#prince daffodil

[supurrb]

important photos of daffodil

[zoeloveconvers99]

@beauty-beast-week

Day 1 entry-Daffodils:Rebirth

Let’s begin this with this new artwork for the challenge @beauty-beast-week most of them are going to be related towards Adam since he’s one of my favorite and I enjoy representing his character in a more psychological way

For this I decided to represent his finally moment of getting his life back with a new body and with a new different psyche

(Ps:I enjoy putting fun details like body hair,earrings,scars,pointy ears and fangs)

[catherinetheprincessofwales]

UK Sunday Newspapers, 24 Mar 2024, reporting on The Princess of Wales revealing she has been diagnosed with cancer and her message of thanks to the public.

[photosbyjez]

Daffodils -- FOTD Apr 27

Some more #Daffodils in Princes Street Gardens is my latest post for Cee's FOTD Apr 27 #photography #Edinburgh

Hi all 😃 My latest post for Cee’s FOTD. Daffodils in Princes Street Gardens

[pnthra]

also happy munday!! have a long boi

[adamsrcnan]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SWEET BABY FRENCH DAFFODIL PRINCE JEAN MOREAU !!!!!!

[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 15 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇Note: I feel like this is coming around the time to tell you guys that this is written BEFORE THE ITHACA SAGA so tread carefully.

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Telemachus paced around the shore with his head in his hands. He yelled at her. Y/N. Until he saw the tears form in her eyes. Called her a bitch…Antinous’s lap dog..and so many foul things. He wished he lost his memory right here and now. The idea that he’d hurt her made him want to walk into the water and let the current carry him away until he went under. Telemachus hadn’t meant anything he said. He was frustrated. Frustrated that she couldn’t understand his reasoning.

In a way, she was right. What if he never came back? Making the same mistake as his father had made 20 years ago? Leaving her and his mother alone to deal with the suitors. He imagined them both with distant looks in their eyes. His mother, reliving a familiar nightmare. Y/N having to go through it alone. The thought made the boys chest ache as tears pooled in his eyes.

What was he going to do?

The prince debated yelling out for Athena. Calling out for her wisdom and guidance. Or going to his mother who would stroke his hair and remind him to follow his heart. Where would that get him though? Back on this same shoreline, begging for answers. Wondering how he was going to apologize to Y/N;He looked out to the dark body of water in front of him. The salty waves crashing at his feet, the white foam lurking on the shore as the water retreats. The boy closed his eyes, inhaling. He thought of his father. The mighty Odyssesus.

What would he do? He scanned his mind for answers. It seemed to come to him in almost an instant. Y/N wanted him to act like a man. That’s exactly what he would do for her. Because it’s what she deserved.

Telemachus left the beach, glancing back over his shoulder as if his father had given him answers himself. He slightly smiled before walking over to the gardens. He saw the lavender he had been picking with his mother. The prince’s fingers wrapped around the stems as he pulled the fragrant flowers out of the dirt. He repeated this, his hands quickly filling with roses, lavender, poppies, lilies, daffodils, irises until he could barely see in front of him. He held the stems tightly in one of his hands resting at his side. Telemachus began the trek up to the palace, determined to make things right.

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Telemachus reached Y/N’s room, hesitating in front of the door. He leaned his ear against the wood and heard nothing except for silence. He sighed before his hand twisted the hand shaped brass knob on her door. The door creaked quietly as he slowly entered.

she was laid on her side, facing away from him. Her curls delicately laid out on the pillow. The boy almost believed she was asleep, if it weren’t for the small huff she let out. Telemachus turned around and inaudibly shut the door behind him. He treaded softly on the stone floors as if it would collapse underneath him at any moment. He looked down at the colorful bouquet he had brought her, setting it down on the dresser. The prince leaned down sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y/N...” He whispered, reaching out to touch her shoulder. The girl shifted away from his touch, crossing her arms around her. The sight of her pulling away made Telemachus’s heart ache. Without a thought, the boy laid down beside her, his hands moving to play with a single ringlet of her hair. For some reason, she didn’t pull away.

“You don’t have to say anything..” Telemachus quietly said, “Let me say this though. I’m so sorry Y/N. I crossed a line. I truly did. You didn’t deserve to be attacked like that. I-I was frustrated..” He had his eyes closed while he spoke, deep in guilt and thought. Telemachus opened his eyes to glance at her…she hadn't moved an inch.

He inhaled before continuing, “You have to understand how much I want to find my father…for some reason he consumes my every waking thought and he’s not even here. I-I just want to see my mother happy again. See her truly smile. A smile I haven’t even seen before.”

His voice cracked with emotion, “It’s not an excuse whatsoever. It’s just why. Why I want to leave for Sparta. I understand that you don’t want me to go. You don’t want to never see me again. And I want you to know that will never happen. I would fight every guard, every god and goddess, and every mile of ocean to get back to you. This sounds like an empty promise, but it’s true Y/N. Every bit of it is true.”

Telemachus opened his eyes, expecting her to stay silent and unmoving. Then he felt the bed shift as she scooted closer to him, still keeping her back to him. A sigh of relief filled the room. It was her small way of understanding what he had said. The boy shifted closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing her back against his chest. She was warm against his cold touch.

