#the rest were like normal fears. dogs (not afraid of them anymore). the dark. dying. being a failure. etc. or ocd obsessions like germs

[straightlightyagami]

[image description: tags by james-town reading “#cellos #I was a very small child and always worried I would get trapped inside #and that like my mournful screams would become the music from the cello. or whatever”]

what is the lamest thing that ever genuinely scared you like either as a kid or adult. i got scared of those halloween cartoon scooby doo ass eye stickers ppl put on mirrors when i was 9 and screamed so hard i fainted

[cairparavei]

when love comes | ivar (vikings)

requested by @kingleshe

pairing: ivar x f!reader

wc: 2.7k

warnings: language, the lothbroks being assholes (kinda, all of them except for ubbe)

You had known them since middle school.

The four brothers had always been a mystery to you, until you dumped into Ubbe, the oldest, accidentally.

You used to have a normal friendship; nothing too remarkable, until their parents passed, and you found yourself in the middle of the four brothers, letting them take their rage and sadness on you, making yourself worth of their trust.

Which was a good thing, because everyone knew that messing with a Lothbrok could only mean trouble.

It all went better ever since. They used to be the popular kids in high school, and almost every guy was scared of them.

In fact, they made your prom date leave you hanging just because they didn’t like his necktie, or so the guy said, and you had no choice but to go with Hvitserk.

Not that you were complaining; Hvitserk had grown into a very nice looking man, but you really liked this date you managed to get for yourself, so you were disappointed when you heard your parents’ house bell ring and saw the brothers waiting for you outside, instead of him.

Time passed and you were still as close as ever, and not a day comes by that you’re not thankful to Ubbe for being clumsy as hell that day, and the next one, and then the next until he introduced you to the rest of his brothers.

To sum up, you claimed Ubbe as your big brother, since he was always overprotective because you apparently are the little sister he always wished to have, and not a bunch of horny teenagers to take care of every time they went to a party and drank more than what their bodies could handle.

On the other side, you were like the chamber of secrets for the two middle brothers, Hvitserk and Sigurd. They told you everything from the first time they failed an exam to the most detailed description on how they lost their virginities, and they knew very well you wouldn’t say a word about it, for they also knew your biggest secret; you’ve been in love with Ivar since the day you met him.

They constantly teased you about it, claiming he felt the same towards you and that you were going to have to tell him sooner or later, but you kept knocking this issue off until it was completely necessary.

In fact, Hvitserk and Sigurd had told Ivar for you, but both of them were so drunk none of them remember, and, how did you know about this?

Ubbe heard them.

It happened when he picked them up from a party a couple of weeks ago actually. Both were sitting in the back of Ubbe’s car, and he noticed that they were whisper-arguing, until Sigurd raised his voice and told Ivar he was being blind for not noticing how you had eyes for nobody but him.

Of course, Ivar was oblivious.

As soon as Ubbe arrived home with them, he left Ivar in the car, half asleep, and accompanied Sigurd to your shared flat. First thing he did was glare at you for not telling him before, for he could have helped you.

 “Someone had better be dying if you’re calling me this late.”; Ivar threatened over the phone.

“Ivar, I’m bored, and I can’t sleep”, you pouted over the phone. “Come over, please?”

“Listen, Y/N, it’s almost 4 a.m., and you share a flat with Sigurd, why can’t you just wake him up instead of me? I have classes tomorrow if you didn’t know”

“Okay, first of all, he’s not here. Second, I have classes as well, and lastly” you remarked. “I want to see you. You’ve been avoiding me for days, what the hell is wrong with you? Am I not your best friend? We don’t ignore best friends in this household, Ivar Lothbrok”

You heard Ivar sigh on the other side of the call, and after a while he finally agreed to visit you.

You hung up happily and started to make yourself look presentable.

You really had missed Ivar lately. One day the Lothbroks throw a party, then the next it seems like you barely exist to one of them.

It’s not like you had done anything bad, or that you thought, so you found no reason for Ivar to behave like this.

A few minutes later you heard the door open. All of Sigurd’s brothers had a spare key, just in case something happened; which usually meant they were too wasted to go to their own homes so they crashed at your place.

You peeked outside from the kitchen to see Ivar taking of his shoes and coat.

He hadn’t noticed you yet, so you took the opportunity to observe him – he had his hair in a small bun, his glasses on, and was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. Straight out of bed, you thought.

He made his way to the kitchen and took one of the cups you were holding.

“What’s going on, Y/N?”, he asked out of nowhere.

“What, can I not invite my best friend over without a reason?”

“Not if you call at 4 a.m. and make hot chocolate. It’s more than clear you want to talk about something”

You shivered and looked over him, making his way to the living room and taking a seat in the sofa.

You knew each other like the back of your hands, but were you really that obvious?

“I told you, I couldn’t sleep”, you said sitting on the other side of the couch.

“Why, are you afraid of the dark, sweetheart?”, he smiled.

“Shut up, asshole”, you said, laughing.

The Lothbroks used to tease you often, but especially when you moved in with Sigurd and had to spend your first night in your new place all alone and pretty scared, because he had decided it was a good idea to attend some random girl’s party because “he was in desperate need of human warmth”. So when it became way too terrifying for you to tolerate it, you called over Ivar to spend the night with you.

“Now, tell me what’s wrong. You don’t call someone at this hour for nothing. I don’t believe it’s just because you ‘can’t sleep’”.

You sighed. You really couldn’t let a small lie go past him.

“You’re being weird with me these days. For no reason. I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong to you or anyone for you to be distant as fuck”, you told him, putting your cup on the small table in front of you. You sat back, facing him and crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m not being weird, you’re overreacting”, he said, and you furrowed your brows.

What in the actual fuck?

“I am not.”, you remarked, “Just like it’s obvious of me to make hot chocolate when something doesn’t feel right, it is for you too when you haven’t been the same towards me these days.”

He licked his lips and looked down at his cup of chocolate. He smiled to himself, noticing you had given him your Toothless cup, just as you used your Light Fury one.

It was kind of funny to him, because you always screamed that you would only share you ‘How to train your dragon’ stuff with who you would consider to be the love of your life.

 “You just don’t want to believe it, Ivar. But you know very well that she’s always looked at you with the brightest eyes.” Sigurd said drunkenly; “Or are you really that much of an idiot? I mean, you’re not the brightest of guys, but I thought of you as an intelligent person, baby brother”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Sig, you don’t know what you’re saying.”, Ivar answered.

“I won’t shut up until you notice”, Sigurd hiccupped, “Or at least until you admit you feel the same for her”.

Ivar frowned. They knew. But how? He knew his brothers, and they would only mess this all up if he had told them.

Being the youngest, he had seen his brothers have their hearts broken, especially Ubbe’s.

Breaking up with his long-time girlfriend, and childhood friend as well, meant for them to lose contact with her completely, and that scared Ivar.

Like, really. He was scared to the point that, if confessing meant losing you, he would rather dig his own grave and let some wild dogs rip his arms and legs out until he no longer breathed.

Yes, that much you meant to him. Not only Ivar, but to his brothers as well.

You were like the glue that stick them together, for he knows they wouldn’t be talking to each other anymore if it wasn’t because you were there to help them solve their problems.

Like that one time he and Sigurd had the biggest argument and you literally took him by his ear, forced him to eat his own ego, and apologise to Sigurd for ruining his possible ‘potential long-termed relationship’ by telling the girl he had a fart kink.

“Ivar!”, you snapped him out of his daydreaming, sighing “I’m fucking talking to a brick”

“I’m sorry”, he said, “I was thinking. There’s a lot on my mind right now, I’m really sorry, Y/N”.

“Then let it all out, Ivar, you know that’s what I’m here for”, you smiled softly, taking his hands in yours.

You really had no idea what you did to him.

You cleared his mind whenever you talked to him, and gave him goosebumps whenever you held his hands or snuggled up to him every time you slept over at their place and they chose to watch a horror film

What both of you weren’t aware of is that both Ubbe and Hvitserk did it on purpose, since they were able to see how much you liked to be close to him, feeling his warmth when he put his arms around you and told you repeatedly how he would protect you if anything happened to you, as well as how much he enjoyed being able to be the one to calm you on stressing situations.

Suddenly your phone, which was on the table as well, lit up. You both looked over as a knee-jerk action, and he noticed you had a picture of him as your wallpaper.

“You have some explaining to do as well, miss”, he said, smiling, “I don’t remember giving you permission to use me as your wallpaper”

“Ah, shut up, you know very well I don’t need it”, you laughed, “You’ll have your explanation, but you go first”

“I really have no choice, right?”, he smiled softly while you shook your head no.

He shifted in his seat, facing you as well, and took your other hand in his. You heard him take the biggest breath of air while looking down at your intertwined hands, and you were able to see fear in his eyes when he looked back at you.

“I’m scared, Y/N”, he started, “I’m scared of doing something that could make you run away from me”

You stared at him, your breath stuck in your throat.

“I could never leave you, Ivar, none of you. Tell me what’s wrong, please”, you said, tightening your hold in his hands, trying to reassure him you weren’t leaving.

He took both of your hands and lead them towards his mouth, kissing them softly before supporting his forehead on them.

“Just tell me, Ivar, don’t overthink it. I’m sure whatever it is, we can make it work, nothing bad will happen if you and I stick together, remember?

You felt him smile in your hands. He straightened his back and snuggled you close to him until you were sitting in his lap facing him. He then hugged you tightly, pulling you as close as he could. You felt him shaking a bit.

“It’s okay, Ivar, we don’t have to talk about it now, I’m sorry if you feel pressured”, you told him.

