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cartoonartistpng · 9 months

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Dadphiles!Shadow Sheet

Took me a while to post this here. Oops.

Ref is a bit misleading by the way. Shadow’s design is post-06, his locket is pre-Heroes. ;)

This post will be updated as time goes on. New additions will be marked as (✨New!✨). Last update: (Mar 6, 2024)

-> Dadphiles AU Masterpost

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🔹Shadow is technically only about 5-years-old, having been grown in a tube for four of those years. It was only due to close calls—promptly followed by Shadow vanishing into a plume of smoke—that it was delayed for so long. Gerald and the other scientists were left confused and never found an answer to the strange events.

🔹Shadow has enhanced sight, mainly being able to see better at night than a normal hedgehog. His eyes are highly reflective because of this.

🔹Due to Shadow having been "raised" by his father and brothers, he's less angry and brooding all the time. More quiet and anxious in the beginning, only growing in confidence through Maria. Confident enough to one day strike up a conversation with another boy on the Ark. Wonder what happened to him...?

🔹When Shadow was first separated from his brothers, he fell into a depression of sorts. Maria comforted him and he eventually told her all about his family in the shadows. She surprised him a week later, gifting him a wrist locket, one big enough to conceal his crystal. Can’t let the scientists find it, after all.

🔹Shadow’s locket has a lavender engraved in it.

🔹 The locket actually was a gift from Maria’s grandmother to her, but it was broken. She asked her grandfather if it could be repaired just for Shadow.

🔹Following the reveal of Gerald’s revenge plan, Shadow has conflicted feelings on the man. Yet his locket is the only photo he has of Maria, and so he doesn’t dare alter it.

🔹 Like his brothers, Shadow does not remember what his dad looks like or even his name, beyond his eyes and voice. Shadow was never bothered by this fact when he was younger, but following the events of SA2, he wonders if Gerald found and messed with those memories as well.

🔹(✨New!✨) Shadow does not believe Black Doom at first, stating that he knows who his father is. Even after learning the truth, Shadow refuses to listen to Doom and instead sticks with the family he chose.

🔹(✨New!✨) Following Shadow 05, Shadow legally goes by Shadow Prower, like his brothers.

🔹(✨New!✨) Following Shadow 05, the Prower family gets a bigger house using both the funds Sonic and Tails have amassed over the years as well as some help from the G.U.N. commander. They intentionally get one with more bedrooms, hoping to one day share it with the rest of Sonic and Shadow's family.

🔹(✨New!✨) Shadow does not join G.U.N., now confident in the relationship he has with his brothers. Instead, he focuses on adapting to modern times. However, he does help Rouge from time to time, sometimes by the Commander's unofficial request.

Post-06 Facts:

🔹Shadow never really saw a need to change his gear from those given to him on the Ark. However, following the reunion with Silver, Amy tries to cheer the brothers up with a shopping trip! …Some mistakes were made and Tails offered to just make the gear in the end.

🔹Shadow’s shoes have retractable jets, making it easier to walk in. They are also reinforced on the top (stronger roundhouse kicking :D).

🔹Knuckle-guards and plating on his hands + arm guards along his ulna.

🔹Shadow was a bit enamored when Sonic explained what parkour gloves were. Shadow is frequently impressed with inane and random modern inventions, a sentiment Silver often shares.

🔹Shadow puts a photo of his new family opposite his late-family in the locket.

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thedragonagelesbian · 3 months

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oc meme

name: Cyrus Hawke

nickname: soldier (Karlach); ivaebhin (Halsin); my bloom (Wyll)

gender: trans man (he/him)

star sign: I don't know his Western Zodiac, but he was born under Laravander's Lantern

height: 5'10"

orientation: poly bi

race: wood elf

romancing: depends on the timeline! in one universe, he's with both karlach and halsin; in the second, he's with wyll

fave fruit: blackberries

fave season: autumn (he loves a harvest & his father was an autumn eladrin)

fave flower: lavender

fave scent: his partners; camp fire; medicinal herbs; leather

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: tea, and though he doesn't drink it, everyone swears he makes the best cup of coffee they've had in their life

average sleep hours: four hour trance, though if he doesn't take something to help him meditate, he has pretty bad insomnia

dogs or cats: as a state of being/mentality? dogs. as a preference for animal companionship? cats.

dream trip: cyrus would like to return to evermeet; he visited the elven island once when he was young (~25, still baby for an elf) and his mother was very ill. she begged cyrus' grandparents (to whom she was the disgraced runaway heiress) to take him in after her death, and they refused. so, like, fuck them, but evermeet is still the most beautiful place cyrus has ever been, and he'd love to lose himself in its forests for a couple of weeks (with his li, of course)

amount of blankets: none for trancing on his own; cyrus does love to share a bed with a sleeping li, in which case his preference is a loose thin sheet (or just karlach's body heat lol)

random fact(s):

cyrus comes in two flavors: paladin-barbarian (left pic; bright-eyed bushy-tailed selfless giving hero; romancing karlach & halsin) and ranger-fighter (right pic; older jaded cynic; romancing wyll). this is because he is my most specialist boy ever and my favorite thing is to come up with aus & builds to suit different dynamics with different lis

he only has two possessions from his parents still with him: an iron dagger enchanted against fey from his father, and an heirloom locket from his mother

he can't sing to save his life, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying it, especially when he's drunk

(and he's a terrible lightweight, so it doesn't take much to get him drunk)

(he has also been known to propose randomly to his friends if he gets wasted enough; he just has so much love to give, platonic and romantic... even if ranger!Cyrus would like you to think otherwise)

Thank you @babeoffrontiers smsmsm for tagging me!! I'll tag @hexblooddruid @ididitforthedogs @autisticlaezel @antivan-surana; no pressure tho!! And anyone else who sees this can consider themselves tagged if they want to do it

#cyrus bg3 #technically cyrus comes in three flavors now asopjff but i've had durge!cyrus for less than a day so...#EDIT IF YOU SAW ME MIX UP MY LEFT & RIGHT IN LABELING THE PHOTOS NO YOU DIDNT

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keeyo7 · 2 years

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Hey everyone! I hope you’re all well! I was tagged to post a selfie by a few wonderful people, I’m sorry it took so long! Thank you @kladivonacarodejnice @ilyzuh and @moss-wizard! I’m sorry I haven’t been too active the past few months, but I’ve been struggling a bit in many different areas in my life and it’s kind of taken it’s toll on me. It really brought me down and I was kind of at my lowest point a couple of weeks ago. I knew logically I would probably be fine eventually even with how I felt about things in my life, but I wasn’t sure I had the energy or will to put in that work. I’m trying to do it regardless and even though it’s been a week things are starting to look up. I got my old job back which I had lost and I’m interacting with people in person for the first time in 2 and a half years so that feels nice. I’ve also started walking 3.5 miles every workday so hopefully I can build on that and eventually be better, it feels like a lot after being a shut in and mostly inactive since March 2020. I’m sorry this is long and if I sound like I’m complaining, thank you if you’ve read this far! Idk what’s going on with my hair here and I have this heart locket now which for the time being has a picture of Lenny and a picture of Carl from the Simpsons haha