“I…truly care for you Y/N. I’d give you everything I have and more, my love.” He whispered, softly pressing his lips to the back of her neck. The words “I love you” had almost slipped from his lips, but he refrained. He didn’t want her to run away from him.

“I’m sorry…that I yelled.”

She muttered, her voice soft, yet raw. Telemachus didn’t even care that it was a short apology. All that mattered was that she was still here, in his arms. Telemachus sat up, still keeping one arm around her waist. He looked down at her face that was tear stained, her eyes red and puffy from crying. A sigh left Telemachus’s lips as he looked down at her. Even when she was crying, she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. One of his hands went to her cheek and he rubbed his thumb across her soft skin.

“I forgive you. Gods, Y/N there’s not a world where I wouldn’t forgive you.” He quietly said, softly smiling down at her. Y/N couldn’t help but crack a soft smile at his expression. For some reason, she couldn’t help but smile anytime he gave her that look.

“I brought you flowers.” Telemachus grinned, glancing over at the flowers he had left on the nightstand.

She chuckled, “I heard.” It was true. The girl had heard the rustle of the flowers when Telemachus had walked in. Telemachus smiled, kissing her cheek, before resuming his position behind her. Holding her like he never wanted to let go. Every feeling of guilt and pain in the young lover’s hearts seemed to dissolve.

Something was still brewing in her head. So many old memories and secrets she had hid from Telemachus. She didn’t see the purpose of keeping some of it in anymore.

“Antinous and I..” she quietly said, “We didn’t have it easy growing up.” Hearing her voice Telemachus gently grabbed her hand with the one he had wrapped over her stomach. Absent-mindedly, Y/N ran her finger over his knuckles.

“We stole…we begged…we lived in the cold. Our stomachs growled and we went from stand to stand wondering if it was worth it or not to steal dinner. I had to be calculated…precise…void of any feeling. Because that’s how I had to survive…I know I’ve projected it on you…and I apologize.” She breathed out, closing her eyes as he spoke. At her admittance, Telemachus held her a little tighter. As if he was trying to shield her from the memories that tormented her. It almost made him feel guilty. Yes he grew up without a father, but she grew up without anything.

Telemachus’s breath hit her neck as he sighed, “Y/N...I’m so sorry. I don’t blame you for the way you are. I fell for you that way and I wouldn’t change a thing about your personality. Everything else..all the pain..I wish I could take it away that easy. All I can say is, you’ll never have to feel that way again.” She gently squeezed his hand at his words. She had been told promises all her life. But for some reason, his felt so genuine. For once she believed the promise she was being given.

————————few months later——————-

Telemachus stood on the shore, the breeze blowing through his brunette locks. The sand was warm beneath his feet and the sun bared down on his shoulders. He watched as his friends boarded the boat and stocked it with food and supplies. The day had come. He was sailing off to Pylos. The possibility of his father coming back with him filled his heart with joy. The prince couldn’t help but glance back at the palace, everything he was leaving behind.

His mother…Y/N.

The days leading up to his departure had felt like a torture he would wish on no one else. His mother holding him for hours, running her hands through his hair and looking at him with teary eyes. Sneaking into Y/N’s room and holding her as they slept, trying to drink her in before he would go months without her touch. The thought of it made his chest ache.

Telemachus began slowly walking towards the ship, his steps weighing him down, as if his feet felt the weight of him leaving behind all he’s ever known. Suddenly he felt someone tug his arm and drag him away. He didn’t even have to look in front of him to recognize the familiar fingers wrapped around his wrist. Y/N dragged him over to a secluded spot behind the castle, covered by bushes and trees.

She kept his hand on his wrist as she glanced up at him, “You’re leaving..” she muttered, her voice soft.

“I’m leaving..” Telemachus whispered, as if he was trying to confirm the statement in his own head. He reached his hand up, placing it on her cheek and stroking his thumb along her skin. She slightly leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. They stood like that for a few moments, refusing to believe that he was truly leaving.

When Y/N opened her eyes, tears pooled in them, “What if you don’t come home?” A small crack in her voice revealed her true worries immediately. Her voice instantly shattered the composed persona he was attempting to put on to hush his own stress.

The prince sighed, “Don’t cry…I’m coming home. Remember what I said, I’d fight the ocean, the gods, and any soldier just to hold you. And if you need someone..go to my mother. Knock on her door 4 times.” She only nodded, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“And if I die, you can sail across the ocean to beat my ass.” Telemachus chuckled, trying to alleviate the tension.

The girl immediately let out a huff of a laugh, her eyes still watery, “Let that be your warning.”

An involuntary tear slid down her cheek and she sniffled. Telemachus sighed before wiping the tear with his thumb, “I’m serious, don’t cry over me. I’m not worth it.” They both quietly laughed and just stared at each other. There was so much to say but never enough time in the world to say it.

Suddenly they both heard a yell from the dock and glanced towards the noise, “Telemachus! Hurry up! We have to leave!” y/n and Telemachus looked back at each other, the same heavy feeling in their hearts.

