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heartofspells · 6 months

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CRuSH - Chapter 3

"I stopped and got us Thai on the way over."

Sirius' gaze trails over Benjy standing in his doorway, face bright and beaming as he holds up a bag. The smell wafts out of it and Sirius' stomach growls, though he ignores it.

"I didn't invite you over here for food, Benj," he says in mild irritation. "You know, in case that wasn't clear from all the other times we've done exactly this."

Benjy frowns, pouting a little, causing Sirius to huff, his eyes fluttering in annoyance.

"C'mon, mate. Throw me a bone," he presses, his smile returning, small and sly. "I even got the drunken noodles that you like." He rattles the bag in indication, and Sirius eyes it for a long moment before sighing.

"Fine," he relents, opening the door wider, arm sweeping wide, granting the other man entrance. Benjy grins, a bounce to his step as he walks past Sirius, ignoring his faint grumbles that emerge from under his breath as he locks them inside. "Did you bring anything else with you?" he tosses over his shoulder, slow to move, slow to give in and cave to the person always trying to make this more than it's ever been or will ever be as far as Sirius is concerned.

"Other than myself?" quips Benjy lightly, dropping the bag on Sirius' tea table, a new addition Lily had brought by only the day before, proud glitter in her green eyes as she'd pulled it from her pocket and restored it to full size, telling him it completed the room, whatever that had meant. "I like this. It's nice. What else are you after? I couldn't possibly know." He glances at Sirius as he steps deeper into the room, Benjy's grin blinding. "Oh, you mean this."

His hand dips inside his pocket for a second, returning with a rolled bag that he throws towards Sirius, not bothering to watch to see if he catches it, but of course Sirius does.

"Brilliant," says Sirius reverently, pulling it up to his nose to give it a sniff. "Smells fucking phenomenal."

"Only the best for you, sweetheart. Don't say I never gave you anything."

Benjy digs through the bag, pulling out various containers, placing them along the table in a haphazard way as Sirius walks up beside him, already unrolling the bag. Glancing over at him, Benjy quickly plucks it from his working fingers, clicking his tongue when Sirius squawks in protest.

"You bring me gifts and then take them away," mutters Sirius sourly, trying to paw for the bag again, but Benjy stows it out of sight, ignoring Sirius' verbal onslaught. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Food first," insists Benjy with a firm edge to his voice. "Based on the volume of your stomach I could hear across the room, my bet's on the fact that you've not eaten all day. You have form with that. Besides, eating after a smoke kills your high."

"You kill my high," grumbles Sirius, but Benjy brings a hand down on his shoulder, pushing until Sirius' knees give out beneath him, shoving him to the sofa.

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ila-appreciationweek · 1 year

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Requiem

Posting on behalf of JCR/Departer, who does not have a tumblr for ILAW Day 3, villains and monsters.

Word Count: 1761 Premise: Sometimes the scariest villains and monsters in your life are human, or even more complicated, your family. Lincoln, Imogen, Harper, and Parker discuss this after the memorial. A/N: For maximum angst, listen to this while you read.

I will sing no requiem tonight, Because when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep

No one lights a candle to remember, No, no one mourns at all

When they lay them down to sleep, So don't tell me that I didn't have it right, Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white

After all you've put me through, don't say it wasn't true, That you were not the monster that I knew

Because I cannot play the grieving guy and lie, Saying that I miss you and that my world has gone dark, I will sing no requiem Tonight

Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, “Requiem”

“I don’t miss him.”

Lincoln stared into his bourbon after saying those words, feeling the truth of them sink into his bones. He lifted his head and looked at Imogene with her mojito, Harper with a fireball and cream soda, and Parker nursing a whiskey on the rocks.

They found themselves at a bar after the memorial, having paid tribute to those who lost their lives to the Power in Westchester and Pine Springs. Lincoln couldn’t help but feel envious of Imogene, Harper, and Parker, and how their core group had remained intact despite everything. He thought of Danni and Tom who took Elliot and Robbie home, of the trust they shared with Imogene, Harper, and Parker through it all. He pondered the lonely years Demelza spent being the sole survivor of her friend group until Noah had regained his humanity. His mind turned to Jocelyn, who died in that cave thinking everyone hated her, and how her death allowed him to be brought back.

