother by FlatApple

Wordcount: 214k Chapters: 66/66

Characters: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Dregs Ensemble, Jordie Rietveld, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar, Jan Van Eck, Original Background Characters, (they're not important don't worry)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Kaz is a Grisha, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Starvation, Touch-Averse Kaz Brekker, Haphephobia, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Pre-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Organized Crime, Whump, Kaz Brekker is Bad at Feelings, POV Kaz Brekker, (mostly), Paranormal, Graphic Description of Corpses, Kaz Brekker is a feral orphan for large portions of this, Corpsewitch Kaz, Warning for strong language, Gang Violence, Heist, Slow Burn, Kaz Brekker-centric, Canon Rewrite, Ghost Jordie Rietveld, Good Sibling Jordie Rietveld, BAMF Kaz Brekker, Pining, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Sickfic, Hurt Kaz Brekker, Fever Dreams

Author's summary/notes: Kaz Brekker’s Mother was Ketterdam. His Father was profit. But Kaz Brekker’s Brother? That was Death. Or, the one where Kaz has been a Corpsewitch all along. My summary/notes: Reading Jordie as a ghost was so sad, the author managed to write him so well, this fic answers the question of what would Jordie's reactions be to Kaz's ruthless actions. We get to see young struggling feral kaz (it will break your heart) and we get to see Kaz grow. Every dynamic between the crows is explored and its so interesting to read. This fic part of a series and there is more.

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The Bastard Saint of the Barrel by Spikey44

Wordcount: 152k Chapters: 46/46

Characters: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar, Jesper Fahey, Jordie Rietveld, Pekka Rollins, Wylan Van Eck, Jan Van Eck, Kuwei Yul-Bo

Tags: Grisha Kaz Brekker, Jordie Rietveld Lives, Kaz is Corporalnik this makes everything worse, Kaz is a Dime Lion, Pekka Rollins owns Kaz's indenture, Jordie is Dregs, Kaz has a new alias, A Kaz by any other name is still a bastard, Inej remains awesome in all realities, Jordie makes the deal with Jan Van Eck, Matthias is probably gonna live, Elements of Six of Crows reworked with Living Jordie/Grisha Kaz, Canon Disabled Character, Touch-Averse Kaz Brekker, warning for drug use eg: Jurda Parem and its effects, warning for mild depersonalisation and dissociation in ch 8

Author's summary/notes: In a story of star-crossed brothers, where Kaz's grisha powers save Jordie but don't save him from Pekka Rollins, Kaz becomes the Bastard Saint of the Barrel; Rollins personal Healer and the most feared Grisha to haunt Ketterdam's seedier streets. This upsets Jordie quite a bit. In an attempt to pay off Kaz's indenture, and save his brother from the threat of Jurda Parem, Jordie Rietveld, Dregs Lieutenant and confidence man, makes a deal with Jan Van Eck to perform an impossible heist. Naturally, Kaz, busybody extraordinaire, is not about to let his brother screw up in a foreign land alone. He's going to steal his brother's heist and one Bo Yul-Buyur --or his nearest relative, whatever works best --and save his idiot big brother from a Fjerdan prison. And if this means running out on Rollins -well, thirty thousand Kruge should be more than enough money to pay his way out trouble. Right? My summary/notes:

#six of crows #grishaverse #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #crooked kingdom #soc #nina zenik #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kanej #kanej fanfiction #wesper #helnik #matthias helvar #lunars fanfiction recs #lunars fanfic recs #lunars fanfiction rec series ☾₊ ⊹

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silhouette-anon · 4 days ago

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Whats the craziest fact youve ever implied with one of your characters/never stated at all??

[one of my characters? how about all of them Lol] [i'll have simon above the cut and put the rest under the cut]

simon -> he used to hate alice when he was younger for reasons i can't explain yet. he and isaac definitely had feelings for edward and if things hadn't gone horribly wrong for all of them, maybe they'd all be together. oh yeah also when he shot zachariah, he tried to run. even if it meant ditching isaac.

zachariah -> when he was younger, zachariah wanted to be a cowboy. also, he had a boyfriend in highschool who he broke up with for Normal Reasons i swear

zombie -> zombie, like skeleton, can also remove his limbs without dying, but its much harder to re-attach them. you'd have to manually stitch them back together

clown -> clown doesn't exactly have a fear of this, but he's definitely very bothered by the idea of being trapped. especially being trapped in empty rooms

caleb -> caleb has a videogame inventory and he's able to carry a Comically Large Amount of Items. like that one thing where characters pull large hammers out of their pocket He can Do That.

felicia -> felicia interned at C&A while she was in highschool :)

dime -> dime's hat isn't a hat . it's a top. you can unscrew it. dont though that would probably not be very healthy for him

mercury -> mrs. belrose was fucking serious when she brought up the nerve damage LMAO. he's not going to be paralyzed or anything but will definitely have trouble walking both due to what happened and due to the sudden weight from the wings.

abayomi -> abayomi's father is dead, not for "traumatic" reasons per say, more like medical reasons. after the death, though, abayomi was the one who was primarily taking care of everyone, especially caleb. he promised he'd protect his family. well, look where that got him am i right-

beezle -> he can't swim. not even because of the firework head thing although that's apart of it. he straight up doesnt know how to swim. hes Afraid of Swimming

jacob -> jacob is technically genderfluid? he doesn't care what pronouns you refer to him as. usually it switches depending on what name he's given by people

house -> the storm that arrives is usually a sign that house is about to kill someone, or at least try. the symbolism relates to the fact that water usually nourishes flowers. smiles

some other characters that arent as relevant right now/havent been introduced/havent had many interactions

shadow -> he doesn't remember anything from before he got to the cellar, and nor does anyone else. there are only two people who know what he was like beforehand, and only one thats relevant.

gangle -> she was a seamstress pre-circus. her name pre-circus was "Gabrielle Eros Gibbons." she's gained a fear of heights since the ferris wheel incident. she was friends with keith in highschool.

kaufmo -> he was a detective pre-circus. his name pre-circus was "Keith Auguste Morgan." he's really sensitive to bright colors and loud noises. he still doesn't know what happened to his best friend.

sproingle -> she struggles to speak normally. she can only speak very loudly and can only stay monotone. its kind of hard to tell how shes feeling sometimes but her pupils change with her emotions

dell -> dell physically cannot raise xyr voice. i mean, xey can raise it a tiny bit to pronounce/emphasize words but xey can't be loud

car -> car can speak through it's radio. but nobody has turned it on yet

azrael -> his hat is sentient, similar to house in a way. except his hat isnt a fucked up and evil bastard. also he's specifically written in first person

mrs. belrose -> she hates being called "miss." despite everything, she still considers herself married

claudia -> claudia's friends never really liked him. he was overprotective and aggressive, and before they got into house they were planning to cut ties

ursula -> she's my character. surprise to people who still dont know Lol. everytime she gets a letter she's reminded of mercury and she isnt sure if the memories make her happy or make her sad

mari -> she has an older sister. she doesn't know this.

ghost -> its favorite thing to say are swears and it knows EXACTLY what each of them mean. it can only say words that other people have said beforehand

clownette -> clownette is lesbian aroace but she LOVES romance movies. especially the cheesy ones

s-gangle -> she hates being called any name that's even CLOSE to gangle's. sangle, s-gangle, subcongle, etc. the only name she's ever liked was connie, and even that doesn't feel right. she isnt sure why

alice -> she said her favorite character from alice in wonderland was alice but her favorites were actually the cheshire cat and the caterpillar because they reminded her of simon and isaac respectively.

dolores -> in case you dont recognize the name, dolores is abayomi's mom. she knows whats going to happen to her regarding the deal she made with felicia, or at least she knows that she won't be returning home afterward.

#[this is such a long post and theres some lore hidden in it. smiles smiles smiles]#ask blog #whydoesitspeak #mod soup post

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anglophileismysexuality · 6 months ago

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Not me having another thought about why Gerald and Audrey do NOT make the best pair. It's nothing against the guy, he's just not right for her.

And here's why:

Something bothered me about Gerald. I had a gut feeling (Siegfried loyalty aside) that he really shouldn't marry Mrs. Hall.

But did he have any flaws?

Seemingly, no. He was polite, he didn't really push her into things (kinda but that's another story), he liked dogs, and he helped her reconnect with the world.

Okay. Cool.

Did you notice, right before their very first kiss, he'd gone out? And then he comes back because he forgot his coat?

(I personally sigh because it would've been a great opening for Siegfried to comfort her and for their relationship to progress but that's yet another story)

That first kiss is a sweet concept in its own way. But it hinted at a flaw in the foundation of their relationship. One I wouldn't fully see until they broke up.

The thing is, Gerald has a quiet tendency to assume he knows how things are gonna go. I genuinely believe their first kiss was at least 75% due to him not wanting to take some random person's coat and maybe 25% him hoping to see her.

And while it's perfectly normal for people have expectations, there's still something to be said for trust. There's still something for saying, "This isn't going how I want it to go, but I want to put my trust in you—I want to put my love for you—above my expectations."

I still believe he could have waited for her or even gone to find where she was. Instead, he quietly left and came back simply to return a coat.

Now flashforward. He has asked her to come with him, she thought she was ready, and then she says she isn't. And there's this moment where he looks so resigned and honestly angry. Not upset or sad per se (though that is there, too). But angry.

And once again, he makes an assumption about them and puts an end to things. He asks her when she'll be ready, she doesn't have an answer, and he basically calls the whole thing off then and there.

Now, I get it. When you've been given a chance to live with everyone you love, you want to run with the idea and never let go. You start to build hopes and dreams and when something goes awry it's gut-wrenching.

(Exhibit A: Siegfried Farnon)

And this is where trust comes in. Why couldn't Gerald have gone ahead and gotten settled? Why did it suddenly become an either-or, all-or-nothing moment?