“So…this is goodbye?” She quietly said. Telemachus then moved his other hand to her waist.

“Not for long..” He muttered, his lips moving to gently kiss her forehead. The girl sadly sighed, at the comforting gesture. Their eyes both met as they scanned each other’s eyes, as if they were memorizing every shape and crease before they had to pull away. Telemachus moved his lips down to hers and kissed her. It wasn’t electrifying or needy, it was soft. As if he was trying to make it last for the next few months he had ahead of him.

Y/N’s hands moved to the top of his tunic, trying to pull him closer to her. She never thought she’d find herself here. Craving his touch, crying over the thought of him leaving. Her lips comfortably moved against his, even slightly smiling at his mere presence.

“Telemachus!”

They heard another yell come from the docks. They hesitantly pulled away with quiet, but ragged breathing. Telemachus looked down at her with the same dorky smile she adored.

Before she could say anything, he quickly pressed his lips to hers once again before murmuring against her lips, “I love you Y/N.” Telemachus pulled away, leaving her standing there in shock. He held onto her hand, until he was too far apart to hold onto it anymore, gently squeezing before letting go.

She watched the boy run off towards the shore, until he was completely out of her loving sight.

“I love you too.” She murmured, as if her lips were still against his.

Telemachus ran onto the dock, as if the ship would leave without him. His breath was ragged, from his kiss with Y/N and from having to essentially run for his life. He boarded the boat, putting his hands on his hips to catch his breath. The only sound that was heard was the ocean surrounding him. He felt a hand on his back to see Acrisios, smirking at him.

“What are you smirking about?” Telemachus chuckled, looking at his friend. Acrisos was his best friend and who would be making the journey with him. Acrisos was blonde and tan, but scrawny like Telemachus. The boy only smirked harder.

“We all saw you over there.”

An immediate blush went onto

Telemachus’s cheeks as he glanced over to the area where Pandora had taken him. And to his horror, there was a gap in the trees that was so clear that he could see Y/N standing there. Telemachus stood there unable to piece any words together.

“Didn’t know you could be dominant.” Acrisios playfully joked, slapping Telemachus on the back, before ruffling his hair.

“Shut up.” Telemachus muttered, swatting his friend’s hand away.

Orders were called and the anchor was brought up from the sea floor. Telemachus watched as Ithica became farther and farther away from his sight. He thought of his mother and Y/N and he made a promise right then and there, that he would make it back home to them. No matter what.

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[nadiajustbe]

Underrated HMC moments I've never seen anyone talking about part 2

Howl choosing "H. Jenkins" for the shop's sign wich is the one and only moment in the series he actually uses his legal initials, as "H" can stand for "Howl" and "Howell" in the same time

Lettie being so angry about Prince Justin calling her "a sweet lady" that she said that she would prefer ever Howl over him. Wich is. Telling.

The King assuring that he never pushed Justin off and that everyone who knows them both wouldn't assume that.

Sophie being so RAGED with the whole weedkiller and daffodils situation she wasn't saying A SINGLE FULL WORD for about a page in the least. All of the sounds were like "argh!" and "Sophie gave the wordless glump of range"

The seven-league boots having the funniest description of use ever, as every time someone used it then the effects were simply narrated as "Zip!"

Howl raises the skull and quotes Hamlet directly to it, wich becomes a hundred times funnier when you remember that this Skull is canonically and ironically the only "person" in the room who can understand the reference.

Howl saying "Denmark" in the same sentence. And, again, they're in a fairly tale fantasy word. Sophie has absolutely no clue what to hell is Denmark. For Howl this is the basic knowledge of elementary school level.

Poor Percival being almost KILLED for transforming in the middle of a valley because people thought he's a WEREWOLF.

Poor Percival being STROKED with information of him being made of part of two other people right after experiencing heavy trauma, beheading, physical damages, not really well-planed adopting and moving a house.

Percival describing laying on the shelf and looking at the other parts of himself. What a lovely kids book.

Sophie accidentally making cayenne pepper magical. She would make a great seller-witch career because she doesn't need to know the spell in order to make. She takes random powder. She says it will do the duel fair. It makes the duel fare by making an opponent sneezing uncontrollable (wich is also just a way cayenne pepper affects people lmao)

Sophie's first thoughts after she heard that Howl is leaving the black door knob where it is being "Of course! There's miss. Angorian!'. Sophie, dear, he has a family out there.

Michael, apparently, hiding the money under the same brick Sophie will soon describe in CITA as "the brick where we're hiding money from Howl"

Miss Angorian and Howl acting like the spell in a modern Wales is the most normal thing ever. "That's a spell!!" "Oh yeah of course I suspected that"

“Didn’t know I used to fly up the wing for my university, did you, Mrs. Nose?” “If you were trying to fly, you must have forgotten how,” aka Sophie absolutely not understanding modern world sport terminology

Drunk Howell trying to get through the door MULTIPLE times, bumping on it before "discovering" the door

Calcifer "taking" that huge mention they lived (and almost never visited) in without buying it. It was literally said the owner is just Not Here.