“I just can’t find the right words”, he sighed. “I didn’t think I would ever have to tell you all this shit I’m feeling, I’m so sorry”.

“Don’t be, and don’t say those things about yourself”, you hugged him tightly, “You’re the most amazing person I know, Ivar. You have your tantrums, yes, but who doesn’t?”

You took his face into your hands, and looked him in the eyes.

“I love you, Ivar. You know damn well I love the four of you with all my heart, but out of all of them, you’re the most intelligent, talented, and handsome. You hear me?”, you asked, and he nodded, “And it doesn’t matter how bad whatever that’s going on inside that stubborn head of yours, I’m not going anywhere, okay? It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me yet, I understand, and it’s completely fine”

You were about to keep talking, but, as you were about to do so, he put one of his hands over your mouth while his other one kept you still and close to him by circling around your waist.

“I don’t deserve you. None of us do, actually, but I couldn’t care less about them now”, he started, “I... Remember that time when we went on a picnic that turned into a photo session and then in a cinema date, months ago? That day made me realize I was starting to catch feelings for you. I thought it was just the heat of the moment, but once they came, those feelings never left. I found myself thinking even more about you, and all I knew was that I didn’t see you as a friend anymore”

You frowned, scared of what he could say.

He took off his glassed and put them on the table and rubbed his eyes before looking back at you with the most sparkly eyes you had ever seen.

“Don’t think of this as a bad situation. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me, and I know how awkward you get whenever a guy tells you he likes you, or how you don’t even speak to boys after you go out on a date with them. That’s why I didn’t tell you all this before. I don’t want you to feel strange around me. God, I should have kissed you when I dropped you off at your parents’ house that night. You looked so pretty back then”

He was caressing your face now. You were trying to get all those words he had said into your head. You were trying to believe this was really happening and was not some made-up scenario happening in your head while you were trying to sleep.

“You mean so much to me, Y/N”, he continued, “I don’t even know what I would do if you weren’t around anymore. I don’t want you to leave my side, I feel like I need to know what is like to kiss you whenever I want, to make love to you until we can no longer breath. It may sound childish, or stupid, but I need to know what is like to be loved by you”

You felt like your heart was going to get out of your chest from how hard it was beating.

Ivar, your Ivar, the one you’ve loved for so many years, was here confessing to you.

You couldn’t find the words to tell him you felt the same, and that you were never in your life going to leave him, so you did what your mind, body and heart told you to.

You kissed him. And he kissed you back with such passion you thought you were going to run out of air. You were holding his face firmly while he snaked his arms around your waist again, pulling you as close as possible without breaking apart from the kiss.

You both knew what this kiss meant. You both knew that, after this night, nothing would ever be the same between you; at last, it was going to get the best it could. You both were telling the other one that you loved them deeply. You both were giving your hearts and souls to each other.

You leaned back until your forehead touched his, and whispered a soft “I’m in love with you”.

“I’m so in love with you too, Y/N, you have no idea”, he whispered back.

[halothenthehorns]

All in the Family

Chapter 149: A Very Frosty Christmas

It looked like a paper chain explosion in here, there was a garden gnome painted solid gold with a tu-tu on top of the tree, and a very annoying song was blasting from a radio, but they all fought back a sob of relief to find themselves in the Burrow's living room. Nothing had nearly tried to kill Harry here!

Most of them landed on the many available couches and chairs, Regulus had smacked against the frost covered window, Remus had nearly landed in the lit fire. Lily was misfortunate enough to nearly have said tree wobble dangerously and nearly crash down on her until Potter was there, supporting its massive weight and getting many decorations in his face as she fell the rest of the way to the floor in exhaustion.

Madam Pomfrey would normally have them all on half a dozen potions to revitalize their energy and doing hourly check ups to make sure there were no ill side effects as well as feeding three square meals a day and making absolutely sure they were getting their rest with zero strenuous activity; getting flung around the universe was the opposite of what all of them needed right now.

Alice rushed over and helped Lily back to her feet as James finished straightening up the tree, trying to guide her towards the kitchen and up the stairs for the rooms, but Lily stubbornly dug in her heels and looked up. The book was resting near the top, it hadn't fallen out of the branches.

"We need to take a break hun," Alice pleaded just as much for her own sanity as her friends.

"I know," she promised, "I don't want to finish, I do not want to leave here yet. Just down to the last few paragraphs...just in case." She visibly exhaled, breathing really was a luxury she didn't indulge in enough.

"Ah," James nodded in understanding, and no one was going to deny her paranoia right now. He jumped without further ado, snatching the silver spine where the little green six was almost invisible amongst the fir needles, but wobbled as he landed and leaned against the tree for support now.

She watched with a heavy heart, had she not managed to heal the rest of his leg?

Shaking it off like nothing had happened, he flipped over the couch and landed next to Sirius, who was still sprawled from his original landing half off as he watched his little brother shake his hair back into place like looking at a photo of himself doing it, one mum and dad would never dream of taking after what he'd just done...Merlin he'd never respected that kid more than right now.

"A Very Frosty Christmas!" Prongs said with all the cheerfulness in the world for the dreary title.

Alice whispered for anyone, "would someone at least like something to eat then? Helps not to sleep on an empty stomach."

"Darling come sit down," Frank pleaded, especially when Lily visibly grimaced and rubbed at her stomach. She still waited until Lily curled up in the warmest chair by the fire and watched maternally as Regulus stumbled to the nearest couch, barely sitting on the edge before going to Frank's arms and listening as Harry recanted to Ron what he'd heard.

At least nothing too memorable in the following bit happened, just some normal Christmas cheer, the Marauders were even too exhausted to react to the fun idea of throwing knives at each other! Even Lupin making another friendly appearance felt like a pleasant thing, at first.

It didn't remain that way when Remus began defending Snape!

James looked up wearily from the book to his Moony sitting on the hearth, his somber look as he gazed into the flickering embers and twiddling with his wand to lower the music from moments ago replaced with one of pure loathing at all Snivilus had done to Harry and Sirius in this future, even Remus himself to some degree. The explanation, that all it had taken was Dumbledore's word and some potion would have sounded pathetic to him if it came from anyone else in the world but one of his best friends, who no longer had anyone in this future.

"Was that all it took to win you over?" Sirius asked, trying very hard not to frown at Moony but instead put in another joke. "All those Animagus years for nothing, just had to get you a bloody potion!"

"Don't say that Padfoot," was all Remus had in him to whisper, clamping his hands so tight in front of him he looked as if he were trying to stop from strangling something, like himself. Sirius and James had always been there for him when it mattered, he must have gone barmy without them!

Sirius finally sat up proper from his wonky position on the couch and kept watching in greater concern as Harry changed the subject by asking what he'd been out doing this whole time.

The answer made said werewolf jump to his feet and watch the book like his pants had been set on fire. "I'm what!" He'd never even met another of his kind, and he was out there living with them! He'd infiltrated and been living with other werewolves?! For how long!? This entire time, away from Sirius and Harry and everyone, all because Dumbledore had told him to?!

Sirius got up uneasily and went to his side, but Remus' angry words from before stopped him from doing anything. 'Privacy' he reminded himself, but it killed him to just stand here and do nothing as Moony watched Prongs read like it was his eulogy in the following deadly silence.

The story proceeded like he was being drowned and set on fire all at once, there was no air in here. He felt more immensely hot and uncomfortable in his skin than any transformation he'd yet suffered. His father had offended the worst of them all and Remus had paid the price. Now he was working under Greyback to try and convince others they had a chance at a decent life when he clearly wasn't even living that.

James couldn't take it anymore, he'd apologize to Evans later. He slammed the book shut and threw it with deadly accuracy, watching it sail out the window into the snow beyond like that would somehow dispel what he was watching his friend go through once more.

"You didn't know?" Alice easily deduced, watching the child in that photo scream as a monster made its minion in real life on his face.

He shook his head slowly in answer and then went outside into the cold December night, slamming the door behind him, the rest of the loose glass fell from the window.

Sirius bolted after him before the first snowflake had even fluttered in, dogging his path and assuring himself when Remus didn't turn around and yell at him to leave he'd done alright this time, he hadn't said or done anything in front of the others so this should be okay, even if it had been just as awful to see Moony like that as it had been Evans. He knew exactly how useless Prongs felt now. It didn't feel right to have done so though, not when Remus had so clearly needed...

He'd barely rounded the low garden wall before he finally whirled around and watched Sirius approach him. The weary look on Padfoot's face peaked his anger at himself, he really was destined to screw up every part of his life from the moment he'd been bitten. He just wanted the noise in his head to stop!

Remus' fingers were already like ice as he reached out and cupped his face, tears of anger or fear Sirius didn't know were frozen in place as he leaned in. He kissed him back with all the warmth in him even as he was pressed into a frozen branch and felt the icicles in his hair.

Moony pulled back still breathing in his face, the wild look only just abated as he spat, "Greyback! I have spent half my life pitying sodding Fenrir Greyback! I'm, what, supposed to be some sort of- no wonder my dad never lets me around anyone! Dumbledore's always kept an eye on me, it's a miracle that mutt hasn't come for me yet! Merlin Sirius, I don't know what to do, I don't want to- I can't-"

It wasn't just a nameless, faceless other like him to feel sorrow for on some accident. He was a pawn in a game he didn't even know was being played!

"You're not going anywhere Remus," Sirius stated, holding his hands in place, despite the fact they still seemed to be getting colder. He was trembling so hard it wouldn't surprise Sirius if he did transform.