Because I honestly believe he didn't trust her. Truth be told, I think he didn't trust the circumstances or his luck in finding such a woman, and so it was easier to step back when the opportunity presented itself.

Now I am aware that she dragged her heels when it came to leaving. I know that she freaked when he brought flowers, that she wasn't sure about inviting him to Christmas, that she didn't immediately tell him about the divorce. There are these hints that she wasn't ready when he was.

But she did tell him about the divorce. She did invite him. And even though he dropped the flowers on their walk, it wasn't because she'd outright rejected him. She just wasn't ready for anything more than friendship. She needed time. She really needed to come to terms with a major decision that has haunted her for years and take things slow.

(Of course, my personal feelings aside, they wouldn't have worked for many reasons. But! That, like so many other things, is another story for another day. )

#this is such an awkward first post #but it's true #audrey hall #all creatures great and small #acgas 2020 #siegfried farnon #gerald

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corruptedroses · 1 year ago

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— Flowering for You

Fandom — Identity V Pairing — OC/Frederick | Composer Summary — It's raining, it's Lakeside, and Eden finds himself stripping down with a survivor Content Warnings — flower coochie (Eden), hunter/survivor dynamic, dom Frederick, Frederick fingers a flower Word Count — 3,071 Author's note — commissioned fic

Lakeside was never the most compelling place to be on a normal day — the air was far too salty, the ground far too muddy and by all gods above and in this forsaken manor, Eden felt like he would get trench foot if he had to walk around in his boots for another minute. Then again, his body had long since died and yet refused to rot, save for the plants that would squirm and pull around his insides, keeping him alive, allowing him to see despite the eyes that had long since been forgotten to time — it wasn’t like anyone else in the manor would be curious enough to ask, anyway.

Looking at the weird device he was strapped with as per most of the games they played, Eden checked the stats of the game — three survivors dead, one was still alive and yet to be injured and five— the distant sound of a cipher popping and the blur of light that seemed to shine across the mossy and muddy ground in the distance corrected Eden faster than he could correct himself. Four ciphers remain. ‘They’re having a bad day.’ Eden allowed to echo in his own head, the squelching of water-soaked leather against mud filling the salty air as he trudged towards the sound.

Compared to some survivors, he hadn’t been here as long as they had, the survivor long gone by the time he was able to find his way to the glowing cipher, the kicked-up earth of someone running away being the only indicator that someone else had been here before him. It was frankly the only benefit that came to Lakeside, being able to see the tracks survivors made, Eden carefully following each footstep towards the one place that held shelter from the rain.

“Yes, I know,” he whispered to no one but himself, feeling the way the plants curled and shrivelled inside of him from the frankly harsh air that irritated the delicate plant skin on top of the leaves that had been burned by a flare, “I’ll be sure to drink plenty of water when we get back.” Mud gave way to wood, Eden pushing some of his hair back and out of his face to scan the room. It was dry, a bit warmer than outside, yet, he couldn’t see anybody there.

If he paid slightly more attention to his surroundings, maybe, perhaps, Eden would have noticed the broom that was just out of place, or the shoes that were by the broom… or the fact that it seemed mud had been swept out of the way. Eden travelled further into the shack, slouching down onto the little bench inside.

The vine that served as his weapon retracted back into his sleeve, letting his head droop as he slid his feet out of the boots, watching as the water poured out onto the floor below as he tilted the boot. A few stray leaves joined the water on the floor, compost that would go to waste in this barren wasteland. Nothing beyond grass and maybe the occasional weed could grow here anyway, well besides the trees that seemed to survive its own feats against nature, the salt was too harsh in the dirt from the lake that seemed to never end.

He didn’t want to think of the horrors he had seen gazing too long into that bottomless pit.

Yet the soft chime of metal on metal filled the space, like a musical instrument being tuned, the quietness, one that caused one to ruminate on the people that once were, that only came with Lakeside Village being interrupted as it rang out. Shoving his boots back on before standing, Eden braced himself as he stared at the only locker that was in the space. There was only one person who could make that noise, only one person who had the means to tune an instrument, and yet all of a sudden it seemed Eden’s throat went numb.

The Composer sat in that tiny little box, probably soaked, probably shivering, probably cold. Eden no longer had the constraints of a mortal body, but he could remember what it was like to be so cold that you would shiver and cower, his boots squeaking as he stood straight. So close, even if Eden had already secured the win for himself, this would be even better; a flawless victory. It was just on the other side of that door. If his heart had continued to beat, he swore that he would be able to hear the rushing of his blood in his ears, the pounding of his heart against his rib cage, yet his heart did not beat and his veins did not hold blood anymore. His heart was a flora and his veins were vines, both of which quivered with excitement as his hands braced against the handles of the door.

It didn’t open the first turn, Eden having to exert more weight into the turn as he finally heard the handles give way with a creak, the hinges so deafeningly loud as he swung them open. The Composer hadn’t even been chased and yet mud decorated his features, his coat, those warm eyes framed with white lashes staring at him like a deer in headlights, unmoving, unblinking. Light grey eyes stared at the deep abyss of the dead, the struggle began as Eden’s larger hands attempted to grab at the man in the red coat.

Survivors were weaker, but they were survivors for a reason.

The Composer struggled away from the dead’s imposing grip, hands gripping, pushing, lips flapping, screaming. The tool in his hand served itself useful in the struggle as a strike was hit across Eden’s face the moment he’d been able to secure a grip on that lovely red coat. His grip remained firm as he stumbled slightly, pulling the other man from the closet as he attempted to shake the ringing from his ears. The plants shrivelled and squirmed under his skin, in his brain, so painful and yet reminding him that he was alive.

Maybe it was thinking he was that of a warm body and flesh that made the grip on his neck so shocking, fingers squeezing against the soft parts of his neck and a palm pressing heavily against his throat. He didn’t need to breathe anymore, the plants did that for him, but yet it was like all the air had been struck away from his lungs, his mild whirling in shock as a noise he wasn’t familiar with left his throat.

If his blood had kept moving, even if dead, he was swearing to himself that his grey cheeks would flush in embarrassment. What a pathetic noise he had made, one unbefitting of a hunter, yet the whimpers kept coming from his throat, feeling what remained of his heart falling to his feet. All the movement ceased, the struggle ending as quickly as it began as Eden felt his legs give out, falling against the table that he had been against earlier, further saturating the wood with the rainwater that still clung to his clothes.

And Frederick, he was just staring, his hand remaining around Eden’s neck, his tuning fork and percussion mallet long since sent falling to the floor, laying just out of reach of the survivor that held them so dear.

Eden couldn’t even imagine what was going through the survivor’s head in that moment, watching, waiting for the next movement. He might as well let Frederick go, wanting to hide himself somewhere, anywhere, away from him.

Yet Frederick seemed to have other ideas. Fingers squeezed down, his palm pressing further against the dead, greying flesh of the hunter in front of him, drawing out yet another whimper that sent cold chills up and down his spine. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, all Eden was able to do was stare at the man in front of him, even as his fingers began to trail themselves through his hair, brushing against vines that curled around his fingers loosely.

“Composer…?” Eden wanted to cringe at his own voice, hearing the way it crackled and stuttered with lack of use; it was like a gargle lodged deep in his throat, and the musician in front of him didn’t seem to pay it any mind.

“Fascinating…” Frederick’s voice was one that may as well be of Gods, the way it sang across Eden’s senses as he was examined like a piece of music that would be played for the muses. “It’s… as if you’re longing to be touched.” Eden did, he wouldn’t mind having this man’s hands all over him, if anything, he craved it, wanted it, desired it, he wanted the man in front of him to weave those long fingers in his hair over and over, touching, feeling, sharing that warmth that made a man human.

Eden allowed his hands to loosen their grip on garnet-coloured fabric, dropping to his sides as his eyelids fluttered shut, this… was odd bliss, to be touched in such a gentle way, to have his plants be admired instead of feared. If he were a survivor, he would want to spend as much time as he could just listening to this voice.

As fingers wandered, that grip on his neck disappearing, Eden couldn’t help but find himself under a spell, watching the way Frederick’s fingers roamed down the flesh. First, it was just his fingertips, then it was his palms. Feeling, touching, spreading a warmth he hadn’t felt in so long, he could melt in this embrace. He couldn’t help it, he wanted to touch him too, watching the way greyed hands cupped the side of Frederick’s face, feeling those white tufts of hair, the starting of a beard that hadn’t been tended to, yet, it was soothing to run a thumb across flesh.

“Do you mind if I remove this?” Frederick’s voice held something of understanding of what he was asking, his fingers just barely poking under Eden’s shirt, though it wavered with something that Eden just couldn’t place, something that was beyond his understanding for his mind, yet, there was something primal in his heart that stirred and Eden could only mutter out a soft ‘yes’. It wasn’t just the shirt that ended up on the floor, his pants, followed too, the Composer stripping him bare, body and soul, until there was nothing left but what remained of his skin.

Yet the Composer didn’t flinch nor squirm, instead his eyes roamed, Eden feeling the way he was examined at his most vulnerable. Those hands never stopped feeling, those eyes never stopped staring, yet Eden needed to steal the breath that Frederick breathed. He didn’t know what came over him as he forced the Composer in for a kiss, but yet it only seemed to feel so right, like kissing cool water on a summer’s night.

Those lips of his were just made to be kissed, melting so easily into Eden’s despite the hesitant movements he had — kissing was so foreign to Eden, but yet Frederick made it easy, his hands, his touch, his smell taking over all his senses. Frederick’s mouth was there to steal the gasp that came from Eden’s mouth as his fingers brushed over the petals of the flower between his legs. As much as Eden’s hands had wandered curiously to those petals many of times, there was just something so different about having someone else’s hands there, touching, feeling, stroking at the petals, feeling at the stigma…

It was like a whole new world had been opened to him in that moment, though it may just be the way the flower bloomed between his legs too, at the touch. He had watched it bloom in the past, though Frederick’s fingers wandered deeper inside of him, brushing against each of the insides. It was like he was on fire, a scorching need that echoed his entire being from his toes to his throat.