Lincoln could never hate Jocelyn. She was not the first or the last person manipulated and swayed by Matthias. Lincoln himself had once thought he could have Matthias’ love and approval by being himself. He had learned the hard way – like everyone else did – that Matthias’ support came with a price too steep to name. He sipped his bourbon and wondered what it would’ve been like to have a father who cared.

“I know how you feel,” Imogene said. She set her drink down and stared at him. Her brown eyes looked solemn behind the round glasses that sat perched upon her slender nose. “I feel awful wanting to forget about my parents but separating myself from them was the only way I could move forward and actually be myself.”

Lincoln nodded in understanding. He and Imogene knew how it felt to inherit an unwanted legacy and the artifacts of a life lived in pursuit of selling one’s soul. Imogene once went through the process of giving away her late parents’ fortunes and material possessions and had supported Lincoln through the process. They had sent countless emails and text messages, and regularly talked on the phone about the process and finding the charities that would most benefit from the wealth Lincoln refused to keep.

“My parents hurt so many people,” Imogene said. “I lived with their high expectations and rigid standards just fine, but it was only a matter of time before they would’ve used the Power against me.”

Parker swished his drink around and agreed. “Abraham Kelley raised me as his own son after my parents checked out. He kept me from making bad choices and heading down a destructive path. But now that I know who he really was, it’s hard not to wonder: would he have dragged me into the Pine Springs cult? Forced the Power onto me? Used me as a conduit to hurt others?” Parker tilted his head back and downed the rest of his drink before slamming it down hard on the bar counter. “It’s hard coming to terms with that: knowing that the person who saved you was the reason for other people’s tragedies.”

Parker signaled the bartender for another refill while Harper’s blue eyes wandered. He set his drink aside and commented, “My grandmother – Josephine – was in pain for fifty years. She suffered due to other people’s selfishness: she never got to be in my mom’s life or know her as a person. It took so little to send her over the edge.” He looked down and said, “I did that to her. I told her my mom had died and she lost it.”

“Harper, no,” Imogene said. She put an arm around his shoulders and told him, “That was not your fault. Josephine was already so far gone. You couldn’t have done anything to keep the storm from coming.”

“Thanks, Genny,” Harper said. “I still get mad at her sometimes. I don’t blame her for being angry, self-destructing, and flying off the handle, but it’s hard not to wonder if there was another way. Arthur – my grandfather – should’ve listened to her. All the problems in Pine Springs started because of him. He didn’t take Josephine’s warnings seriously and thought he knew better.”

Parker took Harper’s hand in his and squeezed it. “Arthur paid for that with his life so you wouldn’t have to. I know he regretted hurting Josephine. He wouldn’t want you living with that guilt.” Parker kissed Harper’s cheek and looked at him in a way that made Lincoln wonder how it would feel to be loved like that.

Lincoln cleared his throat before finishing his bourbon and asking for another shot. “There were so many red flags with Matthias – Arthur – Abraham – The Wescotts. How did no one see? How could my mom be so blind?"

Imogene grimaced. "It's easy to have tunnel vision when you're not on the receiving end of that abuse. You saw through Matthias before your mom – or anyone – did. Harper was the first one who saw my parents for who they really were. I didn’t want to hear it.”

“I don’t blame you for that, Genny,” Harper commented. “No one wants to believe that the people they love are capable of doing the worst.”

“Love,” Imogene mused. She took a delicate sip of her mojito before setting it down again. “Sometimes it feels as though the love between family is more complicated than romantic love or that of friends. Then again, blood isn’t always thicker than water.”

“Too much of either can make you sick,” Lincoln said. “Noah got turned into a shadow monster and got his friends killed because he loved his twin sister too much. Jocelyn put blinders on when it came to Cody and was okay with him hurting people since he was her best friend, and she was never on the receiving end of his bullying. Matthias knew she was haunted by her past and used it to his advantage.” He pounded the remaining bourbon in his shot glass and banged it on the counter. “That bastard was going to kill Everest! He was going to murder our friend – then us – and all of Westchester by playing up our weaknesses! Goddamnit!”

Lincoln put his head in his hands. He wanted to forget Matthias McQuoid had ever existed at all.

He cried and felt hot, fat tears fall from his eyes and down his face. Lincoln hated himself for crying over the man who killed his mother, Jessica Williams, Loha, and all the innocent people sacrificed in the first blood moon ritual. He wanted to kick himself for shedding tears for the one responsible for disfiguring the carnival attendees, causing Douglas Redfield to lose his humanness, and not caring how many people the Power hurt in his wake.