I tag @eckspress @brinkof-goingsupernova @strawberryxslut @greennanni @manderz182 @jirasoles @liftingweights-and-coffeedates @thiccandtide @my-name-is--my-own @sludgeeem @halloweenfairy @mi-corazon @happinessflows @thewanderingscribe @michelex94 @nineteen-93 @viking-badger @ishaaaa @idksomethingaboutthemoon @i-want-out-of-here @agracek @snmnstrsrn @mysticbride @sab-teraa @morbidmacabremin @carluhh @ash-ley95 @cerebral-hemorrhage @universeofbeaches @dinedwithwolves @mama-estela @olvidame @islandry @ruledbythemoons @ugh-alyssa @ghost-lavender @borderlinebraaatt @caniwishforthis @mermaids-and-dastardly-deeds @woodland--dweller @moments-in-0blivion @enjoli-paige @anxiousprincess @dark-night-of-the-clownfish @malevolent-god @brittanyb831 @amoralamexicanaaaaaaa and anyone else who wants to post a selfie. As always no pressure! :)

#stuff #me

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adoranoia · 11 months

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ok, this isn’t our first rodeo, so i’ll keep it simple, (esp since this one is pretty wordy all by itself): a hc dump for yuri will be under the cut! <3

>yuri is the sole heiress to her family’s business, ‘oh-ware!’, a fairly well-known OS and general software company in japan, which is fun. or, well. it would be without the inattentive/emotionally abusive parents, and the pressure that’s been weighing down on her since she was a child, to be perfect and poised and keep up family appearances. but it’s not like she exactly has a choice in the matter, so… >to say the least, her relationship with her parents isn’t one of love, but business, it’s cold and calculated. and, that’s if they’re even around at all–when not in the office, they’re out at business parties, taking business trips, holding conferences, making public appearances, etc etc. so, unless it’s a ‘family event’ or s/t particularly important, she’s left home alone, which she’s gotten pretty used to over the years.

>most ppl wouldn’t know this abt her tho, as she generally tries to keep her business-life and personal-life two v separate things. to her, there’s a big difference between ‘yuriko ohnishi’ and… well, just yuri, y'know? >but on a lighter note, switching between the two on a dime is her favorite party trick (with people that she trusts/that know, obvs). bc it’s v jarring to see her ‘get into character’, and she thinks the reactions are pretty funny.

>yuri is almost always wearing a specific dainty old locket, even tucking it inside her uniform on school days. it was a hand-me-down from her grandmother, the one family member she ever considered herself close to. unfortunely, she passed from old age when yuri was about twelve-ish, which left her upset for a long time. >but, she’s glad to have something to remember her by, at least. just having the locket on her makes her feel a lil bit more at ease in a lot of situations. >(the picture inside said locket isn’t of anyone in particular, instead it’s a faded photo of a simple wedding bouquet, made up of lavender and baby’s breath.)

>she’s bullied at school since her studious, and skittish nature makes her a prime target in her classmate’s eyes, esp w/ all her personal quirks and ‘strange’ interests. she’s purposefully tripped, has her hair pulled, she has trouble picking up sarcasm which is used to mess with her, mean notes are left on her desk and/or locker, she’s given rude nicknames, etc etc. >it’s gotten a lil better in the last year or so, but she’s still generally alienated. she usually eats lunch on the rooftop alone, but recently her clubmates have started to join her, which she’s appreciative of.

>yuri has a slight phobia of storms/lightning in particular + the dark, because of an incident from when she was about seven years old. one night after being left home alone, a heavy storm rolled in, and at one point caused the power to go out in the whole house. it freaked her out, and she didn’t know what to do/she had no one to turn to. she ended up hiding under the kitchen table until she eventually fell asleep. >she struggles with some chronic pain from an dance injury to her left knee, which thankfully, didn’t result in her having to quit ballet. but, some days are worse then others, and when it’s particularly bad she either wears a brace, or uses a cane. >also: sayori decorated her cane with stickers after a heart-to-heart she + yuri had abt their different experiences with chronic illness and chronic pain, respectively.

>during times where she’s not too busy during the week, yuri can be found at a small bookstore near the school, either reading, doing homework, or volunteering. >she goes to ballet classes on fridays + saturdays, ever since she was a kid. it was originally just another thing her parents signed her up for, but it’s s/t she rlly enjoys. >tbh if she weren’t an heir/expected to take up the family business, she’d go to a ballet school, and work to become a professional, but… you know how it is.

>she’s usually a bit late to the on wednesdays. why? well, inspired by some of her favorite bands she’s taken up playing guitar (specifically a bass), so, she has lessons with a girl from the music club that day! >none of her friends/the other literature club members know about this though. she knows sayori would ask her to play for them, and. she wants to practice some more first, okay? she’s nervous, ok…

>there’s a lil cemetery park near yuri’s house that she visits often to read, think, bird-watch, and just generally get some peace and quiet. there’s a particular bench she likes since it’s sort of tucked away, and usually in the shade of a nearby tree. >sometimes, she’ll take a walk and visit her grandmother’s grave, along with a few of the older, more lonely graves. she cleans them up, and leaves something small. >she realizes the 'goth hanging out in a cemetery’ thing is maybe a lil stereotypical, but! she legit finds the place calming, alright? let her live! (…no pun intended, ofc.)

>yuri has an interest in photography, to the point she almost joined the photography club last year, but promptly chickened out last second. she really puts herself into each piece, so, it’s more then a lil nerve-wracking to share that stuff with people, esp strangers! (even if she ended up doing that anyway, in the literature club.) >even so, it’s another thing she’s passionate about! her preferred styles are: still-life, portrait, and night-time. some of her photos do involve color, but they’re mostly in B&W.

>yuri is big on doing things properly, all those lil details and extra steps matter to her. bc of this, she’s developed lots of 'routines’, even for small, average things. >for example, when trying to do some homework or write she: gets her notebook, gets some sticky notes, neatly lays out her pens and inks, turns on her AC, and turns her desk lamp on, in that order. it just helps her get into the zone, basically.

>some stuff u’d find in her room are!– *her knife collection, ofc. she has all types, but her favorites tend to be switch blades/pocket-knives, daggers, and butterfly knives! also: any fun novelty knives. *teacups + saucers! and a few teapots too, some of them are for decoration, but some are for actual use. she likes kintsugi-styled stuff in particular bc! it’s pretty!