As Frederick pulled back, a string of saliva connecting the two, it glittered in low light as Frederick’s face twisted in awe.

“Fascinating,” Frederick once more muttered, brows furrowed to stare at the lily that he kept teasing, eyes flickering to and from Eden and the flower as Eden’s body squirmed and moved “You can feel this?” It wasn’t fair, the way that Frederick was able to keep such a calm face, the way he was able to be so composed and covered, Eden’s hands — as shaky and uncoordinated as his mind — tucked themselves under the garnet-coloured cloth and pushed it down Frederick’s arms, the shirt underneath revealing as the fabric crumbled to the ground.

“You’re too overdressed…” Eden was able to mutter, his throat feeling as if the vines and plants that made up his being had clogged at his throat. “I want to see you, too.” And yet the words fell off his lips, more a demand than a plea but yet Frederick understood it all the same, the man allowing his fingers to leave the lily, though hesitantly, as he unbuttoned the shirt that he wore.

“I suppose you’re right, dear.”

Dear. Dear. How wickedly cruel that Frederick had such a spell over him with only one word, with one phrase, but yet it echoed through his head as he watched Frederick’s skin slowly inch itself from the confines of his shirt, skin that could only belong to an aristocrat revealing itself to the hunter. Oddly untouched, oddly unblemished, thoughts of marking that perfect skin came to the forefront of his mind, but yet Eden pushed them down, down into the pit of his stomach, letting vines extend from his body to touch and feel the exposed flesh.

It was warm, it was so warm, flushed with red and so smooth under his touch, he could still feel the definition of muscle that came with the title of a survivor. “Pretty…” Eden hadn’t even realised it had been tumbling from his mouth until he said it, knowing that his cheeks would flush if blood still flowed — the Composer just chuckled, his shirt falling to the muddy floor.

“Enjoy it as much as you like,” Frederick said, his body moving forward to allow his lips to brush hot air over the junction of Eden’s neck, “it’s yours for tonight.”

Eden’s mind went numb as those fingers worked at him once again like the strings of an instrument, playing him like one too as those fingers plucked at his cords, the lily excreting a liquid that Eden himself could not place. Eden could only groan as he gripped onto the man in front of him, closing his eyes as he once more allowed himself to sink into that feeling, and eventually, feel Frederick sink into him. It was like feeling something beyond his expectations, beyond his sinful thoughts that had crept into his mind at night — this was a reality, of feeling the warmth within him, of feeling the hot pants of breath against his neck as Frederick pushed himself inside.

Eden’s body swallowed Frederick against his frame, holding him there. If he could open his eyes, be able to see the world around him, he would have seen the roses bloom across his hair; deep, rich and dark red, those roses stayed there as Frederick’s hips began to circle, grinding into that flower that Eden needed to be split open. Feelings that had hid deep inside of Eden burst forth as he forced the survivor to fuck into him again, and again, and again.

“Please.” Eden’s pleas came like a church hymn, unashamed and needy of the man that gave him this pleasure. He needed it, he needed him so deep inside him, and yet he didn’t have to say anything for it to happen — it just did, and it was so perfect. Creating sweet music, a pleasure that rolled down Eden’s back like tidal waves, all he could do was hold on and let it happen.

Feeling that hand on his neck again, Eden’s back kissed at the wood of the table underneath him as he was forced back, Frederick’s silver hair draping around his face, a complete painting in that moment.

If God did exist in this god-forsaken manor, then this would be the picture that he saw behind closed eyelids up on murals.

The pleasure was too much, it was driving him wild, with trembling legs and shaky voice, Eden couldn’t help but continue his hymn of Frederick’s name until it was the only thing that he could say, until his lips tingled with the effort to say his name. Frederick’s fingers never stopped working at the flower’s stamens, touching them like a gentle gardener but yet showing no mercy with the ferocity of his hips.

He couldn’t help it, Eden’s lips finding Frederick’s again as he made the other swallow his moans, swallow the sinful cries that spewed forth as his legs shook and trembled in the peak of heaven that came with that gush between his legs. The man between them grunted against his lips as he too found his peek, the man pulling out before allowing the sinful seed to coat the hunter’s trembling flower.

"Tu me paraît ravissante, ma muse…” The man muttered as he brushed his lips against the shell of Eden’s ear. Eden did not know the sweet words that fell from the Composer’s lips, but he could still feel the warmth all the same, the same warmth that emitted through his hands as he stroked up and down Eden’s already worn body. “You have made such a mess.”

Eden’s gaze rolled down Frederick’s body, noting the shimmer of wet skin that descended down his torso, watching as the other man put himself back together. He wanted to touch that skin, spread that wetness around, but yet all he could do was lay there limply, simply just a doll as he was redressed into his own clothing.

“Frederick…” His legs were like jello as he tried to stand, his clothes now far too constricting, but yet, Frederick only smiled back at him before he let the hunter have such a sweet kiss.

“We should do this again.”

Eden’s ears rang with the Composer’s humming as he walked away, leaving the hunter to sit there in a daze. Yes, he would hold him to that, Eden would be sure of it.

#smut #idv smut #identity v #identity v smut #commissions #frederick kreiburg #idv composer #idv frederick #oc/canon #oc/canon smut

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sunset-bridge · 1 year ago

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Can I ask what those monster designs are for? I like them a lot :0

THANK YOU for enabling me guys,,, SNIFFS ur so real all of you real cuervoheads

ANYWAYS. ok honestly i need to iron details A LOT of them but basically, it stemmed from this drawing i did for day one of ake shoe week, i got a beauty and the beast idea so i drew that on the fly. BUT LATER i kept rotating it in my head the concept and like. yea

ME TALKING WAY TOO MUCH UNDER CUT SORRY

so. basic idea is that goro was a normal guy but his dad is a little bastard and cursed him with the mask, transforming him into a beast, presumably so he wouldnt interfere with anything since hes like a . king or an important general or smth so it would be a scandal etc etc. then he sent him to a funny forest and goro is cursed to never be able to take the mask off and also never get out of the forest as long as hes wearing it. anyone else can enter and get out just fine its just goro whos kinda trapped there like a cute lion circling a cage so he goes a bit. bit delulu and also hes of course so mad at everyone

AND sergio ok. i havent quite decided but for now i think hes like. the son of the queen of some sort of flower kingdom but the queen didnt really. want him (T_T). but ok whatever hes here now because people kinda found out she was gonna have a kid so it would be abit sus if . he disappeared. anyways hes like half demon or something yes. so hes obvs not his dad's son (the king) but the queen pretends he is and also everyone believes this BUT sergio knows the truth obvs like. hey why am i half demon huh.,,. ANYWAYS his demon transformation is triggered by strong honest emotions of any kind , so he developed a cute Psychological Mask (pp...pers..on...a) where hes so unauthentic and pretends to be a cute little bumbling but charming idiot macho man etc etc just a bro guy yes thats sergio thats him yup totally cute prince flower guy and absolutely NOthing else.

OK so . i have no idea why but i guess sergio has to go into the forest for some reasonnn and he meets the Beast who is only known to people as The Crow and like. hes like. huh theres something funny about this animal!!! so ofc he comes back to try to catch another glimpse and , he feels, hey, this is no Animal theres something under there. this is a guy i think. this is just his gut but yknow

so now hes determined to know the truth about this beast , honestly just because it sounds interesting and fun to find out and hes so chronically bored this might be like. cool. ofc goro at first is very hostile and rude and Violent but sergio is like. cmooon man cmooon ahahahah. and well later he finds himself Actually Having Fun sometimes when hanging out with sergio NO this is not happening not even true <-- goro thoughts. like he already gave up being a Person because everyone just sees him as a stupid violent animal monster so like. he leaned into it and drove everyone away AND HE LIKES IT THIS WAY nope he doesnt want to be truly loved and needed no way not even happening what the HELL!!

anyways enter a bunch of Stuff here sure i can. try to elaborate more later but ..important bits now

OK SO goros mask curse thing. supposedly it can only be taken off by another person, who loves the wearer honestly and truly yadda yadda fairy tale things whatever. but like. goro has kinda given up on that cuz like. who tf is gonna like him like this. so might as well sink in etc. also he doesnt like himself that much either so that doesnt help

ALSO IMPORTANT he doesnt want anyone to love him out of pity either!!!! GRRA he. he doesnt want this for real. so if anyone tried to like. love him but just out of pity like ooo poor monster guy i will love you and take ur cute mask off. NOPE not that NOPE!!!