He heard Imogene, Harper, and Parker stand from their barstools and felt their arms around him.

“You’re allowed to be mad,” Harper said. “You’re allowed to cry and to feel everything and nothing about Matthias. There’s no right or wrong way to grieve for – or not grieve for – someone.”

Lincoln wiped his eyes, swiveled around so he could see his friends, and admitted, “It’s not that I miss him. It’s more… I mourn the loss of the idea of him and the kind of father he could’ve – should’ve been but wasn’t. He wanted to mold me in his image. He only loved me when I was small, impressionable, and didn’t have any thoughts or opinions of my own. Matthias wanted nothing to do with me when I grew into myself and became my own person. He should’ve loved me regardless. He should’ve been there for me after my mom died… he should’ve been there no matter what.”

“Matthias didn’t know what he was missing,” Parker said. “He never deserved to have you for a son.”

“Thanks, Parker.” Lincoln gave a faint smile and added, “It’s horrible, but it’s a relief not having to carry him around anymore.” He retrieved his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a folded-up piece of paper confirming his name change. “I’m Lincoln Aquino now.”

“Your own person,” Harper affirmed.

Imogene smiled at Lincoln and said, “You have a whole new life as Lincoln Aquino ahead of you. Think of all the things you want to do and go do them. Nothing’s stopping you.”

Parker grabbed his glass of whiskey and motioned for Harper, Imogene, and Lincoln to do the same with their own drinks. He raised his glass and said, “For Lincoln Aquino!”

“Lincoln Aquino!”

Lincoln and his friends clinked their glasses together and drank deeply before Imogene said, “For love and all the complexities it brings.”

Harper went next. “For recognizing that it’s okay to have complicated feelings about your own family. For knowing your limits and setting your own boundaries regarding grief. For missing the idea of someone rather than the actual person. For not being in mourning despite the world expecting it of you.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Lincoln grinned. He steadied himself and said, “For new beginnings. For change. For making your own way and being true to yourself while doing so.”

The four of them cheered, had a final drink, shared two pitchers of cold water between them, and called a cab to take them back to Demelza’s parents’ house where their cars were parked. She had given them her blessing to stay the night before Lincoln flew back home to Las Vegas the next morning; Imogene, Harper, and Parker would make the drive back to Pine Springs the next day.

Lincoln settled into the cab with his friends and sighed with content. He was grateful for the future in store for him, the chance to mold his life into whatever he wanted it to be, and the friends who would help him along the way. He knew that the only way to go from here was ahead.

#ilaw #it lives within #ilw #playchoices #lincoln mcquoid #imogen wescott #parker shaw #it lives beneath #ilb #lincoln aquino

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arcanigenum · 2 years

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Wishlist/relationship ideas/scenarios:

these are just random things and ideas i’ve posted that would be fun to write somehow!!!!!!

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Lowkey want a muses get stranded on an island-thread

the “going on an adventure into a cave and something is VERY wrong and oh god there are monsters here” is one of my favorite tropes

yes in unrvld there’s a nothingness out on a lake and no one knows what it actually contains, which makes sense, otherwise it wouldnt be nothingness. you cant see it. you just get inside by accident. reality ceases to exist like you know it. you cant get out.

Related to Jacques

KISS JACQUES YOU COWARDS

if you push your hand against jacques’ stomach or something, and do it hard and long enough, will his body absorb your hand after a while? (do it)

sOMEBODY BE friends with jacques pre-cancer and pre-tectus and pre-monster!jacques he gets sick and you know he’s gonna actually d i e within a couple of months but then he fucking vanishes. where is he. is he dead? probably dead, right? what else couldve happened. then he shows up like a year later and is healthy and cant talk about what has happened bc stuff is classified and he’s just like eeeeuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh well im not dying anymore?

be the person that throws every throwable thing around them at jacques because he cheated on them

Pre-established romantic relationship that is rocky and they dont really know why theyre still together when they think about it, and they complain to their friends and their friends are like WHY DONT U DUMP EM and they just safety in what is known even if it isnt perfect

Wow itd be a shame if a monster muse fucked jacques in their true monster form wow what a shame itd be 👉👈

imagine punching jacques in the face and your fist just sorta travels through the head and the flesh and bone grips it