*fantasy/horror movie posters, fantasy/horror movie soundtrack records, box-sets of a few of her favorite book series’, horror movie masks for display purposes, etc etc. general fandom memorabilia, basically. *has a few old 'haunted/cursed’ dolls she’s bought over the years, usually on impulse. but, they all have names and she loves them. *animal skulls + other assorted animal bones. yes, they’re real.

>though, unfortunately a lot of this stuff (mostly the horror-related things) end up covered up/hidden, since her parents don’t rlly approve, they say it’s 'unladylike’.

>yuri has. v big feelings on horror movies that are jumpscare fests and pure gore and nothing else, don’t get her started unless you’re prepared to hear all about it. >she loves horror as a genre, obvs, but. to her, there’s gotta be a point to it. like, even if it’s just 'people do bad things, bc that’s just how people are’, then. great! does she rlly agree with it? no, but. at least it gives u s/t to think about, y'know? >she doesn’t mind watching them tho, especially with friends, since they’re still fun to pick apart/make fun of, but. just… know what ur getting into first.

>you know how in act two it’s mentioned yuri brings a different knife to school each day? well, that’s true, hence how she died, but. it can be sort of said for act one yuri as well, just… in a less intense sense–aka she often carries around a small swiss army knife, for many reasons. >she started carrying it around in middle school, as it was her very first knife, so while it may seem silly, it has a lot of meaning to her!

>has two japanese rhinoceros beetles named 'hana’ and 'nana’ as pets, and. y'know how people baby-talk their dogs? yeah, that’s her with them. don’t @ her! >vaguely dabbles in the ‘occult’ at times, though i wouldn’t say she practices, its done mostly in a casual sense. does tarot readings for fun, taught herself how to read palms, collects pretty crystals and memorizes their meanings/uses, etc etc! >yuri was. 100% one of those kids that taught themselves how to speak elvish (or some other fictional/fantasy language) + bits and pieces of klingon too, probably.

>is a secret adrenaline junkie, which probably at least partly influenced her interest in the horror genre/spooky things in general, collecting knives, etc etc. when the school’s cultural festival rolls around, you’ll often find yuri hiding out in whichever class is putting on a haunted house. she’d probs also really like thrill-rides + roller -coasters, but she hasn’t been to an amusement park since she was a kid, sadly. >bad/tacky romance type novels are still a big guilty pleasure of hers despite what she might say–she keeps a box of them hidden in her closet under some general clutter. and yes, she would die of embarrassment if anyone ever found out, lmao

>yuri’s kinda nosy? idk if that’s the right word, bc she doesn’t mean any harm, of course, but: her casually eavesdropping on sayori + MC’s conversation, her being curious when MC mentions sayori avoiding him, etc etc. y'know? >and. idk, i find that kinda interesting? yuri keeps to herself, and just. reads, so. i wouldn’t be surprised if people blab abt stuff around her without thinking abt it. either bc they didn’t notice her, forgot she was there, assume she’s too engrossed in her book, or don’t think that she would care–but rlly, she’s like 👀👀👀, lmao >yuri is. v much the type to people-watch in general, tbh! she knows its not exactly very polite, and she would never, use anything she hears against anyone, or share it around or anything. it just makes her happy, in a weird way? makes her feel included, i guess. like she’s apart of something! she doesn’t have a lot of her own friends, after all. (she’d doesn’t rlly like talking abt it though, fearing ridicule + people thinking it’s weird or creepy or w/e.)

>some of yuri’s fidgets/habits are!– *often folds her hands, holds them close to her chest, tucks them behind her back, etc etc–both out of awkwardness, and to kept them from wandering, and looking for s/t to fidget with. *tends to walk on her tippy-toes/the balls of her feet, but maybe that’s not so surprising from a dancer. this means she walks rlly quietly though, and tends to accidentally scare people, rip, lmao *fiddles with her hair a lot, twirling it around her finger, playing with the ends, trying to hide behind it, etc etc.

*gently bites/chews on the ends of her pens while in deep thought, or generally day-dreaming. which is… fairly often, if i’m being honest. *she’s REALLY bad with making eye-contact like, 98% of the time. if she makes direct eye-contact with you, she is Very Serious™. *she tends to pick up some of her friend’s usual gestures: a certain pouty face from natsuki, a few of monika’s poses, the 👉👈 thing bc of sayori, etc etc. she doesn’t do it on purpose, of course, but. it’s done out of love for her friends! she just thinks they’re neat, ok

#* && OOC #* && YURI /// DEEP; BROODING !#first hc post........... hell yeah #long post tw

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julietfm · 1 year

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warm honey in lavender tea , a pre - game ritual that’s more fun than the actual night out , a locket adorned with precious photos of loved ones dearly missed , the first bite of a delicately decorated pie that took hours to make , & watching thousands of lights pass by on the cab ride home from a first date .

JULIET MIDDLETON

FULL NAME: Juliet Joy Middleton

NICKNAMES: Jules, Julie Joy (family & closest friends)

PRONOUNS: She/her

BIRTHDAY: October 10th, 1996 (26)

SEXUALITY & GENDER: Bisexual cis woman (single)

HOMETOWN: Birmingham, Alabama

OCCUPATION: Host at Soigné since 2020

TRAITS: Unpretentious, warmhearted, hypocritical, naïve

TLDR;

Small time girl-next-door follows her heart (cough, girlfriend, cough) to New York City just to be dumped after three months. Her only saving grace? Her work family at Soigné; the only familiar faces in the city. That was two years ago and now Juliet can't imagine being anywhere but New York (through the good and the bad). She runs a custom cake business out of her apartment part time and swears she'll drop everything and go to culinary school someday.

MORE ABOUT JULIET

(tw: long-term illness, toxic relationship)

1996. Juliet Joy Middleton was brought into the world, a handmade gift for her mom and mama. When they took her home, it was to a little house right outside of Birmingham, Alabama just big enough for the three of them. As far as Juliet’s mom and mama (a kindergarten teacher and a university professor, respectively) were concerned, it was their own little slice of paradise.

2001. By the time Juliet was five years old, the motto “it takes a village” had become an understatement. The constant parade of grandparents, aunts and uncles, and family friends from couldn’t get enough of Julie Joy, as she became known. Students at the university would erupt in a chorus of “aww”s when Juliet’s mama brought her to class. For all intents and purposes, it was a charmed little life for a child to lead.

2006. Years of fun-focused dance classes, joyous Pride parades with her moms, and an endless stream of friends at school and family at cookouts made it hard to expect life to be anything but good. When her mom took ill, little Julie Joy’s heart could hardly take it. The years her mom was being diagnosed and eventually waiting on a transplant list, when they didn’t know if or how long she would make it, were the worst years of Juliet’s life.