"It was bad enough before!" His hot breath on his face was the only alive part of him, the rest of him was still glacially reacting, even he didn't seem to know if he was more afraid of this sudden development or angry at it. "I don't even want to go back anymore Sirius! I know we keep almost dying and shit, but I don't okay! Back there it'll, it'll be-" and he leaned in and kissed him again like he thought it would be his last.

His hands were in that long dark hair he loved so much, if he was hurting Sirius with as feverishly as he pressed into him Padfoot never tried to stop him, only pulled him in closer.

He'd stormed out here with a mad idea of being able to get far enough away he'd travel back in time enough to transform, wishing for it for the first time in his life just to get out of the screams of his youth that echoed in his head. The curse Greyback had set upon him would be the downfall of that monstrosity, he'd never change back until he returned the favor in kind and ripped his throat out!

Not with Sirius along though, he'd never risk having Padfoot in that fight, he would get himself killed. It was a simple fact in his mind then, to keep him pinned like this instead.

Nothing lasts forever.

When the anger was spent and the two watched each other to see what would happen next, Remus begged of him the only thing he could ask in this mess. "Sirius, please- please don't tell James about this," his voice was stuttering, but not from cold. If Padfoot told James, then the dream would be shattered, he couldn't just go back to pretending this would all be okay anymore. If James knew, if anyone else knew, Remus would have to wake up to the reality of this horrible future pressing him from all sides. A secret only worked so long as you didn't have to look at what was being hidden.

Sirius watched him for a long time with such sorrow in his eyes, for him he knew. He just wanted to help. He reached up and touched his neck, but Remus took it in both of his hands.

"I don't understand. Privacy, I know, I really am trying to get it, but- " Sirius sighed, watching Remus crush his hand in both of his and still not pulling away even as miserable as it was clearly making him when he agreed. "I won't tell, but I wish you would Remus, I really do."

The fright stayed at bay, only frozen for now, but he had no delusions that would last this time. Winter came and went like everything, and he'd melt into a puddle without them. He didn't know what to do though, he felt trapped. He never should have indulged this, but it was too late for that! He probably would have exploded long ago if he hadn't had this now.

If he tried pulling back, Sirius noticed and only started asking questions. If he admitted his crush now and Sirius didn't reciprocate in any meaningful way, who knew how awkward and distant he'd get. They'd still be friends, he knew they'd never abandon him for full moons at the very minimum, but like Sirius was only half-heartedly trying with Peter now, and he couldn't live with that!

It might even be better when they got back to school, Sirius would get distracted and maybe Remus could just go back to pretending like this never happened...if he was very, very non observant about where Sirius went with others ever again, and maybe tried seeing other people a bit more...or even kept himself busy hunting down Greyback...the distance would just become natural then. Like all unreciprocated feelings...

Instead he said nothing and just nodded, like he was conveying as much as he could right now he'd get there. He just didn't know where 'there' was. He released Sirius' hand, but Sirius just pulled him back into a hug, not saying a word as Remus buried his face in his neck like he could hide in his hair forever.

Eventually though Moony's shaking got so bad Sirius pleaded in his ear for them to go back inside, which Remus mercifully nodded to. The book had not resumed thankfully, and as Sirius peeked out first he even still saw it sitting right there in the snow. Holding his breath in hope, they crossed back over the threshold in relief to see the others asleep.

There were only three in front of the warm fire. Alice and Frank had gone off to Arthur and Molly's room, Lily to sleep in Percy's, and the other boys to pile around on the many available couches and chairs in here.

James watched Peter and Regulus curl up with many available throw blankets on the couches, but watched Sirius' little brother flip his hair around as he got comfortable and pat down the fluffy arm into a comfortable sort of pillow in mild fascination. It was the opposite of Sirius, who could fall asleep in any position on any surface. James whispered something he knew he'd owed the kid back in the other room. "Thanks, for Evans."

Regulus watched him for a few moments before actually shrugging, like he hadn't started this whole thing wishing them all dead. James couldn't even make the joke he'd done it for his own survival of getting out of here, that had been no self preservation, there had been no mistaking the look on his face. "It's what anyone would have done," he said simply enough as he laid out, like he was pretending he wouldn't be booted from his home for saying such a thing. Was he really that far in denial of how the rest of his lineage was? He was asleep before Peter's soft, self deprecating little noise even registered.

"I know Wormtail," James promised. "I hate myself for not reacting better that time too. What would we have done if we all thought of that though, huh? Started wrestling over the bezoar, maybe accidentally swallowed it ourselves?"

Peter gave a soft little laugh just like he always did, but James could hear how forced it was.

"You ever tell anyone it was you who saved us from the basilisk?" James asked curiously, which was a fat lot more good than he'd ever done.

"Like that's some great thing, being bait," Peter shot back quietly. "About as useful as keeping Moony distracted while you get him off. No, Prongs, I don't think anyone's wanted to remember that giant snake long enough to know or care that detail."

"Don't sell yourself so short mate," he scolded as he kept his eyes on the door but stayed in his own chair upright. "We all need to stay on our toes, and you can get us out of a few scrums the rest of us can't."

Peter didn't entirely agree, getting out wasn't the same as being useful, why Regulus was asking him instead of Sirius about that animagus stuff still boggled his mind. Even as on the outs with his brother as he was, it was unbearably obvious who was still the better at magic, even James had unconsciously known the same even if he was nicer about it. He whispered his thanks to Prongs anyways and fell asleep too.

James removed his glasses but only fought off his itching eyes long enough to see them heading back through the repaired window and slip inside. Sirius grabbed the last few available blankets and whispered something in Remus' ear.

Remus couldn't have protested the offer, not now, as Padfoot cocooned the blanket around them both, while Sirius sat against the warm hearth. His head rested on the inside of Sirius' thigh as he shivered and didn't fight back a sob anymore. Sirius just ran his hand gently up and down his back all night while the snow piled into the repaired windows.

He'd kept telling daddy all week there was a monster looking down through his window, but Lyall would just sleepily give his son a kiss and turn another light on for him as he went back to bed. There were three now plus the one in the hall, but there were still shadowy corners in his room. The darkness moved and crept slowly into a shape. Not quite human, and not quite animal, naked in the bare light of the full moon, skin twitching in anticipation and pleasure as the monster licked his lips, the sores and blood caked into every crease of his hairy face. Remus screamed but the cracking bones drowned him out-

He groaned softly as the arms held him and whispered in his ear before easing off. He didn't know what was said, but he believed it.

The bite did not come, two distinct shapes fought the animal off, back away from him... but there was something wet, dripping on him, blood?

Drip. Drip.

Cracking one blurry eye open, he found himself hugging a pillow on the floor in a cocoon of blankets that still felt warm, but James' smug expression was hovering over him, and his heart thudded in confusion as another warm plop fell on his nose.

"Up and attem Moony! You know I'll sit on you if you don't."

"Why do I put up with you?" He groaned, rolling over and burying his face into the pillow. The next drip hit the back of his neck and he moaned, moving one hand sluggishly to brush at the slightly sticky feeling.

"You mean besides my charms, good looks, and masterful Quidditch skills?" He asked, before continuing said threat and sitting on his back.

Remus groaned louder and muffled a cry for help that went ignored, there was only a slight lull in voices not too far off in the background and a barking laugh. "You're awful at Charms, your hair is a laughing stock, and your humbleness could topple mountains!" He shot back as he tried to wiggle out.

"At least you know not to diss the important details," James nodded in approval as he got up, now offering him a hand.

Remus took it with still scrunched up eyes, finally seeing in his other hand a warm glass of eggnog he was no longer trying to torture him with. His eyes blinked fuzzily for a moment in confusion though as he saw what he had on.

"Got you a present!" James crowed, throwing a partially wrapped gift his face caught.

"Stealing Weasley sweaters now? Have you no shame?" He asked warmly as he unwrapped the maroon one and shrugged it on, it even fit rather well.

"None whatsoever. I told Sirius that would fit," James grinned, "bean pool you two are."

"Unlike yours," he chuckled. The bright pink material was stretched tightly over his shoulders, his arms looked like he'd tapped bits of wood on they were so stiff and wouldn't bend right, the edge would not quite reach his waist as it should. The golden G was stretched comically into something closer to a Q.

"Evans won't be able to keep her eyes off of me!" He said grandly, before wincing a bit and finally dropping some of the enthusiasm. He'd done this as planned, Moony was smiling at the sight of the absurdity. Sirius had certainly been all for it when he'd woken up and seen him still hovering over Remus like he hadn't slept at all. What had come out of his mouth had been pure autopilot and hadn't even occurred to him until now.

"She's alright Prongs," Remus said at once. "I know she'd never hold it against you, nobody saw that coming."

"Yeah," he muttered, watching the door to the noisy kitchen still for several moments before swallowing and making a very painful smile, "first time that woman's ever flirted with me and I get her poisoned. Think that's the cosmic universe telling me to drop it?"

"You did no such thing," Remus said firmly now, sighing in relief when James dragged his eyes back to him. "If Sirius and I had drank that in Slughorn's room, we'd have been dead before anyone even knew what happened. You probably saved all of our lives by being a nosy git Prongs."

He'd winced for the blunt statement, but gave himself a firm shake and a real smile again. "Stop distracting me Moony!" He scolded with a fond clap on the shoulder that made a tear appear under his armpit and steering him towards the others now. "Alice is making a feast in there, and she's threatened if we don't all help, we starve."

"That woman wouldn't let Snape go hungry," he scoffed.

"I wouldn't test her," James chuckled, "she's already at her limit trying to convince Sirius to lift a wand."

"Poor thing has no idea what she's getting herself into," Remus said in genuine pity. Padfoot would eat a meal of grubs before he admitted he had no idea how to do any house-hold spells.