BUT he doesnt even tell sergio the conditions anyways . they just proceed to hang out and whatever. onnneee day i guess they have a littttle scuffle and sergio kinda transforms a bit because Feelings and goro is like. WTF.,,.. hey hello ??? and sergio is lik UHM.,,. proceeds to wall up and pretend that didnt happen but this makes goro so mad like. hey wtf u want me to open up but u keep shit like this to yourself? hypocrite loser etc etc

so later they end up fighting like. goro is like. shut the fuck up im tired of you and your stupid idiot faake friendliness just leave me be like damn and sergio is like NO dumbass i do like hanging out with you WILL you listen a bit. anyways sergio transforms again a bit against his will but he cant help it. they fiiiight and then they stop because they are going to Die but sergio finally explains that he was afraid of what people may think of him if they knew he was half demon freakazoid thing and . and. he did think of telling goro maybe but his ego and pride and Fear got the best of him NO WAY no he cant be weak and vulnerable nope. but ..,,, maybe..,

so ofc goro is like. fucking idiot dumbass as if i also wasnt a monster too. eye-to-eye moment of rare vulnerability for both... something about being on the same level and opening up and feeling free with someone etc

anyways they hang out more after this like cute rivals now and they play scuffle sometimes wahoo !! sergio can relax around goro and transform and he feels so Free when hes with him etc.

insert more bits here. ok so goro. hes also afraid of sergio not thinking he was Cool and Awesome and stuff if he did manage to take the mask off.,,, what was he without the mask? he was just a Guy with anger issues and nothing in his heart…! at least like this he could be THE cool beast rival friend yknow. this is all he had going for him ! who is he going to be if he takes it off....

well finally he one day FINALLY tells sergio about the mask and the curse and the conditions and sergio is like. pffft. ok. and asks him to let him take a try . but goro is like. huh. wtf no its not gonna work. but he convinces him, and wow it works ! goro didnt even consider that "love" didnt necesarilly had to refer to romantic love. stupid. but also i dont think he really thought sergio considered him such a close friend/rival/weirdo etc .. THIS IS SO AWESOME thinks goro but only on his head of course.,,, cuz he knows sergio doesnt ever pity him he honestly respects him and sees him as his cool rival this is so cool..,,, waugh

so ! the cute guy behind the crow mask is revealed ! huzzah! sergio is like. what the hell you said you were ugly !!! liar!!! eheheh. gets punched in the ribs immeadiatly

:3 WOW!!! i love the relationship between joker and goro can u tell...! me when the. me when i cant tell you how to see me etc etc me when someone has the same type of brainwave as you etc

i will probably draw a few more things for this au WAHOO

#sorry i got . silly extended #ask #bottle anon #starbot tag #my aus #anon #HI I HOPE #someone enjoys these thoughts wahoo !!! >_o

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bean-pole-art · 2 years ago

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5 years ago I wrote a fic abt @spoks-illogical-art's OC Nekro going on a trip to Hot Topic. now, 5 years later I wrote a sequel

Nekor Idzie Do Claire's A Później Do Hot Topic

under the cut is 2k of cartoonish madness. hope u like it and go check out Spok's OCs UwU 💙

The air smelt of flower perfumes, cheap plastic hair clips and glitter. Nekro knew he found the right place.

Before him were the gates to the one and only shop that could answer his fruitless (or well, fruitless so far) calls. The store that seemed to pride itself with having a huge selection of hair accessories in every shade of pink possible, as well as jewelry, phone cases and all of the plushies made out of questionable materials. Especially however, Nekro nodded at the sight of “we do all kinds of piercings!” signs. Oh, how beautiful Claire’s truly was.

The mall seemed to operate on normal hours, however Nekro didn’t see anyone of note around him. Most of the places seemed abandoned and the stores didn’t even open. The only other store of note, not to mention actually opened was the Hot Topic right before Claire’s. Which was another step in Nekro’s adventure in this mall.

Weirdly, Nekro felt a dash of nostalgia, coming by the Hot Topic. What was it caused by, he had no idea.

He shook his head and concentrated on the purple sign before him. The business was there to be done and there was no way around it. With a quick and confident step, he had approached Claire’s in all of its glory.

Even if there was no time to waste, Nekro decided he needed to waste some time. Rummaging through the aisles, he was in wonder of all the glittery goodness before him. The butterfly clips of his had long been worn out, so it was maybe a good time to replace them… Oh, and the cheapest necklaces in the world would look wonderfully on his neck! So much to choose, so little to actually come by. Ah dammit, didn’t his blue eyes sparkle at the prospect of getting a new plastic choker too.

Maybe it was just Nekro’s way of delaying the inevitable. Not that Nekro was scared per se, but it did accustom some kind of dread in his heart. Just this morning he was looking at the possible outcomes at his dusty old computer. Nekro’s expression changed. The things he had seen happen to these people were not to be un-unseen.

Well. Good thing that Nekro wasn’t even a person.

So with all the braveness he could muster, he strolled in a Jojo-like stride right to the cash registers. Not like his almost boyfriend Joel (called by Nekro in every possible occasion as Jojo) but well, uh. You get the idea.

But there was no one to be seen. As if along with the lack of customers, this Claire’s also lacked any kind of staff. Nekro looked around, up and down but there truly was no one to be found. Annoyed and disappointed, Nekro was ready to retreat back to wherever the hell he was living at, some kind of cage or anything, to write a flaming hot review at the franchise’s site–

“HI, welcome to Claire’s! What can I do for ya?”

A perky voice cut through the atmosphere filled with late 90’s boy bands' music. Nekro let out a muffled scream. Cause before him, seemingly out of nowhere materialized a person. A guy with salt and pepper hair, piercing green eyes and a smile akin to the Cheshire cat. Wearing the signature Claire’s t-shirt in fact.

Nekro’s eyes shifted at the sight, “How? What?? HOW did you get here?”

The man, his now materialized as well name plate said “Oscar”, tapped his finger right at the chin, “I’ve been there all along, Nekro. You just need to also visit Vision Express to check your eyesight. It’s on the second floor.”

Oh, his eyesight was good alright. Especially noticing that Oscar’s nails were painted with the shittiest pink glitter nail polish, also sold by Claire’s. Nekro shuddered with disgust. He did only one coat.

“No. I’m pretty sure you weren’t there,” Nekro said with certainty.

“Hi, welcome to Claire’s!” he chirped back, almost as if it was a recording rather than a maybe living, maybe breathing maybe person. “I’m Oscar, how can I brighten up your day?”

Nekro blinked several times, “I am here to pierce my ears.”

“Excellent choice! Ears or nose?”

“Ears.”

“Are you sure not nose?” Oscar asked again.

“No.”

“Hmm. I have just what you need, loyal customer!”

He then winked with both eyes back at him, once more descending back to the depths of his trailer, called the cash register. Before Nekro could ask any additional questions, Oscar had emerged again. With something quite peculiar in his hands.

“What the hell?” Nekro felt his sweat drip at his neck. “Are you going to shoot me?? Ehm, is there any security at all???”

“Ohohoh, fret not, ocean blue!” Oscar waved his hand in a way akin to how author’s friend Piotr communicated to her irl that people they were currently talking about were gay. However then Oscar’s face got more serious as the shadows surrounded his face. “Not this time.”

Nekro gulped. Very very loudly, “My eyes aren’t even ocean blue, they’re like I dunno, space blue or Prussian blue.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Anyways, that’s not a real gun, dumb-dumb, it’s a piercing gun,” he explained shortly, waving the gun around.

“Cool.”

“Yeah. Tight. Sooo, do you wanna get started?” Oscar pointed the suspicious gun right at him.

“I mean, I guess?” Nekro answered. There was no way out of this situation and definitely not out of this strange man’s vision.

With a snap of Oscar’s fingers, Nekro had sat down. Literally, he just snapped his fingers and suddenly, Nekro was placed in some kind of chair with the spotlight placed on him. Then the chair changed to a one with wheels, maybe so he would be able to escape it. Either way, his fate was sealed and all Nekro could do was to await his judgment.

Once more Oscar had approached him, shrouded by shadows casted on his face. How the hell did he keep doing it, he couldn’t explain. But Nekro awaited the call, awaiting the final moments of his piercingless life to end.

Approaching him, Oscar changed the hand which held the gun and squished Nekro’s cheeks, “Are you ready?”

“Suuure, let’s go.”

There was little to no enthusiasm in Nekro’s voice. In his mind, he just pleaded to get those rose earrings he had been wishing for, for the longest time. Oh, they definitely eased the pain some more.

“Oookay, so on 10?” he asked and seeing Nekro nod, he had started. “One… Two… Three… Sixty nine… Uhh, seven…”

One click and it was all done. One click of the most painful thing Nekro had felt in his entire life.

“AAAHHH, JASNY CHUJ!” Nekro yelled, unsure what language he had called it in. “You said you’d go on 10.”

Oscar shrugged, “I got bored. I’ll be at the cash register, if you won’t come there in like 2 minutes, I’ll be legally allowed to kill you.” Then he happily walked off, swooping his hair and stepping right on Nekro’s foot.

To which Nekro nodded, all covered in tears and snot from the worst 2 seconds of his life. Even if he was sure Oscar would be able to kill even without the legality of the situation but well. It appeared that Claire’s did in fact have different rules than anywhere else in the world.

Still, there were no words to describe Nekro’s pain. So I won’t do it.

With all the terrible experiences aside, Nekro strode to the desk, where Oscar seemed to magically teleport again.

“That’d be $420.”

Pulling his pockets, Nekro only noticed a little bug flying off of this. “No! My moth collection!” he cried, as the moth flew further and further away from them. Maybe he wouldn’t have his friend but at least, he was sure there was still money on him. He pulled the wallet and swiftly paid with his Club Card. And yet, there was still something wrong. Giving Oscar a confused look, Nekro asked, “Uh, what about my rose earrings?”

“Oh, these?” Oscar pulled the earrings from the ether. The most beautiful ones Nekro had ever seen. “Yeah, they’re not available to you. We can only give you these.”

Excited to see the product, Nekro’s expression immediately dropped. As Oscar pulled two very ugly and basic earrings that were made from some cheap zircons. Handing him over the dreaded jewelry, Oscar’s hands became more detailed and realistic and the earrings were accompanied by the duck quack sound.

“Ah,” commented Nekro.

“Yeah,” said Oscar. “Anyways, thanks for buying at Claire’s! Be sure to come back! Maybe for real earrings this time! Have a clairtastic day!”

And with his hand suddenly expanding as long as it possibly could, Nekro was out of the store. With his new earrings right at their place too.

Maybe it wasn’t the most fruitful visit at Claire’s Nekro had ever lived through but it was certainly one of his visits. At least the job was done and his ears were pierced. Even though they burnt like hell and Nekro was still wiping off the tears, the job was done. It was time for another part of his espionage.

His dearest, most valuable store, Hot Topic. Of course, Nekro needed to make an entrance, hence he did it in the best way possible. By breaking through the wall with the biggest thud sound.

“Oh yeah!” said Nekro in a voice akin to Kool Aid Man.