2011. Fifteen years old. Every parent’s nightmare. But for Juliet, life was starting to regain its color. It was the year her mom went back to teaching and the year her mama became department head. It was the year Juliet went to her first dance; the year she had her first kiss; the year her nana taught her how to make her famous pie dough and a lifelong love of baking was born. What more could a girl ask for?

2016. Sixteen was sweet, seventeen was wild, and eighteen flew by quicker than any other year. Nineteen was spent at college, unsurprisingly following her mama’s legacy to the college she taught at; the college that had loved Juliet since she was in diapers. Twenty was the year she met Dana. A mercurial whirlwind of a woman who swept Juliet off of her feet and had her wrapped her around her finger within weeks.

2019. With college graduation in the rearview mirror, Juliet had stars in her eyes and all kinds of plans in the works. Culinary school was at the top of her list and when Dana announced that they would be moving to New York City to pursue her dreams, it seemed like a fine place to start. Three months later, after three failed auditions, Dana packed her belongings and left Juliet in their one bedroom, alone and heartbroken.

2020. The money for culinary school was immediately repurposed to cover rent while Juliet looked for a better job. The diner where she made pennies playing hostess just wasn’t going to cut it anymore. Enter the only saving grace of that year: a couple of friends Juliet had made at trivia night who worked at the fine dining restaurant Soigné. The application process kicked Jules’ ass, but at the end of the day, she could proudly say that she was the new host at Soigné.

2022. Life at Soigné is wild. It is overwhelming and trying and frantic and beautiful and alive. At least it’s consistent. Thank god that’s where Juliet’s found family is, because there’s hardly any time to focus on anybody else. The time she does have is spent filling her Cake-stagram (please forgive her) with video after video of her cake-making process and the big reveal from her custom cake business. That dream of culinary school is still wrapped up prettily in her subconscious, but for now, life hitting the Ragdoll with some of her favorite people (and yeah, some people she can’t stand) doesn’t sound so bad.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Ride or die best friends, aka the Squad ! No doubt in my mind that Jules is the mom friend enabler type. She has advice and bandaids but she won’t actually stop you from making terrible decisions.

A little bit of chaos in Juliet's life in the form of a fellow employee that distracts her and gets them both into trouble. Jules pretends to be mad, but you know she’s cackling along and hyping the hijinks.

Whoever drags Juliet out after work every night so she’s not stuck at home worrying about money and Instagram followers gets a gold medal. A very important person in Jules’ life, considering she’d be a little hermit if she didn’t have them.

A trivia night team that Juliet drags people out to and takes way too seriously.

Exes ! Crushes ! Will they, won’t they !

They weren’t always friends, but their dogs are dog park best friends that now have play dates.

Someone who always hires Juliet to do their kid’s / partner’s / friends’ birthday cakes and gets them at a discount now because it’s basically a tradition.

Anything else you might be thinking of!

#soigneintro #◟ ⋆ about.

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 2 years

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please elaborate on princess blind!Y/n!

OMG OKAYYYYYY :DDD

okay so she’s just such a girly girl

Dresses- always, skirts- yes, baby pink cardigans- they go with everything, don’t they?

She’s just such a princess I love it

Like the only colors in her wardrobe is pink, more pink, pink, a darker pink, white, more pink, then lavender

Silk nightgowns are a must for every night, and if not a nightgown then a pretty matching set because even when she’s sleeping she wants to feel pretty

Nails always done, her and Harry definitely go out every two weeks and get mani pedi’s together, and she does a usually baby pink on both fingers and toes but sometimes she gets fancy and does pressed flowers or some glitter (Harry loves the long nails because he gets good back scratches)

Silky legs and dresses are her favorite thing ever

A fresh wax with a new dress is her idea of heaven on earth

Pearl earrings and her gold heart locket with her babies faces in it is a staple and she wears them every day without fail

Along with her wedding ring ofc

She definitely had a signature scent that she gets compliments for 24/7, I think a mix between black cherries and vanilla

She’s so that girl that has a 73992 step skincare routine and takes forever to get ready

Like before bed once she’s done with her shower and done lotioning up her whole entire body and doing all her skincare she walks out and puts on her silky pajamas and Harry’s like “that took you almost two hours.”

But she can’t help it

And she’s just so that girl who’s hair is always so perfect looking, not a single hair out of place, always so pretty and shiny weather she has it natural or in a pretty braid or something

And she’s definitely a reader, into the female rage/feminist books and sometimes she will read to Harry before they go to bed

And she’s big on the whole “wellness” stuff

And I can see Harry getting so annoyed because she’s always getting some new skincare stuff or something new in the kitchen and she’s like “it’s good for you, it’s like that healing your gut stuff. Do you want to try it?”

And when she does get up early enough to see Harry before he’s out of the house she’s packing him a healthy lunch and making him a green juice to drink instead of the coffee he usually drinks

She lowkey feels like one of those “crunchy” moms BUT NOT WHAT YOURE PROBABLY THINKING HDDN

Everything organic and doesn’t let any suspicious chemicals around, all natural skincare and all her clothes and the babies clothes are from small businesses and stuff like that

Speaking of clothes i need to talk about her just overall style and aesthetic even tho that’s what this whole think is about

She wears pink everyday without fail

Most days it’s a dress but once it gets to the winter she’s going to be wearing layers bc there is no way she’s going to stop wearing her pretty skirts and dresses

Heart shaped mirrors with matching brushes is so her thing

When she has the time to do makeup blush is her favorite thing along with a pinky lip stain

Fluffy pink towels are the only thing she can use after the a shower

Lighting pink sugar cookie scented candles 24/7

She definitely has one of those pink Christmas trees and does the whole pink cute candy theme when they decorate

Matching bra and panties sets on 24/7 because it makes her feel put together and pretty

Especially when she gets to wear one of her really nice ones for Harry and he gets to feel the silky material covering her or the thin lace material slipping off of her

Podcast kind of girl

She definitely has her favorite podcasts she listens to while she’s cleaning and the babies are sleeping, those feminist podcasts, wellness and sexual wellness podscasts

And she falls for any of those skincare products that are just pretty

Like that one “açaí your boobies” thing every influencer was screaming about in like 2019 or whatever

And she always convinced Harry to do the stuff with her

He’s sitting on the seats they have in their bathroom bc that’s apparently what stupid rich people have in their bathrooms 😭 and she’s on his lap in her silky pajamas with a face mask on her face and she’s cradling his face with one hand and the other is smearing a mask over his face.

“Your nail poked my eye again.”

“M’sorry, baby. Keep them shut while I do this mask, okay? I don’t want it to get in there.”

Her nails are definitely constantly poking him

But he loves how girly she is mainly because one, she’s always been like that and that’s just her but two- he gets pampered all the time.

