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sleightofsight · 4 years ago

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angst :-)

warning: possibly major character death, blood/injury mention, general whump warnings. light gore warning.

word count: 1.6k

characters:

berith ryan kensley. (oc, belongs to me (alt account for berith &co is @divergent-demons) )

marvin collins-delvaux.

erin attwell. (belongs to @lilsprout-exe.)

alphie hallbjörn-seeker.(aka they of many names.) (belongs to @sibling-ursidae)

jackson collins-delvaux. (belongs to @miishae)

nebula (haha redacted last name go brrr). (belongs to @oasisofgalaxies.)

mentions of egos.

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Our star adversary of the night clicks his tongue impatiently as he tosses a knife into the air with a casual flick of his wrist, his softened wool coat lying open and spread against the seat of his chair. The coat framed a white button up shirt, short-sleeve with a formerly worn black suit jacket below it. Admittedly, he’d only taken it off after sneaking into an apartment complex full of people who could take him one with one hand tied behind their back.

Taking two of their occupants with him was hard enough without detection, but well-placed portals helped Berith out well enough.

Not to mention the chosen time of half past three am, of his caper.

The stress was enough to make him sweat, even with the planning he’d taken, and it did. No one likes wet clothing.

Two teenagers glare at him from the center of the surprisingly well furnished hideout, wrapped down into softened velvet armchairs with twin clear sprays of water. The substance had wrapped around their wrists and tied them down to the armrests, traveling upwards to fasten to teens to one another with their forearms back to back.

There was no reasonable answer for the bruises and inch-long cuts they’d both suffered, with about three each.

Information has a price.

No bonds for their heads or mouths yet, as neither of them had really mouthed off all that much.

Save for the one with strawberry-pink hair cursing at him using...candies? Whatever being called a ‘rotten peppermint patty’ and ‘plastic-mold gummy bear’ meant, Berith didn’t quite care for it.

Along with the other one, the one with messy brown hair knotted into a braid...they were merely glaring at him, but every so often, they seemed to....-vibrate?- in their seat.

Certainly a trick of the eyes.

Right?

“When will your father arrive?”

His first words to the pair were ones of calculated weight, measured out for the moments of silence before, and yet thrown out with all the grace of plastic-wrapped rubbish.

The brighter boy manages an extremely non-threatening scowl before turning away, but the other one- Alphie, his research had garnered, they/them and rather...ordinary- spoke up, almost certainly vibrating in their seat this time around.

“Why’d you take us? Where’s da? Where’s dad?”

With an over-pronounced sigh falling from the man’s lips, Berith stands up from his own ornately decorated armchair, catching the hilt of the emerald-inlaid blade with one final flick of his fingers. There’s barely a space of ten feet between the chairs, but each step he takes makes it feel as though it was an eternity, widening the distance as the silver of his weapon glints from a diamond-decorated chandelier light.

“I couldn’t give a single damn caring about your father’s husband. I want your father, the one who goes by the name of Marvin Delvaux, here. We have a matter to settle, and he seems to ...spurn my beckoning. Seeing as you two are the closest ones to him, exempting the space girl, and the husband, you were the best ones for the job.”

He could see Alphie visibly tense, and another few steps were taken forwards as the strawberry-blond boy speaks. Erin Attwell, taken in by this family, as Alphie had.

“They wouldn’t come here, they’re not pissbabies like you. Marvin and Jackie are better than you could h-”

Pissbaby?

Berith blinks in semi-shock at the teen’s statement before rolling his eyes, flicking his wrist and binding a bolt of water across his mouth, cutting him off mid sentence.

“You don’t know the magician like I have. The fool would do anything for his loved ones.”

With his back towards the wall, and body facing the teens, his blade was inches away from Alphie’s neck, ready to draw blood if need be to get this damned man out of hiding, after all these years-

So he’s able to see the way their lips blossom into full smiles within moments, shoulders straightening as their eyes both fix on a point behind him-

Ah.

Probably should’ve done something to take care of the parents, rather than leave them be-

“Berith!”

Shit.

Seafoam green cracks a vertical line in the wall before widening into the familiar circular portal of the magician wielding it, slicing open as fire swims off of the man emerging from it.