Sophie loosing an acces to her own room. Wich must be really sad.

Witch of the Waste leaning on a swing when literally capturing Howl's family

Additionaly: Howl canonically NOT altering his clothes while rushing to save his family. He was running around in a long-sleeved medieval closes on a welsh playground

Sophie and miss Angorian having a whole fight over the guitar pulling it back and forward while it was making horrible sounds

Sophie literally pushing miss. Angorian off the house using the said guitar

Howl immediatly reacting when someone mentioned that the star Michael tried to catch looks sad.

Scarecrow literally running around with parts of Justin's body on its sticky shoulders for eighty percent of the book's finale

Howl saying he could be "the evil fairy at his own christening" which is probably a reference to the "Sleeping Beaty". Also. rises a question: did Howl HAD a christening. There's a huge chance he actually did.

Ben and Justin just. smiling at each other for enough amount of time for Sophie's narrative to say "If she had paid any attention she would see them". Am I interuppting something???

Lettie hating Howl's courting SO MUCH she asked Percival to bite him several times.

Additionally: Ben apologising to Howl for trying to bite him. That's also probably first time they're interacting

Howl ignoring all of it because sOPHIE HATTER

[aayakashii]

Hii just wanted to say I have read most of your fics and headcanons and I loved them and for this reason I wanted to request if you could do "what petname the tokyo debunker characters use for their s/o in a relationship"

I just want more tkdb fluff🥲

Thank you for reading my stuff!!! 🫂 I'm glad you liked it and thank you for entrusting me with this idea! I hope you like it <3

what petname would they use for their s/o in a relationship?

Kamurai Jin

The good and old fashioned "my love". He probably uses anything he can say it's his, and "my love" is the perfect way to refer to you. You're his, and you're his love after all.

Ishibashi Tohma

"Mouse" 💀 He's standing on the tethering line of being super sweet and mildly threatening lol A tiny little thing he loves and wants to protect but that's also very very squishable...

Fuji Kaito

"Angel". You're giving him the time of the day and being in a relationship with him, so he immediately worships you like you're some holy being. You're 100% his angel.

Lucas Errant

I don't really see Luca using petnames, but if he did, he'd probably call you "dear". And it'd come out very naturally! He'd be asking you for something and accidentally call you dear while doing it. Or maybe one day he said "good morning dear" and it just stuck.

Mido Alan

Alan most probably doesn't use petnames in the beginning, but after he's comfortable in the relationship, he might call you "bug" <3 something a little old-fashioned like that fits him, I think!

Kurosagi Leo

He'd call you something mildly deameaning but shockingly sweet for someone like him as well. Maybe something like "dumbass (affectionately <3)"

Haizono Sho

Oh he most definitely calls you "babe". He is very much a huge flirt and that will never stop even when you two are dating lol

Sagara Haru

Literally every extremely chessy petname ever like sugarplum, buttercup, pumpkin, cutie pie, honey bun 💀 But that's when he's trying to be funny or annoying! When he's serious, he calls you "sunshine" <3

Otonashi Towa

Besides Dandelion, he calls you every flower with a romantic meaning or flowers that mean beauty! Such as rose, daffodil, tulip, camellia, honeysuckle etc.

Shiranami Ren

Not one for petnames, but if he uses one, it'd be some inside joke between you two, like he could call you the name of a character he likes in one of his gacha games and you could do the same.

Hoshibami Taiga

Besides kitten, I could see him using "doll" too, because dolls are cute and compliant, and that's the perfect little toy for him :)

Romeo Scorpius Lucci

He probably would call you "darling" with a mildly threatening tone 💀 it's the type of petname that can sound very sweet but also very ominous depending on his tone. Fits his borderline yandere personality too.

Shinjo Ritsu

He probably thinks "partner" is already a petname, but you'd have to explain to him that it isn't (with a huge document signed and notarized if possible).

Kagami Subaru

He probably feels incredibly embarrassed, but I think he wouldn't mind calling you something sweet and cute, like "honey" or "love" too. I don't think Subaru would go crazy with the petnames, so I'd expect something classic like that.

Kusanagi Haku

Princess/prince obviously, but I can also imagine him saying things like lovely or gorgeous, especially if he can get to whisper it in your ear just to fluster you lol

Kotodama Zenji

Oh god. All of them. Probably a different one every single day. He probably keeps a notebook of petnames just to get ideas for new ones. He refers to you as his beloved when he's talking about you to other people, though.

Edward Hart

Dove, but if you bother him enough, he can call you spider monkey, don't worry *gets shot*

No but seriously, dove is perfect for him.

Mizuki Rui

All of them. Just... all of them.

Lyca Colt

I don't see him using any, but maybe if you call him something, he'll use it as well. That's a HARD maybe though, I think he'd feel too embarrassed to do that.

Isami Yuri

He'd probably overthink about which petname he could use before ever calling you one. And after he decided, he'd have to take his time to gather the courage to even do that. He'd probably settle for something normal and classic, like "darling" or "sweetheart".