Ready to discover the unknown lands of the store, Nekro’s face turned into a grin. The black everywhere, the cheap merch that definitely didn’t pay the bands they were sponsoring, some Disney stuff that wasn’t alternative at all, as well as My Chemical Romance playing in the background. It was the land of opportunity. It was where Nekro truly could find peace of mind.

However before Nekro could discover all the beauty of the commercialized emo merchandise right before his eyes, he was caught in the act. At the cash register this time sat casshier called Cassius. Looking over from his newest volume of Bootlicking Weekly, he immediately knew what to do. Sounding the alarm, he had called the store manager.

“Mr. Whittaker! Mr. Whittaker, we got him!” announced Cass via the whittacom, pointing furiously at Nekro.

Not that Nekro even noticed, he was too busy picking up an emo alternative Hello Kitty t-shirt. Suddenly though, before his eyes was Cassius himself. With the most pissed off expression there possibly was, already shaking him by the arms.

“What are you doing?? Unhand me, asshole!” Nekro called, in a voice shaking through Cass’ motions.

“I should ask you myself! What are you doing here?!” he yelled in return. “Don’t you remember? Haven’t you seen the sign?!”

To which Cass pointed to a wanted poster among all the Divergent movie posters, possibly to match. Which was a face not like Nekro’s but familiar enough. The sign on it said “we’re saying NO to him!”.

Nekro’s eyes shifted, “That’s not me. That’s the guy from Claire’s.”

“Aha! So you’ve admitted that you go to Claire’s!”

“Yeah, I mean but… Wait, no, that’s not me, are you daft?!”

“And now you’re mocking me?” gasped Cass, loudly and with the most offense anyone could have ever hear in their lives. “Be grateful that Mr. Whittaker isn’t here to see it! But he will shortly. You’re going with me!”

“What? What???? Noooooooo!”

There were lots of screams and scratching. At some point Nekro had probably bitten Cass, which only resulted in him getting a cartoonish smash on the head. Still, there was no one else to care. Mr. Whittaker, the manager of Hot Topic, didn’t come for the ruckus. Who the hell even knew where he was at this point.

Only thing that was certain was that Oscar watched all of this, from his cozy spot at Claire’s cash register. He took a sip from his mug that said “everything according to keikaku” and let out an anime-esque laugh.

#fanfiction #fanfic #spoksillogicalart #beyond nowhere #nekro #norville eksuperancjusz rose abrams #oscar kirk #cassius coney #gabriel bishop whittaker #he doesnt rly appear in fic but I wanna tag him yes #enjoy this fic #also look at my new icon hehe #ed's fics

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 1 year ago

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The tale of the Bear and the Princess

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Luke x OC (Julie)

Tag: Mention of abusive situation Hurt Comfort First meeting Fluff

Word Count 3.260

Author’s Note: Here it comes a multichaptered fic, centered around Luke and Julie, prologue to all the Luke fic I have written for those who are curious to know more about their relationship, seeing how it all started, have a nice reading. 🥰

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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

This contain my personal headcanons, it is alright if you do not agree with me just do not come at me for them please. Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

Chapter 1

The first time he met her was by chance, the beginning of a tale that would have enveloped them both destined to make history.

It was a normal day at the village, afternoon was slowly melting into early evening when suddenly something heavy fell on the grass with a thud, it could have been an object for the harshness in which it was thrown on the ground but the feeble whimpering coming from it told otherwise, only when the door slammed shut the figure cloaked in a cape that has seen better days, stood unsteadily on his feet, it was not anger nor disappoint the one painted in the boy eyes but mere resignation, used to being treated that way, much to no one surprise and everyone indifference he was thrown out of his house, per usual, after a pretty heavy fight between him and her mother’s husband, due to the harshness he had scolding his little sister, right now curled with the woman who must have been his mother, but it was sheer clear from the way they treated him that he was not welcomed, no more than an outsider in their family, good only to cause ruckus.

He slumped his head on his chest stomping away from the ground he was thrown into, carelessly wandering around the forest as he ever did, little by little he reached the border of his village overlapping with another hidden to the view surrounded by the thick forest full of vicious beast he mindlessly walked through, it is not like he was afraid in truth he was indifferent to them, he was used to being hurt from all the strong slaps and more he received from his father so many time, and yet the mere idea the ones he took could spare his sister the pain make him sigh in relief, almost happy for protecting her so well.

His wandering had brought him in the rosy village just behind the hills, nestled in a valley surrounded by a thick forest, all sort of fables and superstition circulated on it, despite the bond that linked their villages together, some said it was inhabited by witches and wizards, some that they practised both light and dark magic he never paid much attention to the rumours, even though he must admit the strange noises coming from the messy bushes as the sun set below the horizon and the darkness take hold of it did not do much to reassure him, even more cause the light had long faded covered by the thick foliage of the trees above his head.

Felicity was its name, pretty reassuring, too bad he felt anything but, the curious gazes of the beast ogling at him gave him goosebumps, not desiring to be in the place of whoever decided to wander in the forest after sunset, like him, mindlessly he scrolled through it, carelessly looking for a patch of grass soft enough to be his bed for the night, his eyes scrolling through the vegetation admiring the busy bees buzzing from one flower to one another, when suddenly a splash of green appeared in his peripheral vision, unconsciously he walked toward it to get a better glimpse of that, there huddled under a tree there was a figure at a first glance someone may have mistake it for a bush but he noticed raven curls billowing in the wind he was to lend his hand to help her to her feet when suddenly he was taken aback as she raise her head, a pair of chartreuse green eyes were staring straight in his leaf green ones, enough to settle disarray in him.

A memory rushed in his mind, he clearly remembered to have already meet her, once during a party at her house he wandered to, she was sitting in an armchair swinging her legs in the air almost kicking it out of boredom to the long talks of the adults, a sense of belonging overcame him as he settled his eyes on her, a strange prickle in his heart he found no explanation as he gently closed the distance with little step, sheepish and a little embarrassed the smile he offered her almost shyly, her smile so tender and pure he swore to protect with all himself, replacing the soft frown curling her lips as she turned to face him, her eyes a delicate shade of chartreuse meeting his bright green ones, staring at her in a daze as she tilted her head to a side suddenly interested by his presence, pushed by a desire to make her happy, without thinking twice, he gave her the bear he used to carry with him everywhere, he would have surely missed him but he could have found another because he far preferred for his companion to stay with her instead, confiding she would have treated him nicely but judging by the excitement when she took it hugging him close to her chest, he knew his plush was in the right hands, her voice sweet like honey as she spoke a single word but worth more than thousand for him

“Thank you.” and then she smiled at him and it was like the sun has dawned for him alone, it was the first time someone ever did, it was bright and warm and he felt all the words he had melt like snow in summer, feeling his heart prickling with a pleasant sensation and a sort of carefree happiness he has never felt, he did not ask her name and neither did she, they were only children at the time and yet he had the sensation his desire to meet her again would have been for once satisfied.

Months flew by and they continued to meet from time to time, speaking no more than few words just basking in each other company, he begin to link her with what he believed to be happiness her smile brightening his day no matter how cloudy it was, sometimes they met at each other houses unaware of the way their families got close but still he could not say he was anything but thrilled to see her again whenever he had the occasion, and the warm smiles she gifted him with told him she loved his company as much as he loved hers.

Almost as if they were waiting for this moment since the beginning, the clogs of the universe start to spin faster, following a path maybe written already above the stars, creating a bond nothing could have sewered forged by the asters for kindred spirits and soulmates, destined to be together.

Now they were both grown up, almost, he acquired a sister and a family of sort, well he did not felt like he was part of but still, and her… she acquired beauty he was sure of it even though they were both still children he could see something charming in her soft features, something he had no doubt would have pushed every boy he knew to do her biddings, but for now she had to settle with him as he rescued her, she was still shaking from the coldness of the wind, he was to approach her when something caught his ear, giving him the chance to notice a rageful dog growling ready to attack, he did not know what to do expect that he could not allow it, not wasting any time thinking it through he threw a rock at it once he caught his attention he started running through the forest, tiredness begin to crept into him he climbed up a tree watching with a triumphant smirk on his lips as the dog barked at him from the ground, until finally giving up and walking away, he did not know how much time passed but when he returned to the ground a light rain had just begun to fall covering everything in sigh with tiny droplets of water still shining under the few light rays of the sunset, he sighed heavily resignated to spend yet another night napping huddled under a tree with its huge jacket as only provisional shelter.

He was to walk away when something stopped him in his tracks, two tiny arms wrapped around his torso while that same honey like voice echoed in his ear, his heart racing wildly in his chest thanking all the universe for making him meet her once more giving him the possibility to save her from that dog, his body moved on its own accord as he wrapped his arm around her form while his hands went to stretch his hood to cover both their heads under it

“Thank you for saving me.” her wide pure eyes looking up at him like he was his saviour, gratitude shining through them curling his lips in a soft smile

“Nevermind it was nothing.”

“Not for me, that dog was really mad.”

“Why so ?”

“I dunno, he followed me all through my walk.”

“Weird.” she sighed softly huddling closer to him, her warmth seeping through his skin as they both stood still hearing the soft pit pat of the rain on the leaf surrounding the, her eyes gazing at it like in a daze looking closer she really did look even cuter than what he remembered, her dark curly locks falling on her shoulder in harmonious contrast with her fair complexion, underlined by the emerald dress she wore, simple yet elegant like her, his heart racing faster at the happiness of having met her again words he believed to be too shy to pronounce blurted out of his tongue

“We … we already met, do you remember ?” he was afraid to hear her answer and yet he was curious at the same time, relief spreading in him as she nodded enthusiastically “Yes at my house.”

happiness enveloping him whole as he has always felt when he was with her, feeling bold enough to ask a question that intrigued him far longer than he could say

“I don't know your name yet.”

“Julie.” she huddled closer to him under its hood, her gaze glimmering with curiosity as she looked up at him

“And you ?”

“Luke Randolph.”