Okay this was an absolute mess but that’s all I have for you unless you want me to talk abt anything specific 😢

#blind!harry

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eddieheart · 2 years

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(Part 3)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: NONE

Words: 1069

Description: Billy starts his day at Hopper’s cabin, things don’t go as planned.

Warning: I have never seen stranger things, yes I know, I’m terrible. I have seen some videos and read some fanfic, but I also have my amazing editor @buggylad, who has seen the show. So enjoy!

Part 2:

He remembered the smell of the ocean, when you first got a whiff of it, it was almost putrid but over time you'd long for it. The salty breeze and crystal waters. He remembered the feeling of water surrounding him, it was the safest he'd ever felt, like the entire ocean was giving him a hug.

After his mother left Neil wouldn't let him go back, he hadn't felt the soft sand between his toes in eight years, when his mother left them.

The sounds of sea gulls and laughter peaked out from behind his memories, the sound of his mother laughing softly attached to a face he could barely remember anymore. Her hair always smelled of lavender and love, the most gorgeous blond, curly just like his.

Billy had tried to use his mother's shampoo after she left, to smell her again, to smell home again. But Neil had just called him a pussy and punched him. As he bled onto the floor billy promised himself he'd never wear lavender again.

The last picture he had of her was at home in his bedroom tucked away inside a locket underneath a floorboard for safe keeping. He cherished it, even if he hadn't seen it eight years. He had hidden it after Neil caught him with it one day and threatened to throw it down the garbage disposal.

So much of his life had been controlled by Neil, what he wore, what he said, what he did. Whenever he screwed up he got hit, Billy learned at a young age never to question his father. When Max came along things were suddenly different, his mistakes weren't just his now. No, now her mistakes were his too, everything bad that happened was his fault and he got punished.

Max hanging around boys, Billy's fault. Max skate boarding, Billy's fault. Max late for dinner, Max talking back, Max got a bad grade, Max didn't respect him enough, everything was Billy's fault. He had to teach her right from wrong, he had to correct her, he had to avoid flying fists.

Billy hated himself, hates himself for what he let his father do. He rolled over in bed, soft blue sheets crumpled under his fingers. It was 5 am, his father liked him to get up early.

After finally getting himself out of bed, Billy made his way to the bathroom. For the first time in a long time Billy looked at himself, really looked at himself. His hair and eyes he got from his mom, cheek bones and lips from his dad, the dead look behind his eyes and scars from the fucking shadow.

Billy showered, changed and walked to the kitchen. El was sitting at the dinning table with Max as Hopper pulled egos from the toaster. It was almost too calm, too quiet, this was always how it felt before Neil did something.

As soon as El's eyes landed on him she perked up and called out to him.

"Billy! You're up! Come sit!" She cried out happily.

Great.

Hopper walked out of the kitchen and pulled out a chair for the young boy. Billy flinched back as the older man gave him a pat on the back. Flinching like a fucking pussy, aft raid of a little fucking pat on the back.

Max watched with weary eyes, she knew Billy hated being coddled almost as much as he hated mornings. His eyes seemed to darken in the way only his eyes could.

Hopper brought him a plate and wrapped his arm around the boy to place it on the table, Billy stayed sitting stiffly until the man moved his arm away. El leaned over the table and looked into his eyes.

"Are you okay?" She asked in a meek little voice.

Everyone was too fucking close, he's not a fucking baby, he can do it himself. Hopper walked back to the kitchen but the room still felt too crowded.

"Why don't you guys just back off, he's fine he barely even has a scratch on him. Can we please focus on something else." Max snapped out, she could tell Billy was getting overwhelmed.

Not that bad? Not that fucking bad? Billy knew he deserved it but come the fuck on. If Neil was here he'd have beaten Billy for even allowing Max to say that. Fist clenching, would Hopper think the same thing? She was his responsibility's needed to correct her.

"I can speak for my fucking self Maxine." Billy snarled out, lip curling upwards.

Max recoiled back, she was just trying to help why'd he have to be such a dick?

"Fuck off Billy." She swung her hand out to wave him off, she must have done it too quickly though because Billy grabbed it in mid air as if it was aimed at him. That was it.

"Watch the attitude shitbird." She held her ground an stanched her arm out of his grasp.

"What are you gonna do about asshole?"

"You know what happens when you disobey me, I break things." He grabbed his plate and threw it at the wall.

His hand must have brushed the glass in front of him onto the floor because another loud cracking noise rang out. Billy stood up, glaring down at his sister as El shivered in her chair.

It broke with a loud crash, splintering over the floor. Hopper walked over to the table worry etched into his face.

"Hey, what's going on out here?" He yelled out. Hopper stared at the scene in front of him, he grabbed onto Billy's shoulder and dragged him back into his room.

The older man pushed him into the room and Billy bumped against the door softly. He didn't look down chin facing up, the way his dad liked, daring to look into the older man's eyes. Billy's eyes squinted as the older man stepped onto his space bubble.

Hopper recognized this, the standoffish-ness, the yelling, the subtle flinching when someone got too close. He already knew what Neil had done, he'd seen the X-rays, Billy didn't need to say anything for him to know the truth.

Hopper deflated when he noticed the subtle flinch in the boy's eyes.

"Take a minute, calm down. Then we're gonna talk about this okay?" Billy eyed the man wearily, was this some sick fucking trick?

Hopper turned away and left the room.

Part 4:

@buggylad

#hurt billy hargrove #billy hargrove #stranger things #steve harrington #max hargrove #max mayfield #jim hopper #eleven #jane hopper

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clubmates-a · 2 years

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ok, this isn’t our first rodeo, so i’ll keep it simple, (esp since this one is pretty wordy all by itself): a hc dump for yuri will be under the cut! <3

>yuri is the sole heiress to her family’s business, ‘oh-ware!’, a fairly well-known OS and general software company in japan, which is fun. or, well. it would be without the inattentive/emotionally abusive parents, and the pressure that’s been weighing down on her since she was a child, to be perfect and poised and keep up family appearances. but it’s not like she exactly has a choice in the matter, so… >to say the least, her relationship with her parents isn’t one of love, but business, it’s cold and calculated. and, that’s if they’re even around at all–when not in the office, they’re out at business parties, taking business trips, holding conferences, making public appearances, etc etc. so, unless it’s a 'family event’ or s/t particularly important, she’s left home alone, which she’s gotten pretty used to over the years.

>she struggles with some chronic pain from an dance injury to her left knee, which thankfully, didn’t result in her having to quit ballet. but, some days are worse then others, and when it’s particularly bad she either wears a brace, or uses a cane. >also: sayori decorated her cane with stickers after a heart-to-heart she + yuri had abt their different experiences with chronic illness and chronic pain, respectively.