Kirisaki Jiro

Does not use petnames. Maybe if you ask him to use one, he'd do it, but you'd have to tell him what he could call you.

[peachy-tokki]

I hope you guys enjoy this drawing because I cackled almost the entire time I worked on it lol. Inspired by retro shoujo manga covers and that moment when Sauron knealt before Galadriel, looking like a youthful, enamored prince charming lmfao.

And yes, the daffodils were necessary iykyk.

[supurrb]

daffodil says thank u for ur love. have a baby daffodil.

[cloudcountry]

attention twisted wonderland fans! ortho has tasked you with an important mission—give his brother the best summer imaginable!

welcome to the introduction post for my new event! i am your host, auburn! you probably know me as azulashengrottospiano, but i've changed urls ^^;

this time, i'm attempting to bring people together instead of doing an event all by myself. you'll have to forgive me if it's confusing, i've never hosted something like this before but i'll do my best and i hope you guys will have fun!

both writers and artists are encouraged to participate!

RUN TIME: this event will run from may 27th to june 10th! but you are more than welcome to post your pieces before then if you are finished or after if something came up! we understand <3

TO SIGN UP: please comment or reblog this post with your name and what you're going to be making! you don't need to have a specific idea yet, you can just whether you're an author or an artist!

when finished, please tag your works with sweet shroud summer 2024 so people can have an overview of the event's wonderful talent!

the event rules . . .

no nsfw content, i want minors to be able to participate as well if they want to.

any content is welcome aside from that! it can be romantic, familial, platonic, it can include yuu or not!

just as long as idia is getting out of his room and having a good time C: make sure you treat him well or ortho will get upset!

the company policy is open to be modified if a customer brings up a question!!

contributors and their pieces will be listed under the cut.

OUR LOVELY CONTRIBUTORS!

auburn / cloudcountry - writer.

if you let me.

dove / da-birb-writes-sometimes - writer.

mess in chat >w^. mess at con.

edie / edith-is-a-cat - artist (mainly.)

art piece. written work. kitty. platinum jacket. idia & tsum. rainbow idia.

cookie / cookiesandbiscuits - artist.

at the beach art piece. hot day.

irene / officialdaydreamer00 - writer & artist.

flowers of a summer day. part 1.5. aimless outing. marionette on a string. board game club shenanigans.

cyath / cyath - artist.

identity / identity-theft-101 - artist.

he dropped his ice cream :( art piece.

mochimus / thatsadguymochi - artist.

at the lake art piece.

phrog / phrowog - artist.

gamer touches the ocean art piece.

sapphy / shinysparklesapphires - artist.

gamer touches grass art piece.

em / musicalhistorical - writer.

zell / z3llous - artist.

getting milkshakes. catching pokemon.

silver / rxttenbxnes - artist.

sosa / miraculous-pacer55 - artist.

monimich / monimichbeingsilly - artist.

pop up cafe.

kei / keii-starz - writer.

garden.

fruity / fruity-arts - artist.

moon / moon-mage - artist.

rubia / twistedchatterbox - writer & artist.

emily / walkingoneliner37 - artist.

idia and ortho at disneyworld!

ryker / ryker-writes - writer.

firefly.

mayuu / justyoureverydaytwstsimp - writer.

dani / xol-io - writer & artist.

arius / ariusthething - writer & artist.

a short visit!

daffodil / chocodaffodil - artist.

idia at the beach.

loser / loser-jpg - artist.

getting boba.

manoo / pop-sparkle - artist.

tropical idia!

yourfbiagen1 - artist.

idia meets hatsune miku

octahyde - artist.

she just got to the prince mush boss...

comingyourlugubriousness / artist.

fireflies.

[catherinetheprincessofwales]

“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.” - Audrey Hepburn

[photosbyjez]

Daffodils -- FOTD Apr 26

Some more #Daffodils in Princes Street Gardens is my latest post for Cee's FOTD Apr 26 #photography #Edinburgh

Hi all 😃 My latest post for Cee’s FOTD. Daffodils in Princes Street Gardens

[theroyalsandi]

British Royal Family - A little girl shares a moment with the Prince of Wales as he compliments her daffodil for St David’s Day, during a visit to All Saints’ School in Wrexham | March 01, 2024

[chernabogs]

I can see an entire bouquet matching Malleus 😭 Calla lily, Ivy, Red Salvia, NATSURIUM and White carnation with pecks of Daffodil and Fern

Don't feel obligated to use all of them! Chose whichever you find most suitable! I just could stop with one alone, the more prompts i read the more i had this idea for a story in my head

I think you and I had the same idea cooking LMAOOO I hope I did this well! <3 Thank you for the request!!

Sin Eater

Inc: Malleus, Reader, a sin eater, and one advisor WC: 3.4k Warnings: Heavy discussion of grief and coping with loss Flowers: Calla Lily (something at first sight), Ivy (we’ve always been friends but we were never just friends), Natsurium (I refuse to bury you), Daffodil (a god bows before a mortal), Fern (In a world of magic, the greatest miracle was you... subtly implied) Summary: A quiet conversation in a hall between a prince, a starving idol, and a body.