“Luke.” she taste his name on her tongue, it tasted like honey wrapped in her sweet voice like a warm cup of milk in winter, it almost tasted like home, he thought a forlorn shadow feel over his usually bright eyes dripping over his lips

“Oh Luke you must be freezing.” her ever kind voice moved something in his heart, making his eyes get misty as she brushed her fingers on his cheeks drying some tears he hoped she would have mistook for raindrops, he gulped collecting his composure before speaking

“Nevermind.”

“Please don’t play though you may catch a cold in this wind.” she stared at him with concern as she pulled away from him, now that the rain had stopped she had no need for him anymore, that though break his heart more than he could say, even more because he already missed her warmth, her name echoing in his mind forged with the bud of affection, -Julie what a pretty name it was, it really suited her but he was sure that even the most weird names would have sounded just as good on her, he was still in a daze, making sense of his luck, when then she took his hand, he did not know yet but his whole world was going to change for the better.

“I have to return home and you are coming with me.” her voice strangely authoritarian and assertive despite the impression her short stature and tender features gave out otherwise, taken aback by the sudden change he felt his mind numb with questions, but if she did not seemed to mind to bring him home neither should him and so he followed obediently, admiring how she seemed to orientate in that strange tangle of plant, unaware of the fact they had walked some traits more than one time because she did not know the right path herself either.

The evening seems to go by in a blur, the comfort and warmth he meet in that house left him so dumbfounded he could not help but mull over it until late at night, laying in a soft warm bed next to hers, he may have thought all that was a dream, if not for the soft weight of the blankets surrounding him, or her sweet voice eliciting him to pay attention to her

“What were you thinking ?” he shook his head to clear his mind, turning his attention to her fully awake in her bed, reading something that from the cover looked like an illustrated book,

“Nothing.” he had no words to express himself, used as he was to be ignored or chided for everything, noticing his empty gaze she put her book down leaning over to him

“You look pale. Are you alright ?” her eyes glimmering with concern as she brushed a soft warm caress on his cheeks making his eyes grew misty at that simple gentle touch he was not used to

“You must have caught a cold, don't move.” she wandered around the room and some noise after she was at his side again, sat on his bed, his old bear had now appeared on the pillow moving him more than one could say feeling his heart burst with all the affection he always yearned but never received in all his life, gently he wrapped his fingers around the bear paw smiling tenderly at the recollection of that fond memory, made even more sweeter by her soft voice

“Take him.”

“Are you sure I can ?”

“Of course he will help you sleep better.” once she assured he had took the bear in his arms she slide under her duvets looking carefully at him, smiling at his heartfelt words

“Thank you.”

“Nevermind.” she settled better under the blankets, their soft voice resonating in the cozy room.

“Sweet dreams Julie.”

“Sweet dreams Luke.”

It was the first time someone ever told him that, usually he would sneak in a made up bed on the floor with the blankets and the pillow he could find in the wardrobe, the little voice of his sister the only one bidding him goodnight and sometimes not even that, having found shelter in their parents bed, leaving him alone and cold on that hard floor rummaging through what has he done to them for being treated so, despised ignored and pushed away much to his dismay feeling his heart used to being treated like some sort of spare son no one wanted to deal with, not part of that same family he should have been, at least in theory, belong to.

Her sweet face and steady breath comforted him that he was not alone, seeing the smile of his bear eliciting him to let himself wander in the land of dreams, maybe if he was lucky enough he would have discovered all that was not a dream.

The sun shining through the curtains of the window at his back he was almost afraid to open his eyes and hear the rageful yelling of his father as he urged him to wake up and be useful for once, not feeling lucky enough to see his adorable sister first thing in the morning, let alone hope for his reverie to be real, tentatively he opened an eye then another scanning his surrounding, the room of his dreams was still there, she was still there stifling a yawn engulfed under the blankets, he caressed the bear blissfully hidden under the duvets.

He was still making up his mind about the day before while he admired her eyes fluttering open, slowly focusing on him and it felt as the sun, now high in the sky, had just dawned for him alone when as she smiled at him nuzzling her head in the pillow

“Good morning sleepy head.” a light fairy light chuckle resonated in his ear, a song he would have not turned down to wake up to every day from that moment on

“Have you slept well ?” her question took him by surprise, he nodded but seeing the curious glimmer in her eyes and not desiring to elicit her concern he fretted over to reassure her with a proper answer

“Your bear really helped me ya know.” her carefree smile warmed his heart along her soft giggles

“I am happy to hear that.” her tiny arms stretched in front of her, he admired the light filtering through the curtains drawings figures on her blankets as she stifled another yawn in her hand, followed by him, it was a bit before noon when they finally got up to take breakfast, a whole banquet of honey treats and fruits cakes of all kinds were displayed for them both, mouth watering indeed but it was really alright for him to feast on them ? What if they would have been mad at him for taking advantage of their kindness ?

Doubts lingering in his minds gnawing at his heart, he was about to reply he was not hungry when his stomach growled, he slumped his head on his chest shame washing over him, raising shyly his gaze on her only at her sweet voice

“There is no need to be shy, eat to your heart's content.” her smile brightening her features, managing to calm down the rush of panic surging in him, he reached to take an honey muffin from the plate at the same time she did, his fingers brushing lightly over hers heat crept up on his cheeks as he fretted over to whip away his hand, admiring a rosy blush rise to her soft cheeks as her fingers withdraw along his, shyness overcoming them both, he managed to control as he took a muffin placing it on front of her before she did the same for him, meeting her gaze as they smiled at one another, before munching away their breakfast, sating their hunger with all the delicious food ogling at them from the table.

Pleasant hours flew by in an instant and before they knew it the afternoon was already peeking at its door, guilt gnawing at his heart when he told her he had to come back, to cook for his sister that is, the soft frown on her lips break his heart more than her words

“I understand.” he brushed his fingers on her cheeks to cheer up her dull smile

“Thank you for everything.”

“It was nothing.”

“Not for me.” her bright green eyes widened as she stared at him disbelief,

“I am happy with you.” her heartfelt confession warming his heart more than the smoldering sun ever could

“I feel the same.” he took her hand mimicking the gesture he saw in one of the book he learnt to read from, brushing his lips on hers

“I will come back to you, wait for me.” a smile so bright as to put the sun itself to shame light up her features

“Do you promise ?”

“I do.”

“Alright then see you later,” her eyes crinkled with happiness as she kissed his cheeks, giggling at his cheeks turning red.

“See you this evening.”

“I can't wait.”

A soft promise he followed, much to their happiness, as he come back for her alone, looking forward spending time with her as much as she did, desiring to make her happy as she made him, learning everything only to see her smile, their hearts growing closer to one another entangled each day more with affection, destined to become something more than companions, in everything accomplices down for any adventure their minds could think of.

#ikemen prince #original characters #ikemen prince luke #ikepri luke #my writing #ikemen prince julie original character #ikepri

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sasha-uria · 1 year ago

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Hey there! this is an project me and @misturearaposa (Mix) been working on and now is done ✨

Mix is the master mind behind this cozy and peculiar tale and i did the illustration of our main character.

Hope you enjoy 💖

Marsella’s office was a mess, as usual. Students’ essays and documents covered just about every surface of furniture. There was a wooden desk in front of the only window, illuminated half by the moonlight, half by an oil lamp that sat on top of it. One of the documents on top of this desk was an envelope with some writing in a dark green ink on it. It read “To the current Master at Ecological and Zoological Studies Regarding the Arcanum; Marsella Kampersois.” It clearly had been opened and most of the pages it previously contained were already being read by the professor. She brushed aside how tired she felt and tied her strawberry blonde hair behind her head so it would stop obscuring her reading. Marsella put the first page, which she had just finished glancing through, on the desk in front of her and continued on.

“Our guides are Onlen and Briannee, a local couple who live in a village just outside the Asheyran woods. Brianne is one of yours: Amantenese born and raised, but she moved here after her parents died and, eventually married Onlen. So I’m not that interested in her.”

A warm smile pushed through the exhaustion in Marsella’s face as she read that line. It was clear that her friend was still as blunt and socially “unique” as they were when she first met them.

“Mister Onlen himself, on the other hand, is fascinating! We always hear stories about how mysterious the Folkbound are but let me tell you Marsella: the stories do not do them justice! On our way to their village, we passed through a few Niamenese settlements, but none of them had Folkbound in them. So up until we met Onlen, the team and I had only seen the average person going about their day, not different in the slightest from you and me. I am sure you are curious, so I’ll just get it out of the way first: Yes, he does have them!”

Sketched just below this paragraph was what seemed to be a pair of human ears with pointy ends which slowly curled into something that resembled a short flower’s stalk.

“His canine teeth are also remarkably long and sharp, and his hair has a faint, but pleasant smell that I can’t quite describe. Brianne tells me he never takes baths, only cleans himself in the rain or under a nearby waterfall. He knows an awful lot about medicinal herbs and just plants’ properties in general. His behavior is certainly ‘normal’ most of the time, but sometimes he acts like a completely different person, with periodic mood changes to boot. Nothing too extreme, though.”

Marsella grasped the paper a bit more firmly and her eyes suddenly seemed completely devoid of the sleepiness they were presenting up until then. She saw briefly what the next paragraph started to describe and soon sat a bit more upright on her chair, excitement and curiosity taking over.