They entered to see she'd found a compromise though. He looked exhausted, but he was utterly delighted to be smashing parsnips the Muggle way and trying not to get any on his blue sweater, also with a golden G imprinted on it that was far too large around the shoulders and bagged under his arms, leaving him having to concentrate with effort. He was doing a remarkably poor job of that and making a great mess.

Peter and Regulus were sitting across from him casually enough with no clear tension in the air as Regulus guided his wand carefully to knead some dough and Peter was cutting up vegetables the Muggle way, stopping occasionally to use a silver sweater as a dishrag, the glint of the golden P on it flashing in and out of focus. Remus' heart twinged why Molly had still bothered for the prat before eagerly jumping in to help, offering to make dessert.

They ate in alternating comfortable quiet and soft mutters. The shock of 'yesterday' still felt heavy in the room, and Sirius cleaned his third plate in record time and could not take any more silence right now. He looked up with every intention of making a joke at Prongs, only for his eyes to land on Evans.

She was running her finger over the rim of her still full drink, a mountain of uneaten food on her plate with barely a bite touched. Alice kept shooting her worried looks and even reached over past Frank at one point to teasingly steal a bit of turkey. Lily had laughed and tried to keep eating, but it was clear her stomach nor heart was really in it.

Sirius slugged back the rest of his own drink, refilled it, and then set it in front of her with a very teasing, "don't worry, I didn't spike it."

She grimaced and felt herself turn a little green around the edges, but sighed when she saw him wince. She knew he'd been trying to make her laugh, but she still felt tender on the inside even looking at the food, let alone anything liquid again.

Frank glowered at him and opened his mouth to say something at her side, even taking his arm off the back of Alice's chair to straighten up, but his girlfriend brushed her nails along his spine in a silent urge to wait. Sirius was trying to help, in his way, and she really hoped it worked as their patient silence hadn't.

Sirius reached over and plucked it away again with a cheerful, "oh I know! You're the Queen of the Slug Club, so you need a royal tester first! How could I forget?" He took a noisy slurp, making sure to let some run down his chin so there's no way he could fake it before setting down the now half empty glass in front of her, and smiled. It softened his features so much it was remarkable.

"As if I want to drink your backwash," she half-heartedly scolded, but Sirius smiled wider to see she'd lost the nauseous look at least as she stared back.

He tipped his feet up on the table and rocked for a few moments as he kept eyeing her, before grinning with that mischievous look she used to loath so much. He let himself fall back to all fours then and leaned in conspiratorially now, "bet you a shot of it I can make Peter laugh with just one word."

Evans pursed up her lips, but he'd guessed right. She could not resist a challenge. Guess she was a bit like Prongs. "Alright," she finally agreed.

Sirius was grinning in triumph already as he turned with maddening timing, Wormtail had just started taking a sip of his own drink as Sirius shouted, "Spoons!"

The poor guy coughed and spluttered half his drink out his nose and down his front, the rest of the glass ruined the sweater. Even as Regulus thumped him on the back and offered him napkins with a disgruntled look, it was clear to all Peter was laughing mirthlessly.

"Padfoot!" He moaned while rubbing at his face. "You swore you'd stop doing that!"

"Eggnog was not in the terms of our agreement!" He happily barked back.

"Add it to the list you arse!" He snickered.

Lily cursed softly, she should have known better, but turned back to him very curiously, "you swear that's not some old hex on him?"

"On my wand," he said at once, crossing his heart. "Marauders swear!"

"Then what's the joke?" She finally asked with a bit of a giggle.

"Uh uh, pay up first," he tapped the drink. "The story's worth another shot."

She sighed, swallowed her sense of disgust for the feeling of anything going down her throat again, and picked up the glass while meeting his eyes. Fighting back a gag, she threw it in her mouth, forced the rich flavor to sit on her tongue for a visible moment, and down the hatch it went. She exhaled and tried not to look at anybody as the tension began easing out of the room, she really hadn't thought the others noticed.

"Atta girl," he beamed. "Round two?"

"Yes, alright," she agreed at once this time.

Sirius threw his shoulders back with pride as he took off, "okay, so Christmas time last year right? We were still working on our Animagus bits, and Prongs here got his antlers stuck on his head, happened all the time, but we had Quidditch practice and he was trying really hard to get them back away. Wormtail though got the bright idea to dare challenge me to try decorating them in the meantime! I couldn't let that stand!"

"He's being literal," James nodded with a resigned sigh. "I think he'd explode otherwise." He paused with an odd look on his face, but Sirius grinned at him as always for the add in, nothing like extra details to make a story!

"So we start running around the room grabbing everything we could to put on him, socks and shit, Pete starts jabbing old homework assignments on him like mock papier-mâché while James is cursing us blue in the face, but I grabbed up," he paused for dramatic effect. They were all smiling in anticipation now. "A spoon! So, couldn't just chuck it, that wouldn't be any fun-"

"Oh the horrors," James interrupted lightly, crossing his arms and making a visible tear line on both sleeves which he didn't even seem to notice.

"And I couldn't magic it on, that would be cheating!"

"Something he's never done on his life," James smirked.

"So I licked it, and it actually stuck to the fuzzy bits!"

He preened in delight as the seven of them all got a laugh at that mental image. Lily obligingly sipped her drink once more, but Sirius wasn't quite done. "Peter laughed hysterically, I can't even describe it right, he pissed himself and it was glorious!"

"Did you have to add that bit," he protested back. "Two shots says I can get them all to laugh at the time you got fleas!"

Sirius spluttered in protest, but Lily shushed him and watched with delight. The game escalated, they started piling the last of the food into one bowl to make a huge mess of turkey and pudding and daring others to eat it if they laughed at the next story. James was so enthusiastic while telling about Moony meeting a centaur he ripped Ginny's sweater entirely and had to shrug on Fred's before they'd let him finish. It fit him even worse than Sirius and seemed to swallow him whole and he did not care. They all failed miserably and ate the concoction, which wasn't arguably that bad.

All full and laughing now, Remus finally gave Sirius a soft kick to get him to stop that and volunteered to go back to the book with only the barest hint of unease still in his voice. Sirius still didn't get up until after he and James did and fought the urge to put his hand on Moony's back as he went after them.

They lounged semi-comfortably once more under blankets in front of the fire, and Remus still made no real protest as he sat under the same blanket with him, backs on the wall right next to the fire while James went outside to fetch the book. Sirius had resisted the urge to throw his arm over the back of the chair half the meal as they got comfortable and been discreet with his hand on his knee, petting gently with only his finger tips. James had noticed no such thing on his other side, eyes still on Evans even as he tried to actively pretend otherwise now.

He let his hand creep gently, the thick blanket made it non-obvious he was sure, aware of every movement, but nobody was purposely looking at them. It was a miracle none of them had asked any further questions, and whether it was lingering awkwardness or pity neither of them were going to ask as Sirius put his hand gently back on his leg.

Remus made a huffy little noise, but it was that indulgent sigh he always used right before he added into their prank as he grabbed Sirius' hand, but held it this time so Sirius couldn't start up again. It had been soothing at first, but then putting ungentlemanly thoughts in his head the longer it went on, and he didn't really buy the others would let them just casually go snog out in the snow again.

Sirius gave a remorseless grin and happily interwove their fingers. Then he saw Alice and Frank doing the same thing and pulled his hand back with a quick apology, earning a bizarre look. Shit, he still had no idea what boundaries Remus was after, and he'd never spent this much time around someone after so much repeated physical intimacy. Remus bunched up the blanket around them and stretched uncomfortably, they only had moments left as Prongs came back in dusting snow off the book and himself as he leaned in and whispered, "alright?" Touching his hand to be clear, though he'd crossed his arms with an aggrieved look so he was probably an idiot for asking. It was the only comfort he could still think to offer him though.

He received a spectacular snort for his efforts and Remus actually smiling as James flipped to the chapter while he said, "yes Padfoot," perfectly normally, turning his palm to meet him with his own curious amusement.

"Just checking," he muttered as Remus shifted again, the blanket barely moving with him as he dropped his arms and held his hand under it again with a delighted smile.

He hadn't protested when Sirius did this at Hermione's place, but he'd been so annoyed back in the apothecary when he'd casually touched him then, and he was starting to get a headache keeping track of when this was and wasn't allowed. Did a door have to be closed? That's when he was most comfortable. He had not liked the way Moony had talked out in that garden, a distance he kept trying to intermittently instill between them or something else altogether, but he couldn't ask now.

Sirius burned to ask if Remus was ashamed to be with him in that way, but feared asking would only make Remus fluently deny it and pull away further, something that felt intolerable to him now.

James had reacted right before his son had spoken up, so the very first thing he read was Harry unintentionally and almost repeating one of their very many werewolf jokes, his son practically saying Moony's furry little problem, and then Professor Lupin getting a good laugh out of it. The Marauders got a particularly cheerfully snicker for that one at least.

"And nobody really questions that?" Frank finally asked in amusement. He admittedly hadn't before everything as well, but they'd been dealing with a lot.

"I know I never thought about them long enough to do so," Lily shrugged. "Far as I know, nobody in the common room thinks twice about it."

"You're not exactly the social butterfly though Evans," Sirius cheerfully reminded. She flipped him the bird, and he laughed so hard the blanket started to fall from his shoulders and he didn't even twitch to put it back up.

"Peter keeps an ear out if anyone does look twice," Remus half heartedly explained the rest.

It still wasn't comfortable to any of the four of them to be explaining this, it had been their secret for too long to feel natural, but sharing so many of their stories had helped ease that away, and nobody asked for more. Thankfully the subject was changed to a horrible dream being the last of the real unpleasantness. Then Harry woke up to presents, with Ron getting a remarkable necklace from Lavender, and what should have been a nice meal before Percy and the Minister showed up.