Their arrival is marked with the sombre chiming of Dragon City’s bells, which is the only reason Malleus knows they’re approaching Black Scale. The window of the bedroom you shared is wide open, letting in both the breeze and the song as he stands so still that one may consider him to be a mere statue on display. He feels equivalent to one; his breath is shallow, his body cold, and his expression far away enough that he hardly registers the carriage approaching. 

“Your highness?” A faint voice speaks by his right side. Malleus’ finger twitches at the sound as his emerald gaze slowly slides from the streets below to the advisor who is now anxiously twisting her sleeve. He can hardly remember her name—advisors come and go so often that they’ve become a blur in his mind—but he’s taken to calling her Scops due to the owlish stare that she always seems to wear around him. “The sin eater is here.”

Malleus stares for a moment before he looks back down to the courtyard. The carriage door is open, and a figure is now standing on the stone, speaking with one of the guards. The discussion is brief, ending with the guard walking to the doors and the figure looking upwards at the palace walls. A golden mask conceals their face, capturing the rays of the sun which battle through Briar Valley’s ever-present clouds, and they wear a simple black funeral suit. 

“I see that.” He replies curtly, his voice ungiving on how he’s really feeling. “They arrived quite quickly, didn’t they?” 

“I suppose they have,” Scops steps a bit closer to the window to look down at the sin eater. “Strange, really. It isn’t like their profession is a competitive market anymore.” 

Sin eaters used to be far more prominent in Briar Valley back when it was still Briar Nation, and old traditions were held to a greater esteem. Unfortunately, the changing of times meant the dismantling of old organizations and beliefs, rendering the sin eaters as nothing more than a token piece in a funeral party. Perhaps once they were esteemed in a religious fashion—but not anymore. Now they will sit for anyone, so long as they get their meal. 

You had always admired the old traditions, though. He remembers your avid interest in his family’s history, and the many nights you’d waste away in the library, reading tome after tome in delight. You had been the spearhead of a new age for old beliefs—revamping Briar Valley’s tourism through the demonstration of habits long dead—and you had made a difference. That’s why there is a sin eater here today. 

Malleus dislikes their presence, however. Them being here means that what he’s going through is not just a simple dream. He exhales through clenched teeth and forces his shoulders to relax as he turns on his heel and nods. 

“Regardless, it’s best not to keep guests waiting.”

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The hallowed hall in which you lay is silent, even with the presence of the sin eater looming over your shrouded form. How they managed to move quickly enough that they arrived before Malleus did is something he decides not to question—nor does he question how they knew of the hall to begin with. Their profession is one that draws the most peculiar of magic users into it. Like a bloodhound, they caught your scent and followed it to the room. He’s surprised the guards who have been standing watch over you for a day now permitted them to enter. 

Malleus enters alone and waves for the room to be sealed. He notes the hesitation in his guard’s body language before they oblige, stepping away to pull the great wooden doors shut with a resounding boom that stirs a pair of birds residing in the rafters. Their wings flutter in distress as Malleus spares them a passing glance before returning his focus on the figure ahead. The sin eater has turned to look back at him, and he sees upon closer inspection that the mask they wear lacks a mouth. They incline their head in greeting before speaking in a surprisingly clear tone considering their facial obstruction. 

“Your grace. Forgive me for the intrusion before your arrival; I merely wished to prepare in advance.” Their voice is soft and low as they touch a hand to the place above their heart. Malleus hardly reacts to their words as he brushes past them to where you lay, body enshrouded in a white sheet with a torc affixed upon your neck. His fingers brush along its form; forged of mystium and gifted to you as a token by him. It was the closest he could get to a marriage declaration in the eyes of the Senate. 

“It’s hardly my place to prevent a sin eater from completing their role.” He replies languidly as his fingers skim off of the torc to rest on your chest. Stiff, still, and cold against his fingers. “I just wish you had not come to begin with.” 

He doesn’t wish to have you buried quite yet, but he knows he’s already pushing the limit of how long he can keep you. He kneels by the platform that holds your form as his fingers brush along the shroud that hides you. If he could, he would drag you off of this macabre display and back into the rooms you shared for so many decades together, to wrap you in his arms and pretend this isn’t happening. 

But that was foul. Utterly, utterly foul. Your body would putrefy and decay while he clung to a false hope of resurrection. 

No, the sin eater is here now. He just doesn’t want you out of sight quite yet. 

“Many do not welcome me, but I have never left without gratitude.” The sin eater replies softly. Like a god before a mortal, Malleus’ ethereal features are painted into a stony expression, his gaze still distant. He hardly feels a part of this world right now as he hums quietly in turn. 

“Perhaps.” He muses as his fingers toy with the shroud before he turns to look at the sin eater. Like his own face, their mask is a stony expression, their eyes concealed from his seeking gaze. If they were to not move and speak then they could easily be dismissed as one of the many statues adorning the hall. “How shall we proceed?” 

“Do you feel ready to proceed?” They posit as they gesture to your form. 