Related to Benjamin

your muse knows him from high school or college or medschool or whatever. havent met each other since. maybe benj bullied the shit out of your muse. team up in the apoc. consider your muse having to deal with teaming with their abuser from 20 years ago who either doesnt remember them or doesnt care LOL

benj considering your muse belonging to him so he’d be willing to kill anyone who fucks with them but your muse is more capable than benj at handling themselves

Related to Egil

Egil having a bunch of “wives”/“husbands” like negan but the exchange is blood for protection

POV: egil saves you from a group of baddies in twd verse but now youre his blood slut bag. he presents you as his blood slut to others as if it was your name.

someone should stab egil in the eye like the living dead person he is. and stake him.

Egil accidentally adopting your muse means he will dad them like a 17th century aristocrat dad which isnt much dading at all, but you might be trained to act like nobility

i have yet to rp egil when his heart fucks up and he just malfunctions i guess cus he cant die from heart failure as a vampire

imagine egil taking you out on a date and you get to feed the flesh building 😔❤ you get to choose whether you want to toss bodyparts into the depths of a flesh pit before or after dinner.

your muse having some sort of weird business kind of deal with egil and his bullshit and then we take it from there :’)))

Consider Egil challenging you to a duel because you have offended him, thats how real men settle their disagreements

if egil ever needs to see some kind of papers on/from staff at tectus he will do it in german bc he’s an asshole well aware of his background. “papiere bitte!”. now imagine him doing this while carrying his whip and wearing jackboots.

Related to Morgan

anyone wanna meet morgan in a random half abandoned place where an even more random item keeps multiplying

lowkey need morgan to have a close friend or romantic partner who is a criminal bc he’d struggle a lot

just play magic the gathering with him and paint minis

Related to Haq’rhá

your muse meeting haqrha as a child and no one believes they met an alien. they meet again years later when your muse is an adult.

imagine haqrha teaming up with supernatural hunters

note to everyone wanting to fuck the alien: dont let him top unless youre predator proof or equal to his size bc he’ll kill u 🤷‍♀️

SPACE ADVENTURE BUDDIES?

Related to Jeremy

jeremy needs at least one demon friend he never exorcised for some reason. or who came back three times and the third time jeremy got tired of it and was like you know what, i cant be bothered anymore.

if jeremy has ever fallen asleep, hangover af, in the confession booth? yes

fr. jeremy marlowe might be a forbidden thirst trap but that doesnt mean you cant get him in bed haha go fulfill that priest kink i fully support this

Related to Ull

Ull; a calm guy, very chill and reasonable, actually enjoys modern society. Also Ull: SACRIFICE AN ANIMAL AND A HUMAN IN MY NAME IF YOU REALLY WANT MY HELP, MORTAL oh and dont forget my apple vodka

Related to Azazel

who wants to be possessed and terrorized by az )’: whats the point of writing a demon if it cant possess someone )’:

aesthetic: being violently dragged out of the bed by the ankle at exactly 3 AM, held by one of az’ massive, bony hands from his back. down the stairs. down through the floor. down into darkness.

az probably drags people into his mountain where it’s dark and cold and humid. his own personal hell

azazzle might be a flamboyant whiny dramaqueen dressed in silk and gold but now picture him throwing up a galil rifle and shooting up a place while laughing simply because he can- now picture him as a healing figure for ppl with mental health problems and trauma

az doesnt only devour people. he also devours animals. your pets. your cattle. your horse.

survival guide to hanging out with azazel:

- come with gifts. specifically gifts he can eat. preferably a live animal. a horse, thanks! - accept you may die at any given point. it makes it less fun to kill you. party pooper. - refer to him as angel and never demon unless you want to cease to exist. - dont mention god or other angels unless you want a crying and enraged az on your hands. - tell him no and he will throw a temper tantrum, just be prepared - consider not hanging out with him???????????? he’s the deadly sins taken to extremes???????

Related to Elliot

let elliot be the bobby to your sam & dean

anyway let elliot adopt your muse and take care of them and do tarot readings for them

Related to Vigrim

sOMEONE NEEDS TO RIDE ON VIGRIM’S BACK

be his neighbour bc he’s the weirdest neighbour ever.

#x. wishlist #long post

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