“As for his partner: we didn’t see it for more than two full days at first. He assured us it was around, but we never even got a hint of its presence. It wouldn’t be until we were finally preparing for our first deep foray into the woods that it showed itself. And what a sight it was! She was no more than 12 centimeters tall; her skin was a deep foliage green with some protuberances that resembled little thorns all over the legs, arms and back. She did not have wings per say, but instead a pair of cloak-like extensions from the back of her shoulders that resembled long and red silky petals. It was like looking at a walking rose. Her head, at least from the back and sides, also reminded me of a rose bud. I was never able to see her face, however, as she wore a tiny mask made of tree bark which was devoid of any distinct features or adornments. The first time we saw her was when the team was packing our provisions and Onlen came from the edge of the woods to check on us. She was sitting on his left shoulder, legs dangling in a cute, childish manner as he walked towards us. We were stunned, but Onlen never made any introductions or try to explain anything. He acted as if we had been seeing her the whole time. In fact, it was as if he thought we knew her our whole lives. As we made our way into the woods, he finally told us her name: Flian. Nothing more than that, however. None of us asked anything either. Mostly because it felt intrusive, but also because as much as no one on the team had personally seen one before, it isn’t like commons pixies are completely new and unknown in our field. As the time passed and we headed deeper into the woods, she would switch from riding on his shoulder to floating up from tree to rock and tree again, accompanying our pace from above. It’s quite a sight to behold. She really didn’t fly around exactly, it looked more like her little “petal cloak” was carried by a gentle breeze, allowing her to glide and float around. She also never made any sound. I don’t mean just vocalizations. Her movements, her breathing, nothing seemed to make any noise, even a small one.”

Marsella put the finished page on top of the desk and scribbled some notes on a journal that laid right beside the two pages she had finished. Before she could continue reading, however, she noticed that on a corner of the note she had just finished was a sketch of the pixie. She assumed she couldn’t see it before because it was being covered by her thumb and fingers as she held the paper. She took a good look at it and then continued on.

“Something that I noticed after a few hours is how, no matter what she was doing – whether it was floating around, walking on top of tree branches or splashing around in little puddles (still not making any sound while doing it.) She would ALWAYS land right back on Onlen’s shoulder whenever he and Brianne got closer, started whispering to each other, holding hands and so on. She’d always stay on the side of his body opposite to Brianne, though, and start grooming his hair, tapping his cheek and at one point I even saw her tickle his right ear after Brianne, to his left, almost tripped and supported herself on her husband. It didn’t seem to bother Onlen, however, as his reactions ranged from ignoring it to simply looking at her and making weird faces that I couldn’t interpret. At most he once turned to face the pixie and motioned a fake bite towards her, which made her jump off him for a second before landing right back again.”

Putting the papers aside for a moment, Marsella felt her exhaustion creeping in again. She pulled a bottle from one of the corners of the deks towards her and uncorked it. She looked around, searching for a cup amidst the mess of her office, and decided she could not be bothered to get up from her chair for a more thorough search. Bottoms up and she felt a warmth spread from her stomach to her chest and limbs, put the bottle on the desk again and though of sealing it with the cork again, before deciding to leave it open. She picked the papers again and continued to read.

“During our first night, our couple of guides told us a little bit about their lives, how they met, fell in love and all of that sappy stuff. I’ll spare you of that torture, something I wish someone could have done for me. Onlen did, however, sprinkle some interesting information here and there. His bonding with Flian happened when he was fourteen. A little late for the average Folkbound, as you know. Apparently he was a bit of a recluse as a kid and because of that it took him a little longer than most to actually find a Fae partner who’d actually bond with him. He said a year before he met Flian, he almost got bound to a lovely little toadstooler who used to cross his path now and again. But he tells me it bonded with a younger girl who lived close to him one day because she apparently gave it treats and sang to it. When he was telling this story - with a tinge of melancholic nostalgia in his face - I noticed Flian starting to look a bit agitated, fidgeting around on his shoulder. Brianne seemed to notice it too and her reaction fascinated me. She quickly flicked her husband’s forehead and made him change the subject or rather move on with his story. Her tone was playful, but I could see a hint of worry or apprehension in her face. Onlen told us that, eventually, he met a common pixie drowning in a pond and after rescuing her, she would visit him everyday until eventually, they were bound. The details aren’t uninteresting, but it was the known stuff for common pixies. They exchanged vows, she told him her name and she pricked his thumb on one of her thorns and it was done.”

Marsella made some more notes on her journal before taking another gulp from the bottle and continuing to read.

“The following morning we left the forest and the team made a quick trip to the nearest village to buy a few things. Briannee went with them and I stayed behind with Onlen. He did not speak for the whole day. In fact, I barely saw him save a couple of times. First when I was cooking a bit of soup a little after noon and he came out from his house, looked at me and my cooking pot as if he could not even begin to understand what I was doing, before going back inside. The second time was right before Briannee and my team were coming back. It was starting to get dark and I had barely noticed them coming into view on the road when I noticed Onlen sitting cross-legged on top of a boulder close to the entrance to the woods. Flian was in front of him, doing something. It was a bit far and the light was getting dim, so I couldn’t ascertain it, but it LOOKED like she was dancing. I had slept a bit after eating so I did not see when he left his house, no idea how long he was sitting there for. I got up from my napping spot and went to ask him what he was doing, but I was met with silence from him and a furious gaze from Flian. She still had her mask on, obviously, but I could tell because she stopped dancing abruptly and turned towards me with a fierce and almost violent movement. I felt as if I could see a pair of cold eyes staring at me even through the tiny bark mask. I subconsciously turned around and left, but as I walked away, I stole a quick glance back at them and noticed how Onlen had his eyes closed and a stiffness in his posture. After I made my way towards Briannee and the rest of my team, she must have noticed some confusion or curiosity betrayed on my face, because she immediately looked in the direction Onlen was and then back at me again. She started to explain it and as soon as I realized what she was telling me, I immediately grabbed her arm and dragged her as I ran back to the boulder again.”

Realization also dawned on Marsella as she read that last sentence and she quickly pulled her journal closer, preparing herself to make more notes as she read on, excitement inundating her mind.

“It was a scouting charm, apparently. I could not believe it. Sure, I had expected to see a genuine Folkbound spell at some point during the expedition, but to finally see it after studying and reading so much bout it, I could barely contain my excitement. Briannee explained that he was probably preparing it to scout the woods in search of a better path, since the previous day we didn’t see any signs or tracks. She also told us how it worked, or at least she tried her best to pass on what he had told her: As we know, common pixies can connect their senses remotely to many different species of flora in a certain radius. What we don’t usually hear about is how they can supposedly share this connection with their bond partners. This is what was happening, apparently. At that moment, Onlen’s mind - or more accurately, his senses - were jumping from flower to flower forest inwards, searching for a better direction for us to travel in the next day. When my team finally caught up to us, they also observed Onlen with me, making their annotations quietly after Briannee reprimanded us for the distraction when we were talking amongst ourselves and sharing insights. She went inside and we only followed after we finally felt like we had enough of observing that man sitting motionless on a rock and his little Fae companion dancing.”

“The following night we stopped and made camp after a whole day of walking through the woods. Onlen had been quiet, even more so than usual. We had, in fact, made our way towards a completely different direction from the previous day as he assured us that Flian helped him see that this trail would be more successful in finding what we were after. Speaking of Flian, she had a very different demeanor this time around. Instead of playing and floating around like the previous day, she had been tucked away inside Onlen’s clothes for almost the whole day. With all that in mind, when we finally had our little camp set up come night, I asked Onlen if there was anything we should worry about. He asked all of us in the research team how much we knew about the Fae. Honestly, I had expected this talk to have come much sooner, seeing how hard we had to search in order to find a Folkbound who would agree in guiding us for this expedition. Even when we found Onlen, a little over two months ago, we had to go through a lot to convince him. I told him we were no experts in Fae, specifically, but also assured him we were pretty competent researchers. After a few minutes of discussion, he still seemed apprehensive, but decided to give us a more in-depth lesson. Onlen explained how the Fae are usually regarded as two different categories or tribes. There are the ones with whom the Folkbound usually bond with, the ones they call The Seelie. On the other hand, there are those with whom no Niamenese should ever partner with. The Unseelie.”

For a second, Marsella fought back an urge to roll her eyes. Her friend knew she was aware of these classifications, so if the next paragraph was going to be a lengthy explanation about the grouping of “good” and “evil” Fae folk, she would have to remind herself to smack her good colleague the next time they saw each other. However, as her eyes glanced at the first few words of the next sentence, her frustration was quickly replaced with curiosity and she prepared herself to make more notes in her journal.

“Apparently the fools who published the studies on these classifications either did not pay a lot of attention or they simply were not smart enough to understand. As Onlen explained it, the Seelie and Unseelie tribes - or courts, as the Niamenese usually refer to them - do not, in the slightest, depict the moral standings of their members. It is not as simple as ‘good faeries’ vs ‘evil faeries.’ According to him, a faerie of the Seelie court can very well be evil and cruel, SPECIALLY when partnered with a morally contentious human, as they are as much susceptible to their partner’s influence as their partner is to theirs. What sets an Unseelie faerie apart from a Seelie one, then, is the kind of bond they form with their partner. You see, Marsella, as we learned very recently, a faerie can bond itself to any species of living creature, it doesn’t need to be a human. In fact, it is more common for other animals and even plants to be bonded to Fae folk than for humans. However, no matter what kind of creature is bound to them, there is ALWAYS a component of trust and consent or respect and care, in the case of plant life. A Seelie faerie will never forcefully bond with an unwilling creature or do so with ill intent. That’s where Unseelie Fae come in. As Onlen put it, the Unseelie will almost always bond with an unwilling partner, be it to exploit them, consume them, corrupt them, you name it. They disregard a rule or instinct that all faeries should acknowledge and respect. He explained to us that there ARE some faeries who don’t force themselves upon their partners and, when bound, don’t exactly act to harm them, but are still considered part of the Unseelie court because of another crucial taboo that they violate: The ‘rule of attachment’ or ‘rule of the veil’, as Onlen described it.”

Marsella placed the finished page on the desk and quickly began reading the next. She no longer felt like she needed another drink to stay awake. Her attention to the letter was unwavering now.