Malleus rises back to his feet but doesn’t remove his hand from your body. The pungent scent of flowers—used to disguise the sweetness of decay—wafts up with the abruptness of his motion. “The opportunity to refuse has long passed. I am aware that there is a feast to be had—that, they regaled me of this back when they were still alive.”

You had been enamoured by the concept of Briar Valley funerary rites throughout your time in life. He remembers thinking it to be grim when you would speak of them, and rather anxiety-inducing when you began to plan for your own. He always knew that your status as a human meant that you would join the stars long before he did—he had simply not wanted to think about it, though. In the end, your efforts to establish your own postmortem care had saved him a great deal of distress these past few days.

Your ability to think far ahead had been one of the many aspects he had loved about you. 

“Indeed, and I am delighted to see one is set for me.” The sin eater drifts off of the steps of the platform towards the far side of the room, where a table lay with an array of foods on it. Wine, dates, meats, and a variety of other luxuries decorate pristine plates and spotless cutlery. He had spared no expenses in the lavishness of your memoriam. “Sometimes I have served people who are still cooking the final meal by the time I arrive. But then again, I would expect a prince to have ample amounts of resources available to get things done.” 

“I give nothing but the finest when it comes to them.” Malleus retorts sharply as he goes to sit in the chair on the other side of the table. Before he can properly settle, the sin eater raises a hand and shakes their head. 

“Turn the chair around if you please. You are not meant to see my face when I eat—that honour is for the deceased, and the deceased alone.” 

Malleus pauses, his hand resting on the back of the chair before he obliges and twists it around to face the wall. He then sits down and crosses his legs patiently. Despite the fact that he knows the sin eater to be unarmed, he still feels a prickle of paranoia creep up his spine. Old habits die hard when one has been hunted for so many years. 

Eventually he hears the sound of the sin eater sitting down in their respective seat, followed by something heavy hitting the table. The sin eater clears their throat, and the sound is far clearer now than before. Their mask has been removed—which means the rite has officially begun. Malleus inhales and readies himself for what he recalls the next few steps to be. 

“Tell me about them. Call them to the table where we feast.” There’s a brief pause then before a fork scrapes against porcelain plates. Malleus’ eyes flutter shut as he gives a low sigh. 

“Mira calirh.” The affectionate term flows from his tongue easily as he touches upon memories long passed. How can he summarize you in a simple conversation? You had been a person of many complexities—of devotion, of will, of love as boundless as the sea. To boil all that you were down into a mere few lines felt sacrilegious in his heart. 

“Tell me of your first.” The sin eater prompts, and so he does. 

“I met them outside of their dorm. I thought the place was abandoned, but suddenly they were there before me, sleep-dazed and curious. I remember thinking how calm they were when facing me directly—only to find out they hadn’t a single clue about who I was.” Malleus’ lips curl into a faint grin as he pictures the moment so clearly. He can see you in your youth, eyes glassy with sleep and hair slightly dishevelled. You had not registered in his mind as someone of importance quite yet. 

Oh, how such a thing would change. 

“Tell me more.” The sin eater urges. He can hear the wine glass lifting and being set back down on the table. Malleus’ hands clasp tight as he feels his fingers begin to grow numb. In his peripheral vision, he thinks he sees movement from the pedestal. He resists the impulse to look its way as he considers his next words. 

“It made me feel… alive. For a moment. They would accompany me, speak with me. It was shortly after my overblot that I began to consider them as a friend—although I suspect we never were just that. It was two summers later that I began to consider them something more.” 

Malleus pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts. He remembers that summer—it had been warmer than usual in the Valley, and you had come to visit for a week. He recalls the smell of sunscreen and the sight of you with your hat on your head as you sat in a field of eternal green. The land was lush and abundant with life, but it had been you that had drawn his gaze the strongest. 

The sin eater pushes a plate away before grabbing another. It drags across the wooden table with a bitter screech. “Is that so?” 

“Quite. They stayed with me for a week, and I wished every night that the next day would never come, only so that I could hold onto them for just a bit longer. I kissed their cheek before they departed through the mirror back to NRC—I wanted to kiss their lips, but I panicked and missed.” He can’t help but laugh at that. His palms had been sweating and his mind had been in a panic when he clumsily pressed his lips to your cheek in a kiss of farewell. “Foolish I was. Fortunately, it didn’t turn them away from me. The next time we met, they made sure my aim was true.” 

“Young love has a habit of sending our hearts aflutter, no?” The sin eater muses as more scraping sounds out. “Tell me when you loved them.”

When? Malleus’ brow furrows as he considers the question. When did he not, really? 

“Every day. Every hour. Every minute. I think once they became mine there was not a moment I did not love them, even when we had our disagreements, or the obligations of my role drew me abroad. I loved them in the day, I loved them in the night. And in the sparse moments between, I loved them even more.” Malleus feels his jaw clench slightly. “We could not be married, and so I made sure they knew my devotion.”

“You could not marry because they were not fae. I remember that being a point of contention in the papers.” 

The sin eater must be a fae themself, then, if they can recall the tabloids from that time so easily while looking as young as they appeared. Malleus bristles at their comment. 