That did not go well, and they all shifted and grumbled unpleasantly for the Ministry still trying to use Harry as some sort of poster boy after all he'd been through last year. James finished with an ugly twist of his lips even as he cheered for his son getting the final word in.

[neoarchipelago]

Citrus, Cauldron and Gun Powder Chapter 2 (Witch!reader x John Wick)

A/N: Well, this is pretty dark, enjoy, don't hesitate to leave a feedback... Hum yeah.. idk

This is highly inspired by this song:

Word count : 3 024 

Warning: BLOOD, CURSING, CREEPY STUFF

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You didn't move. You still held onto Neko without making a sound. You were trying to control your breathing and your wrecked brain. That feeling of blurriness as the dark magic floods through your veins was addictive. You simply looked away, not wanting to stare at him any longer. The whispers who had been so loud a few seconds ago were finally shutting up and you closed your eyes, feeling the usual burning in them that finally told you that your eyes had gotten back to normal. You heard John move but you decided to stay still. You knew he wouldn't try anything. 

His voice made you slightly jump. 

"Are you ok?" 

You looked at him wide eyed. The tears had flooded your cheeks. He was sitting down, his back against the wall of the hallway, looking at you. He wasn't… scared? You nodded slightly, confused. However none of you moved. The silence was deafening but it was always better than the voices. You stayed like this for a few minutes and when you were finally ready to speak to him, you looked up, only to find him sound asleep. He was still hurt and had probably passed out. 

"You should take care of him. He tried to save you (y/n)." Neko spoke. 

You sighed and looked around the room. The moonlight was lighting up the room just fine, the dying fire of the fireplace glowing. There was broken glass everywhere… dead bodies… everywhere. The sight almost made you hear those awful little whispers once more. You groaned at the mess you were in once more. 

"I'm a fucking idiot." You let out, your voice raspy from the silent cries. 

You stood up slowly, taking a deep breath. He knew. You couldn't turn back time. You had to face it. Taking another huge breath, you took back control of all of your senses and got to work. A spell to the broken window, another to the broken door. More wood in the fireplace and another levitation spell for John. His dog walked with you upstairs and laid down on the bed next to him. Letting Neko walk into the room as well, you walked out and closed the door yourself behind you. The soft sound of the lock echoing through the house. The silence was suffocating, almost too perfect for what you were about to do. You let yourself slide down the door and sat on the ground. The cracking noises of the house perfectly clear, the eyes in the shadows perfectly visible. You were too familiar with this environment. With the darkness and what lied in it. 

Taking a deep breath you finally spoke out the words you knew way too well. Singing the macabre lullaby in a soft whisper.

" Glowing eyes in the dark, little evil lights,

let me hear how they bark, show me their bites. 

Let them roam free in my kingdom, as it is filled with poor wisdom, 

let them eat what's forgotten,the bodies and soul of the rotten" 

The groaning sounds echoed and you stared at the dark hallway, with the stairs at the end of it. The sound of paws hitting the ground, bites, growls, barks. You knew it wouldn't take long for the hellhounds to take care of the bodies, and you knew how fresh human blood was tempting to them. Your one job was to make sure they ate the dead and let the living alone until you threw them back into their dark little garden.  Not every witch knew how to summon hellhounds, those deadly beasts didn't hesitate on attacking witches, and other poor souls who were stupid enough to call them. You however… you were familiar with hellhounds. You had long reached dark paths of magic that many witches wouldn't dream of. You had befriended the demons hiding underneath children's bed, the wraiths in the graveyards, the whispers in the darkness that you don't think twice about or that gush of wind that makes you shiver unknowingly of what's hovering above you. The stairs screeched. 

The shadow in the mirror that you are unaware of when you go to the bathroom at night. The paws walked up, stair by stair.

The thing you don't see staring at you when you're sleeping soundly. The growling intensified. You closed your eyes, feeling the familiar burn in your pupils. 

Or even… the glowing eyes in your closet at night. Or the ones of the evil little creatures who are just waiting for you to turn your back. You opened your now black eyes to stare into bright glowing red ones. The creature was hardly recognizable in the darkness. The dog like figure, with ripped skin, evil eyes, sharp claws stood watching you, halted by the darkness surrounding you. The soft black smoke escaped from you, your hair, your skin. It felt empowering. It did. That power rushing through you, the pure energy you had gotten perfectly used to. It was empowering to see a hellhound yelp at your sight, and run away. But it was also poisonous, for you and everything around you. The howling sounds grew more distant, until nothing was heard anymore. You stood up sighing. 

You walked down stairs looking around to check for any.. leftovers. There was still blood everywhere, but no bodies to see. You smirked and you knew you probably looked just as evil as those things hiding in the dark, with your pitch black eyes, that soft smoke rising around you and the devilish smirk on your lips. You couldn't exactly check that though, you had absolutely zero mirror in the house. Not that you were afraid of the things hiding inside of them. But out of fear of the darkness inside your own self reflecting into them. 

You had to clean up the splattered blood, and the pools of the red liquid on your beautiful dark wood floor. You could just throw a spell to clean it up, but you needed an occupation right now for many reasons. You walked into the kitchen, the sound of pan's hitting each other slightly heard. You wondered what creature had just escaped as you had stepped in but shrugged it off. Grabbing a sponge, something to scrub the floor and a bucket that you filled with water, you walked back into the Hallway. Kneeling down you started to scrub down the pools of blood on the ground. 

The little voices all around the house filled your ears. They laughed, and screamed just for you to hear and you scrubbed the floor harder. Your breathing quickening, you put more strength into your work, more than necessary. Tears filled your eyes, not out of fear or out of sadness but out of rage. Listening to the nonsense of the spirits and the villains that hid behind the darkness was truly maddening. Throwing away the bloodied sponge you exploded. 

"Enough! Shut up!" You half yelled in rage. 

Silence fell as you closed your eyes. You had long stopped to fear them, but you still remembered the first moments when you had fell deeply into darkness. You remember those nights awake, curled up in your bed, knowing they'd come for you. And they did. But they had not found a soft little girl curled up in fear. 

The floor creaked behind you and opened your eyes. Which creature was stupid enough to sneak up on you? 

"(y/n)?" 

Your breath caught in your throat. A stupid creature indeed, but with such a deep and soothing voice. You found yourself almost automatically losing your dark eyes as they were back into usual (e/c) ones. You turned around slowly, looking up at the towering figure. 

"Please… don't sneak up on me John." You let out.

He nodded, and none of you moved. 

"Who were you talking to?" His deep voice filled your ears once more. 

You looked at him frowning a bit, opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. As no answer seemed to reach him, he spoke once more. 

"Nevermind. I don't think I want to know yet." He let out in a low voice. 

You smiled weakly at him. Looking back down at your dirty floor you grabbed your sponge once more and dipped it into the water bucket. John moved, grabbing something as well and started to scrub the floor with you. 

"You should rest, you're still not fully healed." You said softly. 

"I'm much better than I should be. Thanks to someone" he finished eyeing you knowingly. 

You looked away and kept cleaning up the blood that splattered on the wall.  Silence fell once more.

"I didn't thank you for it." 

You looked at him, nodding at him. You didn't want to  be thanked. You were a witch, witch healed. It was a normal behavior. Even if you hadn't healed anyone in a while before John. Going back to your task you found the moment perfectly soothing. And in no time everything would be clean.

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You looked around at the perfectly clean room as you sighed. John looked around as well before walking into the kitchen, you following him. He cleaned the sponges in the sink as you stood not too far. Glancing at the wall you noticed the bullet impact on the wall. The bullet that didn't meet its target. You sighed again and put your hand over it, as if hiding it. Whispering another spell, you took off you hand to a perfectly fixed wall. When you looked back at John he was staring at you. 'oh. Right. I forgot.' 

You eyed each other not moving. You knew he was going to ask it. You were waiting for that question. And you knew you couldn't lie. 

"What are you?"

You looked at him frowning once more and repeated your previous ritual. You opened your mouth to speak, without finding the right words. But you had to find something to say. So you went for the blunt truth, with no explanation. 

"A witch." 

No reaction. 'really??' you wanted to speak out but you prefered not to push it, you looked away. 

"And…" you looked up at him. " Do all witches talk so little? Or is it just you?" You gasped "because I've never been so forced to talk to someone in my entire life." 

You chuckled at his frown. 

"What do you want to know?" You finally let out. 

"Everything." His tone made you shiver but you nodded nevertheless. 

You walked into the living room, John following you. As you both sat on the couch, you sighed and looked at him. 

"You have to be more specific, or it'll take months. What do you wish to know?" You said. 

"How did you got to me?" 

You frowned at how the question sounded. 

"I didn't got to you. You ended up in my path trust me you cause me more trouble than anything else!" You let out coldly. 

It must have angered him because he rose from the couch and spoke just as coldly. 

"Ok, I don't have time to deal with a kid, even less a brat." He spoke just as coldly. 

You felt your own rage rise as you rose from the couch as well. 

"I beg your pardon? I'm probably fucking older than you and look who's talking Mister Sunshine." You let out, your voice dripping of sarcasm.

You both froze. Alright. This conversation had not started well. You sighed, but keeping a frown on your face you spoke out. 

"I was just passing by next to that hotel. The street had been entirely closed up and it was perfect for me to go home faster. I found your dog, who led me to you. I wasn't really going to… meddle in human affairs. But people were coming by and I heard they wanted to kill you. I have to be honest with you I didn't really think when I brought you home but it was already done so I helped you." You finished letting yourself fall back down on the couch, folding your arms on your chest. 