Formerly blue eyes roll with dark blue flames, a color rarely seen at Marvin’s hand, before he levitates over to the demon, gripping his white dress collar and lifting him about an inch off the ground.

Only raising the two-inch shorter man to Marvin’s level.

Behind the two, from the portal, a baseball-cap wearing entity with wild purple hair leaps down, accompanied by a supersuit clad hero in red and black.

Nebula and Jackie, both hellbent on making one man pay.

Neb grips the hilt of a baseball bat, eyes dancing darkly as a single nod from the hero at her side leads her to the tied down teens, followed soon after by Jackie himself.

Those bonds would take some time to work through.

While they led on, Marvin’s fingers tighten around Berith’s collar, burning the fabric under his mere touch, as he yanks the man up higher, pure rage and adrenaline dancing through his red-hot blood.

“Marvin, old friend.”

Even in this scenario, Berith gives the magician a winning smile, toes barely brushing the ground, as his knife was only gripped tighter between the fingers of his right hand.

“Don’t you dare call me that ever again. Not after what you did.”

Marvin’s fingers tighten, burning Berith’s upper torso and shoulders, along with either side of his neck- but it didn’t garner an emotion other than a mere flutter of pain from the man.

Emotions run high and fast between the two of them, as Marvin lowers Berith to the ground, only to grab at his wrists and form a fiery linking chain- but he wasn’t fast enough.

Sometimes, the numbing power of adrenaline, in certain parts of the body, was a disadvantage.

What he didn’t notice was the knife slipping into his rib cage.

What he did notice, however, was the sudden stabbing pain searing it’s way through his chest, causing a scream to tear from the magician’s lungs; multiplied by two.

Multiplied by twists.

The second wound leaves the silvery blade slick with blood, the winning smile formerly displayed on the demon’s face extending more into a sick grin. Dislodging the weapon, scarlet shines against the delicate carver, the amount of blood dripping from the wound becoming wildly disproportionate for a blade injury of that size.

“Gotcha.”

Blood magic.

A subset of water magic.

One Berith’s training had let him learn, and handle well.

And one that caused the magician to drop to the ground, sucking in a rattled breath as his hands rise to the feline shaped mask crowning his features, ripping it off in a search for air.

His hands fall to the ground, trying to raise themselves to the wounds to heal.

The leather dress shoes before him click against the ground for a moment before a wave of whitewater rises up;

and Berith Kensley is gone.

“Jackie-”

Vermilion shades flash before Marvin’s eyes as he nearly slips in his own blood, feeling the coppery liquid soak into his clothing as it formed a decent-sized puddle below him.

Neb and Jackie had managed to loosen the bonds just enough for them to slip out, but upon Berith’s disappearance, they slid away, splashing against the ground.

Just in time for Jackie to glance up, and see his husband lying in a pool of his own blood, breathing raggedly.

“MARVIN!”

He doesn’t wait for the others. He doesn’t wait for anything, or anyone. Not right now. Jackie’s footsteps thump across the wooden flooring, falling to his knees- damning the bruises, sure to form.

The trio can hear his shattered cry, and they glance up, almost confused- before their eyes widen.

By the time Jackie’s reached his body, Marvin’s magic is flickering across his chest, trying to stitch the first wound up. Flickers of spring green essence manage to staunch the flow somewhat, but deep carmine bursts fight back, bringing forth the damage once more.

Seems as though someone left some of his magic in Marvin, as a residual.

As insurance.

“Hey, love.”

Marvin manages a grin, glancing up at the man, despite the white fabric turned cerise-red all over the front of his chest, and the strong scent of copper throughout the area.

“Don’t you ‘hey, love.’ me. You keep your eyes open right now, Delvaux.”

Tears roll down the hero’s cheeks as he grips the scarlet smeared fabric within his fists, holding the man’s mask in the other as he’s pulled Marvin into his lap.

Blood dribbles out of the wounds steadily as Marvin’s magic intensifies in color and speed, flying back and forth, and yet it’s barely doing anything, capping off the blood flow.