“Yes, that was a point of great contention, and one I had to swallow despite working to change the laws. Even my grandmother agreed that such outdated beliefs had no business in and amongst our courtiers.” 

He had fought viciously against nobility for the opportunity to keep you by his side. Eventually it had ended in a standoff, with the courtiers begrudgingly agreeing to permit you to live in Black Scale, so long as you never officially became his consort. Your body hasn’t even been cold for a day, and he’s already heard rumours from Scops that the Senate is hunting for a suitable replacement. 

The knowledge tastes like bitter fruit on his tongue.

He thinks he sees the flutter of white fabric moving at the pedestal again. His brow furrows as he rationalizes it away as a trick of the odd lighting in the hall. Still, the cold breeze that follows makes him shift in his seat uncomfortably.

“Tell me how you loved them.” The sin eater diverts his thoughts and the conversation once more as something heavy scrapes across the table. It may be the plate of quail he saw—or the pig's head. “What did you do to always let them know?” 

“Everything. Anything they wanted I would give to them. If they had asked me to move the mountains we rest on, I would do so. If they asked me to pluck the sun from the sky and fasten it into a brooch for them, I would make sure it was held by the finest of metals. If they wished for the rains to fall and the earth to turn green, then I would drag the clouds from across the world to where they stood.” Malleus shivers again as he feels an ache in his chest. It’s been there for days now. “Magic bends to my whims, but I bent to theirs.” 

“But you couldn’t give them time.” There’s a licking sound and a low hum of satisfaction from the sin eater. “Time will eat everyone in the end—much like how I feast on their memories now. You could give them every precious gem and flower in the world, but you could not give them a second more than what they were meant to have.” 

“If I could have, then I would.” He snarls back, his head turning slightly to glare at the blurred image of the sin eater. “I would have stolen the seconds from anything and everything and given it to them instead. The gods know they would have benefited from it. They had plans, ideas, to improve this nation and now? Now they’re already beginning to decay.” 

“As things do.” The sin eater tosses a bone onto a plate as Malleus looks back to the wall. He feels something cold brush against him again, and then the scraping of a chair to his right. His shoulders tense at the sound and he wonders if the sin eater has changed places. 

Until they speak. 

“How very kind of you to finally join us.” 

The comment is simple and one that draws confusion in Malleus until it finally clicks in place and his entire body plunges into freezing water. The world spins to a stop as he hears a whispering voice by his ear, its words indiscernible. Malleus’ eyes widen and dilate as any words he had to say stutter to a stop from his lips, drawn shut by a cold touch brushing up his arm—much like how his touch had brushed along yours moments ago. 

“One last bite, then.” The sin eater interjects once more as they push another plate away. “Tell me how you will keep them alive. The body may be rotting, but the soul does still linger. Within this hall, within this palace, within the memories stored in your mind. How will you honour that?” 

The words become clearer now. Your voice is soft as your breath brushes against the skin behind his ear, making him shiver as a small, painful sound escapes him. The scent of you lingers just beneath that of the roses your body was bathed in before being wrapped for your cremation. He can feel the brush of the shroud against him as phantom fingers touch his back. 

He wants to turn to see you as he once knew—but something tells him that doing so will merely send you away faster. 

“Their legacy.” He offers slowly, eyes fluttering shut again as he loses himself in your touch. “Their memory carries on through years upon generations of work. They brought life back to Briar Valley’s beliefs. They reshaped this old, rotting home—reshaped me—into something better. I may have portraits of them, and statues, and items that they loved dear stored in my rooms—but I think the only thing they would wish for me to do is continue the work they had started.” 

A sensation floods him then like that brought on by a lover’s kiss. It curls around his wounded heart and floods itself through his veins, warming his body in a way that it hasn’t been able to for days. Another pained sound leaves him, but it is not drawn out because of any agony. 

Then, as quickly as it arrived, the sensations are all gone. Your scent disappears, your touch disappears, and Malleus Draconia is left once more to sit in a stiff wooden chair in a large, desolate hall, with a body and a sin eater as his company. He wants to grasp for you and hold you in place like he did so dearly with your body—but the voice screams at him again that this is not the way it plays out. 

The sin eater sets the cutlery down before drawing their mask over their face. They push the chair back to stand, and only when they’re on their feet again does Malleus turn to them. He can feel wetness on his cheeks as he stares at their slender, frail form. He had managed to keep himself from crying so far—but now it’s become a battle he can no longer wage.

“What a delectable meal.” The sin eater sighs as they brush down their suit before stepping away from the table. They pause as they face the prince before bending at the waist in a low bow. The black pits that represent their eyes do not stray from his face as they do so. “They rest—as you should, too. I know you have at least another day of the wake to endure, so try to recover as much energy as you can. They would not want you to suffer on their behalf.”

Malleus doesn’t reply as his gaze drifts to your shrouded form on the pedestal. His love, his partner, his calirh. When the sin eater is already halfway to the door, he clears his throat, causing them to pause and look his way. Malleus stares at their masked face with an expression of neutrality once more. 

“... thank you.” He offers softly. The sin eater tilts their head, bows, and steps out of the silent hall.