>though, unfortunately a lot of this stuff (mostly the horror-related things) end up covered up/hidden, since her parents don’t rlly approve, they say it’s 'unladylike’.

>you know how in act two it’s mentioned yuri brings a different knife to school each day? well, that’s true, hence how she died, but. it can be sort of said for act one yuri as well, just… in a less intense sense–aka she often carries around a small swiss army knife, for a multitude of reasons. >she started carrying it around in middle school, as it was her very first knife, so while it may seem silly, it has a lot of meaning to her!

*often folds her hands, holds them close to her chest, tucks them behind her back, etc etc–both out of awkwardness, and to kept them from wandering, and looking for s/t to fidget with. *tends to walk on her tippy-toes/the balls of her feet, but maybe that’s not so surprising from a dancer. this means she walks rlly quietly though, and tends to accidentally scare people, rip, lmao *fiddles with her hair a lot, twirling it around her finger, playing with the ends, trying to hide behind it, etc etc.

#* && OOC #* && YURI /// DEEP; BROODING !#first hc post........... hell yeah #long post tw

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lavendergalactic · 4 months

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☆ 　 jecka and nicole rentry graphics!

day 6 of my lavender locket week! windows boarders by luvpngs f2u w/ credit!

i dont know that much about class of 09 because my partner plays it, but they showed me the anime short and yeah.. they're us on our private server tbh

#lavender locket week #cyth 🍔#class of 09 #rentry #sntry #rentry inspo #rentry graphics #sntry graphics #graphics #graphic

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violetncee · 1 year

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ok, this isn’t our first rodeo, so i’ll keep it simple, (esp since this one is pretty wordy all by itself): a hc dump for yuri will be under the cut! <3

>though, unfortunately a lot of this stuff (mostly the horror-related things) end up covered up/hidden, since her parents don’t rlly approve, they say it’s 'unladylike’.

>some of yuri’s fidgets/habits are!–

#* && OOC #* && YURI /// DEEP; BROODING !#first hc post........... hell yeah #long post tw

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discoerot1ca · 1 year

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I’m laughing. I’m taking your hands and spinning you around, saying yes! this is what I’ve been waiting for! and you’re grinning, feet quick and light with only a slight trip of hesitation left. we are giddy in summer, dandelion fuzz caught up in our hair, as sometimes we are on the ground and sometimes in the wind. we fall down once more, my wrists coming to rest on your knees.

you brought the sun in with you. it’s winter, but there was no keeping you at the door. you tumbled in, all lavender skirts and pink lips and green eyes. wild thing, I clasped you into a locket the moment I saw you. and you laughed, said you can put me there, but I’ll be here too. I showed you around the house, said I’m sorry I didn’t clean up first, I didn’t know when to expect you and it aches to wait unlived in. you kissed the tip of my nose and freckles bloomed out across my cheeks, turned to daisies, turned to snowflakes.

next year I would like to learn guitar.

I smile. we can learn together.

you’re fishing for a compliment. do you think my hands are made for it?

I think your hands are made far better than mine. I take your hand and splay your fingers wide, kiss your palm. I kiss the back of your hand. I kiss the palm of your wrist. before we know it I am kissing you everywhere again. before we know it you are the warmest love I could ever receive.

they are praising you. they say your name, tell you you are made for the stage, for speaking, for directing. the goblet is overflowing and we drink it down, gulp after gulp, gold spilling down our chins. I take your face in my hands and kiss you until our eyes are matching, sparkling gold as ambrosia. they say your name and I hold you so tightly my arm merges into yours.

(- I was beginning to think I had made you up)

i’m trying to romanticize the sickness, i really am. at least it isn’t the bubonic plague, but bring on the leeches.

we were afflicted around the same time. except i got sick twice.

absence makes the heart grow fonder. yeah, well, fat load of good that’ll do. the condolence flowers I received last week have already started to rot.

it’s pestilence that i loathe, more than death. because it’s easier to romanticize dying, being a widow was something i fantasized about. but gone are the days of plague masks and pricking fingers. the fact of the matter is, i feel disgusting. it’s easier to be sick together when you’re physically together. at least you can tuck each other in, bring in some soup on a tray, crush up some ice.

but i have to hope that on the other side of this, we are triumphant. we have banished our bodies from disease. i’d like to believe that i’ll never take my health for granted again, but that would be lying.

i am not a leper. i do not infect everything i touch, and i refuse to believe that for a second. i heal-i heal-and sickness is weaker than the both of us.

i am wiping the tears from my eyes, because i know what we risk by being alive.

—i’m sorry. it’s all I can think about right now

#asks #kind of about first & second but take it as you will

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swtki · 3 years

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Worries - Edward Cullen x Fem reader

Request:

Happy birthday!!! I hope you have a wonderful day xox 1 & 9 please? They can be separate or together, whatever your creativity decides <3

A/N: Thanks :), since you didn’t leave a character, I am going to use Edward Cullen. I rarely write for him so its time I do him justice.

1. “You’ve always looked lovely in lavender”

9. “Get used to it, because its part of a package deal.”

WARNINGS: just angst mostly, fluff and swearing

SUMMARY: Y/N is unsure of her relationship with Edward, making her question if getting attached is the right thing for her to do. He won’t let her ignore his feelings for her.

Until I had met Edward, I hated routine. The same day to day activities that dwell on meaningless little life activities. Same school, same small fucked up town. In a way, I thought a constant change was perfect.

But then I met Edward, and suddenly I never wanted any change. I don’t want him to change, I don’t want him to be here Monday, gone on Tuesday. Maybe that’s selfish, and I know I would eventually go on, but I don’t want to.

The day we met, I was sitting in the library, my face hidden behind a book. He walked over to my table, asking if he could take a seat next to me.

“Please,” I said, pulling my bag off the chair. “You’re welcome to sit here, though the bell rings in seven minutes.” He pulled his lips into a tight grinned smile, making a smooth movement to sit down. Within a second, he mumbled something.

“Sorry? Did you say something?” He was looking down, I could tell he wasn’t sleeping. Suddenly, his golden eyes made contact with mine.

“I said, your sweater is quite nice.” I quickly looked down at my sweater, a lavender color, made of thick cotton. I mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ and went back to my book.

“You’ve always looked lovely in lavender” Edward wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me out of my day-dream. “If I remember right, you weren’t too fond of my small talk.” I lean my head back into his cool neck, feeling the soles of my sneakers sink into the permanently wet grass in the courtyard.

“No, but I’m also not fond of you intruding on my inner monologue. When did you get here?” I ask, turning to face my boyfriend.

“Here? I’ve been at school all day. How come you weren’t in biology today?” Edward puts a strand of hair behind my ear, I look away quickly.