Marvin’s breath rattles within his chest as he manages to speak again, the blood loss getting to him. Spots dance before his vision as he struggles to stay awake, the magician seeing blob-like spots of his family’s faces.

“Guess I should’ve...figured out a way to talk this out over coffee, then.”

His chest rises and falls unsteadily before falling stock still for a beat, lips pausing between breaths to release a breath of air, eyes slipping shut.

#HAAH ME WRITING A PROPER ENDING? NO <3 #marvin the magician #marvin the magnificent #jackieboyman #jbm #jackie collins #nebula #erin attwell #alphie #lily writes #berith kensley #ego shipping #septic writing #fanfic #marvin is breathing although very weakly

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fiorenovella · 4 years ago

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@miishae :) legit something i wrote in twenty minutes aah

it's been weeks since jackie's been home.

two weeks, one day, seventeen hours, six minutes, and 24 seconds, to be exact.

and he was counting.

their shared apartment was hauntingly silent, with marvin having stopped by alphie and sol's room to check in on the both of them- and comfort the young teen as well, as jackie's absence hadn't been affecting marvin alone.

he knew that it was having the same effect on them- on losing their father for this long. that had been two hours ago, at one am. running a hand through their hair gently, he'd managed to talk to them for a while, comforting alphie and reassuring them of jackie's return soon.

saying words even he himself didn't believe.

when marvin left, they were asleep, with sol coiled around their torso gently.

and now, he can't sleep.

throwing an arm over his eyes and groaning softly, the magician cracks an eye open as he glances towards the clock on the nightstand.

blinking silvery-blue digits read back 3:24am.

dried tear tracks remain barely visible against the magician's pale, scarred features. the only sound in the room is the low drone of the ceiling fan, and even that fades into little more than background noise, as marvin shifts against the sheets.

when did it get so cold?

he's already wrapped tightly within a layer of comforters, plus a blanket.

sighing, marvin disentangles himself from the layers, breaking out from the fabric as he sets his feet down against the carpet, rubbing at his eyes with a knuckle before stepping towards the closet tiredly.

shrugging himself out of the loose white tee he had on before, lithe fingers reach out for a neatly-folded (done by him, of course) bundle of scarlet fabric.

he's already closing the door with his foot as the magician shuffles back towards his bed, tugging the hoodie on over his head as he falls into the sheets, pulling the fabric towards his face.

pulling the hood over his head, marvin ignores the fact that he's going to have a nasty time with his hair in the morning- and instead lets the scent of jackie's hoodie wrap around him, bringing a fresh wave of tears to the magician's eyes.

as he falls asleep, a single tear rolls down his cheek, making a wish to the stars above for jackson collins to return.

#tw ego shipping #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #lily writes

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castielismyfavouriteangel · 7 years ago

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THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE!!!! @waywardswain

Rob chasing Misha around the stage for a hug at the beginning of his panel in Orlando.

These are the two most precious men on the planet!

Photos by me…please do not re-post.

#misha collins #rob benedict #miisha at cons #misha and rob #beautiful men #casually ruining my life #idjits guide to queueing

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mintgreenglasses · 7 years ago

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Writing prompts 2

97) When was the last time you took a good look in the mirror?

98) Tell me something I don't know.

99) Well I'm not as loosey goosey with my emotions as you are.

100) Now I know the reason "family" ends with a why.

101) Good things come in threes

102) Don't inhale the flames, they'll go right into your lungs. That's not fun.

103) No, you listen to me! You're playing with fire and you're going to get burned!

104) A "This seat is warm."

B "You're welcome."

105) I'm gray I'm grokay I'm okay

106) Aren't you glad you didn't step on that?

107) Sure thing Sketchy McSketchurson.

108) I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a cold shower and a hot breakfast.

109) Burning in water, drowning in flame

110) "Sweet heckin' Christ."

"Would you prefer sweet heckin' heckity heck?"

"I'm going to make sweet heckin' heckity heck to you."

"You're going to make sweet Christ to me?"

111) With a herp derp here and a herp derp there, here a herp, there a derp, everywhere a herp derp.

112) I'm sorry that you'd rather live in darkness than learn to live with my light.

113) I'm a person, not a product.