“When you, as a Niamenese, willingly make a pact with one of these types of Fae, you are immediately ostracized. Depending on the specific species, you may be exiled, imprisoned for life, or even hunted down and executed. No other Folkbound will ever accept you as one of their own. And this ‘rule of attachment’ or ‘rule of the veil’ is the reason. He explained that in a ‘normal’ bond, whenever one of the partners dies, the other has to accept, mourn and never bond itself to another. That usually addresses the faeries, since they live much longer than their human or animal partners. But if in any circumstance, a Folkbound were to lose their faerie partner, they have to adhere to this as well. What the Unseelie Fae usually do, however, is disregard this rule. It varies from species to species and how powerful they each are, but it can range from a Fae keeping the corpse of their partner as a cadaver host from keeping them alive in wrong and wicked ways, with some of the most powerful ones even bringing them back to life entirely. Some of them may not have the power for any of that, but they still violate the taboo by bonding with new partners after their previous one died. It started to occur to me, as I’m sure it is occurring to you now, where the problem in this expedition lied, in the eyes of the Niamenese.”

As her friend correctly deduced, the realization indeed hit Marsella and she let herself melt onto her chair. She felt the shock of new information reshaping her views and shedding new light on their whole topic of research: This wasn’t just foolish and dangerous in the eyes of their local guides. It was a matter of searching for a creature who defiled their beliefs and way of life. She straightened herself and pushed through her conflicted thoughts before continuing to read.

“As we talked more through the night, Onlen finally addressed the reason why he agreed to guide us in looking for our research subject. He wasn’t doing it to educate other people about their culture and the ways of the Fae. He said Flian was actually the one who told him he should accept it just for the small chance that ‘the outlanders might help find a way to understand and correct that dark and sad side of her people.’ As he told us that, I noticed how Flian was standing on the ground between him and I, the light from the campfire illuminating her in a way from an angle that made me unable to see the front of her head. I must admit that hearing that this tiny, almost otherworldly creature was the one who pleaded with Onlen and reached out for us was a bit unnerving to me. And judging from the fact that the whole team had difficulty sleeping that night, I’d say it was unnerving to them too.”

Below this paragraph, Marsella saw a drawing of the pixie as her friend had described above: A sketch of the faerie’s head looking up directly at them but with the whole “face” - or bark mask, in this case - shadowed by a source of light behind her. She felt a sudden chill permeate her and quickly moved on.

“The next morning was uneventful, the whole team clearly was still a little shaken up by Onlen’s words from the previous night. We kept walking in the direction he had scouted with his Folkbound charm two nights earlier. Briannee made us a quick lunch at noon - or what we supposed was noon, it was very hard to tell so deep into those woods - and we kept going without stopping for as long as we had light. As the day went on and the little glimpses of sky we could through the canopy would get rarer, we started noticing a cold mist settling all around us. Or to be honest, we noticed it after we were completely surrounded by it. It wasn’t thick enough to completely obscure our visions and it mostly stayed low, at most reaching 10 to 15 centimeters high. But it certainly felt like a sea of cold smoke extending to every direction. Everywhere we looked, there were two certainties: giant, old and shriveled trees and thick and white mist on the ground stretching for as long as our eyes could see. We kept marching on for another hour or so and by the end of that time, only torches and lamps lit our way. At one point, one of the team members stepped on something and as he reached down to see what it was, we were all a little unsettled. A human skull, looking like it had belonged to a young child, was resting on his open palm. Onlen shouted something in Niamenese and quickly ran from his side to stand closer to us in the research team. We felt a tension in the air, but I believe it only really dawned on us that something was amiss when we saw Flian float out from her little refuge in Onlen’s clothes and start moving erratically through the air around him. She would float in one direction, point at something that we couldn’t see, float in another direction and point that way. When I asked Briannee what was wrong, she only said that ‘we had found them’.”

Marsella’s eyes opened wide as she put the finished page down and immediately saw what started the next one. Before the first paragraph in this new page, a new sketch greeted her. A human skeleton partially covered by moss and dead leaves, stared her down through the page. On its head - skull - a long and dark crimson cap hung to the side. Covering the left eye socket. From the skeleton’s torso, a squiggly arrow sketched pointed to the writing “host?”, while from the skull, another arrow jotted out with the tip pointing to the word “subject?”.

“From the ground, previously concealed by the thick mist, three fully grown human skeletons rose. We had indeed found them. After months of research, travel and local convincing, we had finally stumbled upon our subjects. I was so excited that I momentarily ignored the danger of the situation, even as I heard my team screaming in surprise. Briannee yelled for me to stop and only then did I realize I was walking towards the creatures. Onlen was a few meters in front of us, between the subjects and I. I saw him run towards them with Flian floating away in the same direction, but as one of the skeletons made an erratic swipe of its arms to presumably try and grab him, Onlen stepped aside and ran past it. He kept running away from our group and all three of them turned around and started chasing him and his faerie companion. Their movements, for the brief moment I was able to see before they were all gone in the darkness of the forest, was unnerving. It felt wrong, as if all the bones were being dragged around by some invisible puppeteer. We all stood there with bated breath as Briannee told us to watch our surroundings and make sure no other skeleton arose around us. My heart was racing and my thoughts were running wild as I took out my sketchbook and subconsciously started drawing right there on the spot, standing up and having only the faint light of my lamp to help me see the result. Before I even finished, we heard Onlen returning from the shadows and Briannee ran to check on him. That took me out of my trance and I immediately asked him where the subjects were. He said he got rid of them and before I could even protest it, he tossed something my way. Only after I caught it, despite my surprise, did I notice it was a burlap sac with its ‘mouth’ tied in a knot. After feeling it around a bit, I noticed a faint movement coming from within. Onlen told me my ‘target’ was inside and that I was not allowed to open it until after I left Niamenese lands. I thought of protesting that, as well, my curiosity clouding my judgment, but one look at his face, illuminated in a somber way by the faint lamp lights, made me reconsider it. After carefully analyzing his expression I also noticed Flian standing completely straight on top of his right shoulder. Her petal cloak was wrapped around her, covering her arms and most of her torso, instead of hanging behind her like usual, it gave her a resolute and unpleasant atmosphere.”

Marsella once again felt a sudden chill and fought the urge to check if her window was open. It wasn’t, it never was and she knew it. She put down the newly finished page on the desk and went back to reading.

“The whole way back to the entrance of the woods was filled with a strange tension. No, it would be more accurate to say there were three tensions in the air, competing to see which one would make the group crack first. One was the tension that team and I constantly felt since Onlen handed me that sac. The pressure we fought hard to keep in check, the NEED to open it and immediately start our long awaited research. To think our object of study was there in our possession, but we were not allowed to study it was almost killing all of us. The second tension was the total silence tha Onlen immersed himself in since he told me not to open the sac. His steps, his breathing, his occasional whispers to his wife. None seemed to make a sound, but at the same time, it was a silence that felt heavy in our eardrums. It was almost as if he exuded an aura of stillness around him that pushed outward from him and collided with us in its way. Flian, of course, also seemed closed and distant. Even from Onlen himself. Despite riding on his shoulder the entire way back, she did not play around with her Folkbound at any time. Briannee did all of the talking with us during the trip back out of the forest, but even she sounded quiet and drained. Then, there was the third tension… This one, I suspect, was only felt by me. It was a strange mix of almost palpable feelings coming from within the sac. I could feel the subject’s fear, curiosity, and loneliness. At one point, I could swear I heard something like a faint voice coming from it and I had to fight really hard to keep myself from opening the burlap sac. When we finally exited the woods and arrived at their home, two full days after our encounter in the mist, Briannee quickly helped us pack while Onlen disappeared in the direction of a little stream which ran down from the nearby waterfall where he usually bathes, as his wife told us days earlier. She made it clear that he would not be coming back to see us off and that she would, in fact, like us to depart as soon as possible so that she could go and join him. I should also point out that as we exited the forest, I noticed that Flian was no longer riding on Onlen’s shoulder. No one in my team seemed to notice when she left or where she went, so we just left it at that. Despite our exhaustion, we respected Briannee’s wishes and departed as soon as our travel preparations were finished. We traveled for almost four more days before finally officially being out of Niamenese lands and one full morning on top of that to reach the first Amantenese settlement. By this point, the team and I had already grown used to the urge of opening the sac, so we refrained from doing so immediately upon arriving in Amanten. We decided we were all too tired and we’d wait until after we rested at an inn before digging into our research.

That night, however, I felt that third tension from the track back from the woods pulsing in my ears again. As I lied in the bed of my room in the roadside inn we came across, I looked at the sac resting on top of the little bedside desk. I got up, opened it and let its contents slide onto said desk. An adult human skull covered in dirt and riddled with little cracks in the bone stared at me, devoid of any life. On its side, spread onto the desk like a soft fabric, the long and crimsong little hood or cap that adorned it before. As I started to reach for it, I saw movement. Subtle, slow, weak. What I thought to be a dark red fabric revealed itself to be a sort of amorphous, living substance and from the borders of what would be the opening of the cap, parts of the ‘cap’ started to stretch out towards the skull like little tentacles. It latched itself to the bone and moved until it was ‘upward’ and close to my face. Suddenly, a pair of black beads showed themselves. Little dark eyes looking at me with intense curiosity and longing. There it was, finally! The creature I had waited so long to meet. Seeing it up close and harkening back to Onlen’s explanation of the Unseelie Fae, I immediately understood its common name. This was never a deceased human who came back to hunt the living in violent revenge.

No… this was a fragile, desperate creature who clung to its deceased host/bound partner even after their demise. Manipulating its animated corpse and feeding on its clotting blood as it deteriorated and nothing but bones remained. Bones and a little, bloody Red Cap.”

Marsella put the last page down on the desk and noticed she had been staring at her journal for quite some time, pen in hand, but nothing came to mind. She opened one of the desk’s drawers and pulled a sheet of paper more proper for a letter and started to write a reply. In her excitement, she failed to notice she did not read the final sentence in her colleague’s message.

“It was speaking to me, Marsella. It was scared and starving and I felt for it. I hope you understand.

Your friend and colleague, W. Asarui.”

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