“I was busy, hadn’t seen you all day so I thought you weren’t here. Skipped in the library.” I’m never good at this, explaining myself to him. I don’t push as to why I didn’t see him at lunch, I figure maybe his sibling had a moment or something.

I’m not as warm as Edward, never have been. It’s always been ironic, to me at least. I’m afraid of fucking up, he never worries about fucking me up because he can read my mind. He always knows what I want, what I need. But on my side, if I ever have any doubts, I have no idea what he needs.

He’s looking at me with confusion, he knows. Before he can say anything, I kiss his cheek, giving him a quick smile before I turn and start walking to my car. I know that as I walk, he’ll still be hearing my thoughts, but he won’t be able to get clarification. Sure, I know that's not fair, but I just can’t be prodded and analyzed at this moment.

My drive home is boring, I can’t block out the thoughts in my head. Tears spill out of my eyes as I think about the times he’s disappeared. I was so afraid this morning he had gone without a trace, left me like how he did during the first month of our relationship in tenth grade. Didn’t even have the fucking curtesy to break up with me, tell me why he had up and left for two weeks. No calls, emails, nothing. Then he just came back, as if nothing happened. We did make up, I was head over heels and once he told me the only alternative was my murder, I couldn’t be mad any longer. These disappearances would happen over the summer, occasional calls were all I got.

I understand why they left, and truthfully I’m not too mad at them. But, I am mad that every time I don’t see him in the halls, I get scared. And when I get scared, he just can’t understand. By the time I get into my house, the tears have almost run their course, leaving my cheeks flushed and my breathing hitched.

The door in my room opens with a creek, as per usual fashion, I throw my school shit on my floor and strip. My Mom is at work, leaving me alone in the house.

Showers possess the ability to wash away more than dirt. Usually, a half hour in the shower resets me. But when I wipe away the steam on my mirror, my eyes are still wet with a fresh glaze. I feel like absolute shit. Like my entire world can crumble as soon as this bathroom door opens.

As I open my bedroom door, I’m startled as I see Edward outside my window. His head was pressed against the glass, his eyes closed. He’s thinking. Putting my hand at the point where my towel is tucked in, I open the window lock, and slide it up. Edward slips inside my room, and sits on my bed.

I pay him no mind for a good two minutes. Turning my back to pull out my clothing from my drawers.

“So, you’re going to what...avoid me, avoid the problem, avoid the fact I know you’re afraid of me leaving?” He says quietly.

“Yeah well, I figured you would avoid telling me wherever the fuck you were today during lunch.” I pulled my teeshirt over my head.

“Y/N just listen, I know you’re scared. I know I should call more, look,” he lifts his phone up to me, with my contact on speed dial. A small gesture, but one that says he plans to follow through. “I’m trying to do better. I’m never going to up and leave for longer than a school day. I promise.” He stands up, hooking his arms around my waist.

“Still,” I mumble, leaning into his arms. “Where even were you today?”

“Out,” he pulls out a small box, “I was out, getting this.” I grasp the box, opening with a bright smile on my face. It was a simple silver necklace, with a medium sized locket on it. The photo in it was of us on the night we first kissed. Now, my eyes fill with happy tears. I give him a passionate kiss.

“Why do you always have to not only make the problem, but solve it too?” He laughs at my words.

“Get used to it, because its part of a package deal.”

#edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x reader smut #jasper hale fanfic #jasper hale x reader #twilight x reader #twilight headcanon #twilight fanfic #robert pattinson #robert pattinson smut #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x reader smut #cedric diggory smut #cedric x reader

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whump-tr0pes · 2 years

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I want to bring this back in the spirit of Christmas.

What are the family getting for Christmas?

Hahaha fantastic. As for the family, here's what they got for Christmas!

Tori: some daffodils pressed and hung in a frame, as well as some dangly earrings. And a new patchwork quilt

Vera: a spicy bit of bedroom-wear, a cellphone (since the family is all living separately now), and a can of spices

Gray: a huge container of earl grey tea, a cozy hat for the winter, and a new pair of orthopedic soled shoes

Ellis: lots and lots of baby clothes, and a nice baby sling. Also a bottle of cinnamon whiskey for after they're done being pregnant!

Finn: caffeine pills, sleepy time tea, and a series of sci-fi books they eat up in a week

Sam: paints, canvases, watercolor paper, and a paint brush with a thick handle so they can hold it with their right hand

Edrissa: perfume made from spearmint and lavender, a thick winter skirt lined with fur, and a shiny bracelet

Zachariah: a soccer ball, multiple pairs of pants that actually fit him, and a giant block of fudge

Gavin: a locket with a picture of the family in it, a string bracelet that ties on so he never has to take it off, and a plate of molasses cookies

Isaac: a skein of yarn and a crochet hook so he can learn to do something new with his hands, a very soft pillow, and scar-softening cream

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the-broken-truth · 3 years

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Howdy! I was wondering if I could request some Yandere stuff from Resident Evil 8? I was thinking the reader is a 👩(female) 👻(Reincarnated), 🏠(Local) who was really close to Alcina before their death. Now back to life she wishes to leave the village and travel the world without Alcina becoming aware of just how similar the reader is to that person. But she gets caught attempted to flee in the end. If not thank you anyways!!

Broken Truth (Looks at the username and eyes widen): Isn't this strange? I was looking at your page when you sent me this ask and followed me. Thank you for both. Now, I shall make an answer worthy of a fellow yandere writer's eyes! Let the words weave together!!!

Broken Truth: Since - as it is told - When a soul reincarnates, they lose their memories of past lives but they tend to look or act the same. I think I can make this work. Also - The Reader Shall me named Antanasia due to the fact the name means 'One Who Will Be Reborn.'

SUBTITLE: Soulful Lavender Eyes

[In The Realm of Dreams]

"Floarea mea de lavandă?" The voice of the taller figure of the 2 sitting on a bench waiting to sunset called out as she turned her shrowd face towards the smaller figure to her right.

"Da, contesa mea?" The smaller figure questioned.

"I know you have said it before but I must know... shall we always be together?" The 'Countess' asked.

"Of course, My Love - not even time shall keep us apart." The smaller figure answered - causing what looked to be a smile on the taller figure's face. The two of them leaned in closer - as if for a kiss - but the light of the sun began to flare and consumed them both in its light, dissolving the dream into nothingness.

[In The Home of Antanasia Frost - Bedroom]

The eyelids that protected the lavender eyes opened - allowing the keeper these unusual color of eyes to gaze upon the ceiling of her bedroom. Closing those eyes again, she groaned as she face-palmed herself and lifted her upper body to sit upright in her bed - letting her head hang in her hands as they wiped the sweat from her face.

'That dream again... That's the 5th time this month. This damn village is driving me crazy; I can't wait to get the hell out of this deathtrap.' The young woman echoed in her mind.