114) Everyone aboard the tragedy train, woot-woot!

115) That sounded juicy.

116) A "What do you want for dinner?"

B "Who cares? We're gonna die anyway."

117) I promise it's not as gay as it looks.

118) Yeah right, and the Easter Bunny made out with Santa Claus at the Tooth Fairy's birthday party. -ThatKourtniChick

119) They're an awful shot, but great at tucking and rolling.

120) I haven't been in that situation before, I just fed you some carefully chosen clichés.

121) Why am I like this? Well, there's a story behind that.

122) It's like going from a parent to a grandparent. –Lin-Manuel Miranda

123) Yes! Break those Asian ankles!

124) Si a ti te quiero (If I love you, according to google translate)

125) A "Are you always like this?"

B "Nope! Only when you're around."

126) Well, you know what they say. Everyone wants to be wanted.

127) Dysphemism

128) Why do I always walk in on the weird sh*t? -consulting-cannibal via Tumblr

129) "Why must you insist upon the [p]ancakes being evil?" -Dan Howell

130) "I died?" Xe said this as though asking if there was any milk in the fridge.

131) "I took the week off, so get used to my company."

132) Some unspoken thing

133) "Why do you smell like [laundry detergent]?"

134) Just because I'm a liar doesn't mean I lie.

135) I'm doing this for you because it's easier to lose. -HappyFunBallXD "Gonna Hide My Wings Tonight"

136) They're in the wrong place trying to make it right. -HappyFunBallXD "Gonna Hide My Wings Tonight"

137) "I tend to laugh right before someone else says 'too soon'."

138) A "I don't know whether to punch you in the face or say congratulations."

B "Perhaps you should do both?"

139) C "What's going on here?"

A "I had a bad dream and couldn't sleep."

B "I don't need sleep."

A "So here we are, not sleeping together. Problem?"

C "No…"

140) Careful, the potatoes are deceptively hot.

141) "You're angry when you're beautiful." -M*A*S*H

142) You do not know what pain is yet, but you will learn.

143) Okay, that train of thought is pulling into the station and never leaving again.

144) It appears you make me vulnerable. -Lucifer Morningstar

145) I can't explain myself because I'm not myself.

146) A "What would you do if I died today?"

B "I'd die tomorrow."

147) Little facts become uncertain, until everything you know is turned on its head and seems like a lie.

148) I'm just trying to remember what self-respect feels like. -Miisha Collins

149) There's no "I didn't know", "I did what I had to", or "It's so-and-so's fault", just… "I'm sorry."

150) Xe's a badass, but xe doesn't have a bad ass.

151) Helpless or murderous?

152) *sarcastic* "Shall we review xir greatest hits?"

153) Esse est percepi. (To be is to be perceived.)

154) Xe has a deep, dark secret: xe's freakishly ticklish

155) Person A sees Person B eating Cheetos w/ chopsticks

156) I was kind of expecting this, but I can't say that I was hoping for it.

157) Corre por tu vida (run for your life)

158) Would you want to talk to yourself ten years from now in the future or ten years from now in the past?

159) Red parade

160) My train of thought derailed

161) A "Where do you think you're going?"

B "Crazy. Wanna come?"

162) "It's a dysphemism, not a nickname. Never take anything I say as a compliment."

163) BOOP THE SNOOT

164) Blanket fort

165) "Write a book."

166) Pics or it didn't happen

167) A "No you can't have my [insert food]"

B *puppy dog eyes*

A "Ugh fine we'll split it"

B "YAY"

168) "I'm trying to purr like a cat."

169) "Honestly, I'm tired of people saying 'just breathe' like it's so easy."

170) "I think my eye just twitched."

171) "Something's wrong. It won't stop."

172) *sarcastic* "By all means, surround me with your dulcet tones."

173) For better or for worse, I think about you way too much

174) "You are enjoying this, aren't you?"

175) "What's so great about food anyway?"

176) Xe pinched the bridge of her nose and closed xir eyes, a smile erupting across xir face. "I hate you." The phrase was quiet, drowning in suppressed laughter.

177) "Loading f*cks to give… sorry, none found. Try again."

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