He mimicked you, and silence fell. Your eyes looked into the fire burning softly in the fireplace. 

"How are you probably older than me?" He asked, his tone tainted in confusion. 

You smirked. 

"Witches age differently compared to other living things. In some cases, they may never die unless killed. It depends on a variety of reasons and factors but we still live much longer than humans" you explained. 

"So. How old are you?" He asked looking at you. 

"Over 350 years old." You said in a smirk. 

"Definitely older than me, grandma." He mumbled. 

You glared at him, but his smirk made your anger vanish. He looked almost alright. It made your heart soften, and you mentally wondered why. 

"Are all witches like you? You look… powerful." He asked again. 

This time you felt yourself grow anxious. 

"No… they're not." You looked away. 

"So you guys have like? Meetings?" He kept asking away. 

"We do… but… I'm not part of it anymore." You let out, your eyes losing focus into the flames. 

"Why not?" 

You didn't answer. Memories flooding your mind. You curled up in the couch, your arms around your knees. Still not managing to actually look at him, you mumbled out something, hoping he'd let it go. 

"I got cast away." 

You could feel his stare burning into you. You were silently hoping it wasn't going to speak out that question. 

"Why?" 

And he did. You sighed. What were you losing on telling him? Perhaps he would do just the same right after, and you'd learn more about him. 

"I've always been… more or less cast away. I was born in a perfect little witch family, and I was the little girl my parents always wanted. But I was… different. I attracted darker energy, and I danced with darker spirits. I scared away the other kids when we played and practiced. I was… more prone to black magic we'd say. My parents quickly decided it wasn't good for the blood line so I lived with my grandma and she taught me everything. I learned to be good, to do good, and to cast aside anything dark. Around...1692…" John frowned, probably still not used to such old dates. "I fell in love…" your eyes were stuck in the flames that seemed to dance like a fire you once knew. 

"He was sweet, and I wanted to be his forever. Of course it was complicated. And things turned dark." Your eyes stung with tears. 

"What happened?" John softly asked, pushing you to keep going.

"The witch trials started. I don't exactly remember why or how, but many of us were being hunted down and killed. My grandma wanted to us run away, but I didn't want to leave. Because of him. I know I should have been more careful… I ended up being caught by his own father who sentenced me to burn at the stake. It's so cliché" You finished in a sour laugh. "I was kept in a cage, and he came to save me in the night… obviously we were caught. My grandma tried to save us both… but she was killed…" it was hard to speak in between your breath that hitched through the sobs you were containing. 

"And… his own father… killed him…"  rage filled you once more the memory so vivid. "I..I was… so... filled... with rage… that I forgot everything that I was taught … and I let the darkness take control…" you were angrily crying on your couch, now, the presence of John almost erased. 

"What did you do?" The question fell out of his lips and reached you without truly bringing you back to reality.

"I killed them… I killed them all… I burnt the village and the villagers… I let monsters ...roam free into the streets. I gave them what they wanted… an evil little monster…" tears fell slowly, as your eyes saw in the flames the same ones that burnt everything so long ago. 

"Did you love him?" John's voice sounded lower and angrier. 

"More than anything…" you spoke letting out another tear. "After that… the coven I was part of… that my… family was part of, decided I couldn't live any longer… my own parents were instructed to kill me… but unfortunately for them, I was lost in dark place, and I was the one that killed them. Seeing me as a threat for them, they stopped hunting me, the other witches and warlocks. But they cast me away. I am no longer allowed to contact them, or deal with them, any of them." You finished wiping away your tears. Trying to breathe calmly again. "I'm just… a monster for them… and they're probably right…you should be scared of me" you finished looking down.

"A monster is not afraid of another monster." 

His words made you look at him in confusion. You watched his lips, his movements, as he explained his own story. His job, his encounter with the woman who changed everything… the way she died and the puppy he was gifted with. Hearing the death of the poor thing made your own blood boil… you don't know what you'd do if someone killed Neko. You listened how he hunted down the awful boy and killed everyone in his way, but his past came crushing on him after that. You heard his troubles and the way he was so lost down that path that he crossed a sacred line, turning him excommunicado. You saw yourself in that story. You felt the same pain… 

"I'll help you. If you want me to of course … I'll help you John. You'll find peace." You told him, looking at him in the eyes. 

"Only if you allow me to help you find yours…" he spoke leaving you baffled. 

Help ...you? 

It has been a while since someone had wanted to help you. But you nodded, sealing a contract between you two that would intertwine both of your life in a way you never expected.

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[royalnugget42]

Because of You

This is short Sabriel thing set after s13.

Hurt/comfort so angst will abound, you’ve been warned.

@lovemesomecas94

It’s like 1:00 am and I’m sick as a dog so sorry if it’s not great I just needed to clear some creative juices.

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Gabriel tried to move. He felt slow, groggy, like he’d just woken from a hundred year nap. For a moment he didn’t open his eyes, choosing instead to savor the rest he had left. It didn’t last long. He quickly took notice of the complete absence of sensory input, the way the air didn’t smell, and the way the surface he lay on was neither hot nor cold. There was no sound, not even the steady hum of human souls he’d grown accustomed to.

He pulled in breath sharply, his eyes flying open and staring out into nothing at all. Memories flashed through his head. The other dimension. Michael’s unexpected arrival. A sharp pain under his ribs and a burning all through his chest, right up into his eyes. Sam.

He had died. Michael killed him. And now he was...wherever angels go when they run out of time. Unsteadily he rose to his feet marveling at the sheer blankness of everything around him. It was just so empty.

“Oh, not again.”

Surprised, Gabriel whirled to meet the eyes of his younger brother. He looked so strange in this place, trench coat immaculate, blue eyes practically glowing, yet he had a deep grimace set into face, like he was nursing a bad headache.

“Castiel?” he wondered, even as he knew it couldn’t be him. He was safe on earth, probably still pining after Dean Winchester.

“Not quite,” the stranger answered, high pitched and drawling. “I live here. In fact I’m usually the only one living here, but lately, it seems I just can’t get proper sleep anymore.”

Gabriel braced against the strange ground, and lifted himself to his feet. He briefly thought about fighting, then dismissed the thought. Whatever this thing was, it was likely far more powerful than him in this place. And, if he was being truly honest, he didn’t want to leave. Whatever this place was, there was likely some penance that had finally come due, and he knew he deserved every second of it.

“Well?” the stranger asked impatiently. “Aren’t you going to whine about how you need to get back, how you need to save your friends?”

“No. They don’t need me,” he answered hollowly. He glanced around, searching for something material, anything his eyes could cling to. “I assume this is my hell.”

The stranger snorted, then cackled, pure and colder than Lucifer’s ice. Gabriel frowned, questioning, but the thing just kept laughing.

“So rarely do I get to know someone without reading their thoughts!” He paused again to laugh, while Gabriel continued to stare at him, confused. Anger began to build up in his chest.

“What makes you think you know me?” he shouted, his voice extraordinarily muted compared to the piercing ring of the entity before him.

“Oh please, your thoughts are written on your face, your hands, over every inch of your nonexistent soul. Out of every being I’ve met, you are the first one that actually wants to be here, which means you truly think you deserve to suffer. Goodness, I am just dying to know what you did that was so horrible.”

He looked down, remembering. His fear, his cowardice. Fleeing from his family because he was too scared to save them from each other. His treatment of the Winchesters just because he loathed the thought of what they could become, then hiding from a world that needed his help. Yes, he deserved whatever pain and misery came next.

“Well, sorry, but even if I wanted to keep you here, I just can’t, not with you awake. I do like my sleep.” Without another word, he vanished, sinking into the darkness.

Gabriel blinked, and gasped as he tasted fresh air, his senses suddenly overloaded after the featureless void. Bright sunlight filtered through the trees above him, he was dressed just as he had been when...he panicked, feeling for the phantom wound in his stomach. He found nothing, just his normal layers of cloth and skin.

After his ears stopped ringing and his eyes cleared he saw he was on the side of a highway, under the shade of a few trees. It looked familiar, though most places on earth shared a vague similarity. Trees reminded him of the bunker, the Winchesters, and Sam.

Thinking of Sam felt like getting stabbed again, but he knew he should go to him. Just to be sure he was alright. Then he would vanish again, and forget about everything. He smiled to himself. “Still a liar,” he thought guiltily.

—————————————————————

Sam woke up with a jolt. He had dreamt of Gabriel again. He wondered briefly why his brain forced him to keep seeing his face, his sly, annoying, smile. Just another in a long line of people who were gone because of him.

The sound of his phone ringing had stirred him. It was probably Cas, likely with an update on Michael. On Dean. Part of him didn’t want to pick up, didn’t want to remember what had happened to his brother, who had once again sacrificed himself for him. He reached over to his phone as it stopped, but was surprised to see an unknown caller ID. He waited for the them to call again, but there was nothing. “Probably spam,” he thought absentmindedly, lifting himself out of bed.

He wandered around the kitchen, apathetically putting together his breakfast. It was eerily quiet, but in his stupor Sam didn’t care to notice. That is until he noticed the rustling of wings and the vague but piercing scent of miscellaneous candies. He didn’t turn around, because he was afraid, afraid that the feeling would vanish and he’d be faced with an empty bunker and the sound of guilt.

“Heya handsome.”

Sam pulled in a sharp breath and turned to face Gabriel the archangel.

“I suppose you must have a lot of questions, but I can’t-“

“How?” Sam interjected. His face was a slack mask, dispassionate and empty. Gabriel sighed and moved out of the corner, for once, at a loss.

“I don’t know Sammy. I was dead, but I guess whatever afterlife I fell into didn’t like the taste.” He paused a moment to let Sam speak, but he remained silent. Gears were turning in his head but for once Gabriel couldn’t read them. “Well, now you know. I think I’ll be on my way now.”

He started to turn but as he did Sam closed the distance between them, latching onto his hand. They held each other’s eyes, letting the moments stretch. Sam held on to Gabe’s hand, as though anchoring himself, then dropped it and his gaze.

“Gabriel my brother is in trouble. Michael got through to our world. Dean gave himself to Michael in order to save me,” he recounted, his eyes tethered to the floor.

He heard Gabriel scoff. “And what? You think I’m going to be any help? Tell me Sam, what happened the last time I went against him? You don’t want me on your team.”

“Yes I do,” Sam said forcefully. “You’re one of the bravest people I know.”

His eyes flared. “I’m. Not. Brave. Sammy I’ve run every chance I’ve gotten. I am a coward. You’ve said it yourself.”

“Look, you’ve run away a few times, but you always save our necks when it counts-“

“No, this is where you shut it, Sam!” he barked. As he noticed the expression on Sam’s face he subsided, tone evening out, but the fire in his eyes betrayed the emotions building behind them. “I’m going to tell you my story, Sam. My real story. From the top.”

—————————————————————

“It starts with my family. Dad and Michael and Raphael versus Lucifer, all telling me to choose a side, but I could never choose, no matter how I justified each cause. I knew I was supposed to be the peacemaker, the reasonable middle child but I convinced myself it wasn’t necessary, that they could work out their issues on their own. Lucifer gets kicked out, and I was so afraid that I’d be next on the chopping block. I found Loki, and he gave me everything I ever wanted. In my own way, I learned to love humanity, just as my father asked me to.

“Fast forward a couple millennia, and in comes Sam and Dean Winchester. Naturally I knew the destiny you were a part of, and I hated you for it. I steered clear though, kept my nose clean of all your business until you came knocking on my door. I’ll be honest, I wanted to kill you the second I laid eyes on you. I mean, you’re the vessel of Lucifer, destined to bring the Apocalypse and on top of everything you’ve gotta be adorable?” he paused for an exasperated laugh.

“I knew I couldn’t reveal myself though, so I played my part. I allowed myself to die, so you wouldn’t go looking for me anymore. I forgot about you, about everything all over again but you found me again, and I hated you even more.” He stopped and turned to look at Sam, his eyes as vulnerable, sorrowful. “I’m so sorry for what I did to you.”

He didn’t give him a chance to respond, continuing the bitter monologue. “After that, you found out who I was, and I still stayed away, until I heard that you’d been taken by the pagan gods. I knew I had to do something, and for once I realized I wasn’t scared off. I prepared backup plan after backup plan. Maybe I thought that by dying a hero’s death, you might come to see me as that. A hero.

“Once again, I turned tail and began to forget, letting myself fall back into those same patterns I had grown accustomed to. Asmodeus got his hands on my and I spent the next few years as his personal Grace tap. He broke me, Sam, well and truly. I retreated into myself. Nobody would hurt me, I thought, if I forgot how to feel, how to fight back. I let myself become that whimpering miserable thing Ketch brought you.”

There were silent tears rolling down his cheeks now. Before he could continue, Sam spoke up, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Gabriel you endured so much. It was never your fault, and it’s okay to be scared. Lucifer, Loki, Asmodeus, even me and my brother were all wrong about you. In the end you gave your life to save us.”

“That’s just it, Samshine. I never did it for your brother, or my brothers or the greater good or even the end of the world,” he whispered. “Everything brave I ever did, I did because of you. Because you suffered through everything I threw at you, because you faced the destiny assigned to you and spat in its face, and because you were under Lucifer’s foot for a century and you can still stand on two feet. Because when I saved you from that douchebag Asmodeus I was only returning the favor.” There was a moment where Gabriel thought about biting down on his next words. A brief flutter of courage put the words in his mouth. “Sam Winchester, you make me want to be brave. I-“ Brown eyes stared into blue, and he let his heart open. “I love you.”

Silence settled in, waiting patiently for one of them to break it. Sam looked uncertain, gazing at the archangel as though seeing him for the first time. “Gabriel, for what it’s worth, I think courage counts more when you’re scared.” He pulled closer, the unspoken words still lingering in the air around them. Gabriel gripped his arms and held his breath, hoping, praying, and trusting.

Time stopped as Sam gave in. “I love you, too.” He held his angel close, and knew he would never let go.

Thanks for the read! 💙

[mixterglacia]

Dime A Dozen: Maine/Wash Eta+Iota!AU

((Beware, ye who enter: Canon Typical Violence, Past Child Abuse, Past Trauma, Angsty AF.))

They all dealt with nightmares. Project Freelancer didn’t have enough funding to fix them up when their bodies broke, let alone their minds. So each of them had their own customized little slice of hell to explore when they couldn’t stay awake anymore, and found their ways back to the barracks.

York couldn’t be left alone for long before he started pacing, by the end he was chewing at the ends of his fingers until they were raw. He’d been abandoned as a kid so it hadn’t come as much of a surprise when his nights were filled with seemingly wonderful places, the only catch being they were devoid of all life. Any companionship you could think of was absent. No people, no dogs, hell he’d take robots or even zombies if it meant he could speak to something that animated. Nightmares as they were, that would never happen.

North had frighteningly realistic visions of his sister dying in various ways. He haunted the halls, having to reassure Theta that, no they weren’t real, it’ll be okay. Since he had to talk his AI through it, he was able to recount his nightmares with the most accuracy. It didn’t help that most of them were more extreme results of past injuries.

The Freelancer in question was petrified of having her independence, her free will stolen. Before Eta and Iota came into the mix she often ran into Wash (literally) in the otherwise empty mess hall. The two of them woke up from their own around the same time, North and York having settled back in roughly an hour or two before. So South started venting to him. In her dream she’d been given that AI she wanted above all else, but it stole her body when she looked away, chaining her up in a box. She said it reminded her of Sigma, in the voice at least.

Wyoming required sound, of any sort to sleep. It was the real reason he and Florida had started rooming together, despite the rumor (Lies spread by West and Indiana.) that they both met before Freelancer, in some wild kinky orgy. (They hadn’t even been hired in the same month and came from different colonies.) The way he’d described it, it was like some strange puzzle room, full of brick walls with no sound. No echoes, no footsteps, not even breathing. Just oppressive silence. Without the stereo blasting, he didn’t sleep. When Wyoming didn’t sleep, he took over the kitchen and started cooking with no reason other than an excuse to rattle the bakeware.

Florida, as it turned out (to everyone's surprise) was only a little creepy by default. He explained to Wash when he showed up during one of Reggie’s cooking sprees, that he ramped it up in public to keep people distant. His voice was softer than usual as he elaborated that it wasn’t a good idea to get close to him. He said he was to blame for this trend of his relationship partners (romantic or platonic didn’t matter) getting hurt. With a seriousness he didn’t believe the man capable of, he made it clear he didn’t just mean bruised ego’s. Nothing good happened to the people he cared about.

Wash, ever the unofficial therapist at this point, countered by asking about Wyoming. Florida just tilted his head, long hair not quite hiding the sad way he smiled. As it turned out the man didn’t really care if he got hurt, because he’d be damned before he lost his “Little song bird.”

...Okay they could still be a little odd if they wanted to be.

CT was afraid for people. She kept reminding them hers weren’t just nightmares. No they were very real. Some day, she had snapped at Wash, they’d all be torn to shreds by this damned project, and they’d never be whole again.

To top off, all of their own nightmares, most of the ones with AI had to deal with double the demons. Theta feared just about anything remotely unsettling, Delta has issues when he can’t just logic a problem away and works himself into feedback loops trying to get a solution, Gamma would rage after having dreams of the slightest thought of being stolen from Wyoming, The twins easily whipped into absolute fits at the suggestion of being separated, and Sigma...well the crackling AI had only spoken once to Wash about them. All he said was he was plagued by the thought of not becoming real.

Everyone in the group other than Carolina and Tex had come to Wash at some point, eyes dark and heavy, voices unsteady. Even those with no voice at all.

The whole coin joke had gotten a little (a lotta) bit old at this point, but even what lurked in their dreams went hand in hand.

Maine had been tormented with drowning ever since he was little. His mother, he said, had snapped when he was seven. She had nearly succeeded in holding him under the bath water, but his fingers had snagged into the shower curtain, sending the metal support rod crashing to the tile and alerting his aunt who came to his rescue. If it was any deeper than a tub, he wanted nothing to do with it if it was up to him. Not that anyone ever asked before sending him on dive team missions.

It didn’t bother Wash to sit on the sidelines when the Director gave in to the demands for one shore week a year and dumped them in whatever beach town was closest to hand. He’d already guessed that Maine didn’t like water before they’d been given their AI, but when the full story was laid out before him, his stomach twisted into a sour lump.

So he shared the source of his own night terrors for the first time.

They were a total 180 Maine’s trauma, even in the root cause was similar. The older man’s voice broke before he could launch into it, thick with repressed emotion. Iota relayed the basic path the dreams seemed to take.

They always began with a smothering atmosphere. It could be a building, or a totally open space, but the air was always the same. Like a tiny broom closet in the height of summer. Then came the heat. The all consuming heat. He could feel the heat on his own arms, and when he looked down, Maine swore he saw his skin beginning to distort with blisters. Then he realized they were too dark to be his own.

He looks to Wash. Silence hangs between them for longer than normal. It gives him time to examine the patchy scars on his partner.

“...I told you my mom smoked.” was all he saw fit to say. It was all the explanation Maine needed. The penny had finally dropped. One side was water, the other side was fire.

The heat bloomed across his face, curling lazily along, as though it was pretending not to be either capable or intending to sear his flesh. Still, heat meant fire, and David could smell the acrid fumes from the rug that had caught first. When he looks to his hands, he doesn’t see the burns, but his power armor instead. Instinctively he flexes them, and the walls shimmer. Now, it’s his room on the Mother Of Invention. Maine walks in, chuffing a greeting.

The heat has not eased, nor has the smell. He is not awake.

Dream-Maine still had bandages stretching around his throat. They look filthy, like they’d never been changed. Instead of stitches and blood, the skin looks like charcoal. It’s cracked in places and infected pus oozes from everywhere. These observations are forgotten when an orange light flares into the place Eta is meant to be.

“Hello Agent Washington.” is all Sigma says before the room is consumed in flame.

Iota wakes him as she always does. By waking Eta, who then wakes Maine, who then wakes Wash. It’s a perfectly functional, and not at all round about system.

Maine can feel it before he’s even totally awake himself this time, the fire clawing at his arms. This was a particularly bad one then. Normally he just has the smell of smoke faintly hanging in the air. Reaching out, he gently tugs on a handful of Wash’s dreadlocks. The man jolts back, and Maine is lucky his nose just hurts like hell and isn’t broken.

“M-Maine?” there’s always this raw edge to Wash’s voice when he’s woken up from a fire dream. His hands reach back as he rolls over, thumbs brushing over where Maine had been shot. “Eta?”

The blue AI flickers into sight, curled up next to where Wash’s hand rests. “Yes?” he responds quietly, the small bunk bathed in blue light. Iota also fades in, making it an almost cheery spring green. There was a silent understanding that when either of the two woke like this, they both showed up, to chase away the colours of their nightmares. Green was safety for the pair. Green was grass on solid ground, untouched by fire or water.

“It...it wasn’t mom this time, Maine.” Wash’s fingers are trembling against Maine’s scars. “It was Sigma. He was your AI, not Eta. Instead of y-” his voice breaks. “-...you weren’t shot. You were burnt. It was awful and i-infected...he started the fire.”

“The fire’s gone, Wash. You’re awake, and we’re here.” Iota soothes him, petting his knuckles lightly.

“A-And we’re here.” Eta parrots, like he usually does when he’s unsure of what else to say. He tries to smile even if he knows it won’t be seen through the helmet. The pair can feel it through their bond and that’s what matters.

“Like he’d ever leave Carolina.” Maine rattles.

His mind felt like it was full of cotton. Just the voices. Wait...no.

The lack of voices. Voices that used to be there.

Still, he could make out Eta, Iota, and S-...well everyone he guessed. They begged, He begged Maine to just take Epsilon, take Beta, to escape and remember them all.

“Or-” the one that was the faintest, and yet the clearest of them all, “Do us a favor and just forget.”

Snow is swirling around him, he can feel everything as though it is real. Can see Wash, hear him pleading with the Meta.

He can’t stop. Fire is licking at the back of his mind, to just take the unit, to just remember- -or forget! Shut Up!

He shakes his head to try and clear the voices away. There are so many ghostly words. Candy coloured sim troopers are darting in and out of sight. Then he sees the cliff. He hears the icy water crashing below.

Pain laces in his chest, he hears the metal before he sees the hook being jammed into his wound. It burns with the hollow demands of Sigma, because of all the voices, his is the only one wanting to push through the pain, to be real, to be remembered.

At least in the nightmare, anyway.

Because that’s all it could be. As he’s dragged over the edge, he can see Wash. Hears him cry out his name for the first time in what feels like the history of the nightmares. Not Maine, not Meta, but his real name.

That’s what shatters the feeling of water in his lungs, of the weight of his armor pulling him under, because Wash would never do that. The dream falls apart around him because Wash would never call out his name. The name he hates.

Maine wakes to Wash’s elbow prodding his ribs. Judging by how hard the smaller man is coughing and gasping, he must’ve felt the water too. Wash checks again to be sure they are both awake, AI’s illuminating the darkness, before weakly croaking, “Holy shit, we gotta spend less time around Carolina if that fucking AI of hers won’t stop invading our dreams.” he thinks for a moment before adding.

“It’s almost like he’s setting up this whole other universe in our nightmares.”

[okaypie]

Asks 1-50

im gonna gun whoever this is down

What’s your favorite thing about yourself? i have,,,good choice in clothes n now i smell like peaches due to my mom going ham w peach scented stuff for me (also getting me a dress w peaches on it, someone stop her)

What’s the best joke you know? ok im only good at one-liners so here’s a recent one: “KERMIT THE FROG HERE AND I LOVE SENSELESS VIOLENCE” also: “the only man that can eat THIS pussy? Is Jesus”

If you could only have one of your non-canon OTPs become canon, which would it be and why? hhhh i don’t actually do a lot of shipping anymore but i might get back to u on tht

What’s your dream vacation? AMSTERDAM/THE GREEK ISLANDS,,,

If you have a girlfriend, what’s the cutest thing she does? If you don’t, what’s something you do that you think is super cute? tbh i don’t really know!

How do you prefer to spend your free time? uhhh sims and recently i’ve been scouring monologues to prepare for class next semester lmao

What’s a random fun fact that you learned recently? the play by the title “Slave Play” that’s hitting broadway and the writer/director has made it to where 10,000 seats will only cost $39 bc he remembers growing up without access to see shows and knew that some of his friends wouldn’t beable to afford broadway tickets, it’s very good i think

When you play truth or dare, do you tend to choose truth or dare? Why? I tend to choose truth only bc i tend to get too embarrassed to do dares ppl give me and it Feels Bad Man

What’s your favorite thing about being sapphic? yall seen sapphic aesthetic? it’s nice, soft hands, lavender,,,very good (it’s not every saph but its what I like yknow)

Who was your first lady crush? HHH like most of the girls from the band Little Mix

If you’re out, who was the first person you told? The last? (If you aren’t out, who is the first person you want to tell?) the first person i told was my sister Jakie, the last person i told was? i cant remember lmao,,,ppl don’t normally ask or i just don’t feel the need to, if they are curious i’ll tell them but otherwise if i’m dating a girl they’ll figure it out

What scares you the most about the future? Global Warming! Also money

Do you have a type? If so, what is it? Freckles, messy hair, good smiles n good music

Funniest childhood pet story? i had a dog named oliver (he was my stepmoms dog but yknow) and he used to chase me around the house bc he got too excited. I was like,,,six maybe

What’s your aesthetic? Modern 50s fashion if that makes sense lmao, 

What’s your idea of a perfect date? Have you been on it yet? I don’t really have one, i’d like to be taken somewhere nice tho i’ve never been on a date like that before. 

What does your favorite color remind you of? Sunflowers

Quiet studier or loud studier? Quiet for the most part

Coffee, tea, or energy drinks? Tea

What’s your stance on glitter pens? 10/10

Do you believe in love at first sight? no, love takes time

Who knows you the best and how did they get to know you? gaytown, i’ve known them for a few years now n we’re all p open with each other lov them

What’s your favorite question to ask? To answer? anything abt music lmao,,mostly playlist stuff

Do you like camping? Sometimes! I don’t very much like bugs but i like nature so it’s a 50/50 deal

Cats or dogs? (Hamster is an acceptable answer) Cats!

What does your dream house look like? Cottage in the woods w nice flowers around it and we have a cute lil fireplace 

What’s your random, useless superpower? I’m good at digging up music ppl haven’t heard of/finding songs i know my friends will like. I’m also decent at reading ppl

Tell me about the most beautiful thing you can think of right now. wildflowers

If you could only hear three songs for the rest of your life, what would they be? Hey fuck this question i think, 

What’s the most stereotypical gay thing you do?? (Besides being attracted to women) hhhhh hands

If you could time travel without any negative consequences, would you? Would you change anything? i would and it’d be for selfish reasons but i want things to not be as shitty lmao

What were you most afraid of as a child? Are you over that fear? loud voices and i’m still scared by them but i can control myself enough tht if i need to i can keep my voice level and talk to them like the child they’re being

Favorite mythical creature? fairies

Have you ever dyed your hair an “unnatural” color? Would you? I have!! I dyed it blue w green, purple, and dark blue streaks n some of it glowed in the dark

What’s your favorite book? The Night Circus or The Little Prince

If you could live inside one fictional world, what would it be? let me live in the night circus universe it slaps

Most embarrassing story? No,

Proudest moment? 

What’s the most comforting smell you can think of and what does it remind you of? Maple n it reminds me of my grandmas house

Do you like fluff or angst more?Fluff

What’s the last thing that made you smile? Alexis calling me a human peach

What’s the first thing that draws you to a person? (Romantic or platonic or both) Are they funny? Are they chill? Do they give off a good vibe?

Your favorite place to be kissed? cheek

What’s your opinion on zoos? That’s a whole can of worms tbh, it depends on the zoo they’re not all the same

Do you have any siblings? Are you close? Many, all sisters, and jakie is the only one i actually like ngl

Did you have a favorite movie that you would watch over and over as a child? What was it? It was tuck everlasting and also the third cinderella movie

Do you have any tattoos? If not, do you want any? If so, what are they? I don’t n i do want some

What’s your go-to hairstyle? Brushed or up in a ponytail

What’s your favorite flower? Poppies

Are you the first person to fall asleep at a sleepover or the last? Or somewhere in between? Usually the first i am a week beech