This young was Antanasia Frost - a 35-year-old resident of the village who's dreamt of leaving the cursed village since the moment she lost her mother; who - against her father's wisdom - told her not to go out during the night but she failed to listen and lost her life when she was torn apart by a pack of lycans.

Antanasia's Father - Thomas Frost - worked as one of the village's best apothecaries; when your village is converted with death at every turn, a visit to them at least kept you alive along, giving you a chance to live. When her father died, Anatanasia took over the business and she's been working as hard as she can to save every last Lei so that she could leave this accursed place, and maybe the damn dreams will stop.

Little did she know - She was not the only one having a hard time sleeping.

[Castle Dimitrescu - The Catacombs]

The sound of water dripping through the creaks of the old stone that was illuminated by the light of the 3 candles perched upon the candlestick that rested in the hand of the golden-eyed woman that made her way through the stone tunnel. She walked until she reached a door but this door wasn't like all the others in his hall that were decaying away or already fallen apart into a pile of black wood - this door was fresh & made of fresh black wood with the golden Crest of Castle Dimitrescu right in the center of the door. The woman ran her free hand along the golden crest before she reached into her nightgown pocket and withdrew a small silver key that held her insignia as well. She inserted the key into the hole and turned, listening for the click, and pushed the door open, her long black hair - that would normally be in a black bun - was slight blown back as a cold gust of wind came from the newly opened room as she stepped inside.

The room was around a stone cell - the light of the moon that enter from the caged hole in the ceiling shined upon the crystals that were placed on burners around the room & in the center - was a large glass casket. The golden-eyed woman walked to the casket - her eyes beginning to water as she looked at the frozen figure that rested in the glass box, dressed in a lovely lavender silk gown, her skin ghostly white and her once silky brown hair was losing its pigment. The woman placed her hand on the glass box before speaking in a hushed voice.

"My Love... Forgive me for not coming to visit you for a while - the work with Mother Miranda has been rather time-consuming. She says that she is close to figuring out a way to return her beloved daughter from the grave...maybe she can do the same for you, my love. I've been dreaming a lot about you - about our time together. Could that mean...you shall return to me, My Beloved Flower?" She questioned the eternally silent woman in the glass box before her.

[The Next Week - Monday - The Awaited Day]

Map - ✔

Warm Clothing - ✔

All the chests packed onto the cart - ✔

2 Horses, well-fed - ✔

Horse food for 2 weeks - ✔

Small chests of Lei - ✔

Frost Herbal & Elixir Book - ✔

Lily's Locket - ✔

The Frost Family Photo Album - ✔

"That's everything." The lavender-eyed woman smiled as she checked off the last item on her list. She was finally ready to leave this place and never look back. She just closed the deal to sell her father's shop & her home for a hefty fee, it was the last little bit she needed to get everything she needed to the trip to the nearest major sit in Romania & buy a small home or a room at the inn.

Antanasia smiled at the cart of stuff before she walked over to her horse and stroked their manes - both of them snorting in glee.

"Don't worry, guys - packing took a lot longer than I thought but we still have some daylight to get to a safe place to get to before the sun goes down all the way." Antanasia looked at the setting sun with a smile, "We're gonna be free, guys. Now, let's get a move on; we've been here long enough." The girl said as she closed her eyes with a smile and began to board the carriage's driver seat when the horses began to freak out. Antanasia looked around with wide eyes to see what could have scared her horse when she saw 3 clouds of flies that seemed to be coming from 3 different directions - the bugs stood before her and gathered...into 3 bodies.

The Bodies of the Castle Dimitrescu's Heirs - The 3 Daughters.

"What do we have here, sister?" The eldest one - Bela - asked as she tilted her head like a cat.

"I don't know - it looks like a sheep is trying to leave the herd and we can't let that happen." said the middle child - Cassandra.

"Wait." The youngest - Daniela - said as she looked into the eyes of the woman before her & her sisters, 'Doesn't she look...familiar?" Daniela asked.

"What are you going on about, Dani?" Bela asked, confused at her sister's words.

"It's...I feel like I know her - something about her eyes making the back of my brain itch." Dani said without taking her eyes off the woman.

"You have a brain? When did you find it?" Cassandra chuckled - Bela was about to tell her off but something unexpected happened.

"Cassandra Dimitrescu - what have I don't you about disrespecting my dandelion?!" barked out Antanasia's mouth - causing her to slap her hand over her mouth when she realized what she said and the daughters - mainly Dani - got wide-eyed at those words.

"Dandelion? That's what... That's what Mama used to call me." Dani began to tear up, "I knew I recognized you... It's really you - you're back, Mama!!!" Dani yelled out with a smile but the woman before her shook her head.

"No, you have me mistaken for someone else! I am no mother of yours!" Antanasia barked out again as she backed away, bumping in her cart but it was for not when the daughters looked at each other, nodding and charged her.

[A few minutes later - Castle Dimitrescu - Alcina's Study]

"Mother, we have something for - something that you lost a long time ago," Bela said as she walked over to her mother sitting in her chair while her sisters held the struggling woman in their drip. The Lady of the Castle rose to her feet and turned to look at her daughters holding an unknown woman.

"What is the meaning of this, daughters?" Alcina asked.

"Mother, we have reason to believe that..." Bela began but Dani - in her excitement - her off.

"IT'S MAMA, MOTHER! SHE'S COME BACK BUT SHE WAS GOING TO LEAVE THE VILLAGE BUT WE CAUGHT HER BEFORE SHE DID!" Dani yelled out.

"LET GO OF ME! I'M NOT YOUR MAMA! I'M NOTHING TO YOU!" The woman yelled out.

'That Fury...'

It was indeed familiar.

"What makes you think she is my lost love when my beloved sleeps for eternity in a frozen glass box?" Alcina asked as she walked over to the struggling - looking down at her but couldn't see her eyes as they were closed in the struggling.

"Mother, she called Dani 'Dandelion' when Cassandra made fun of her." That name made Alcina's eyes widen and she looked at the woman before grabbing her face to keep it still but the woman still had her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes." Alcina demanded.

"Let me go!" Demanded the woman.

"OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES BEFORE I SLICE YOUR THROAT!" Alcina roared and her demand was met.

Gold Met Lavender.

Amber Met Amythest.

And the Dragon of Dimitrescu smiled again.

"MY BELOVED ANTANASIA, YOU HAVE RETURNED TO ME!" Alcina yelled as wrapped her arms around the woman and held her close, lifting her off the ground.

"Hey, let me down! How the hell do you know my name?" The lavender-eyed woman asked with a glare.

"My dear, are you well? Surely you remember your own wife?" Alcina questioned.

"I don't have a wife and even if I did, it damn sure wouldn't be you!" Antanasia yelled as she struggled - Alcina was stunned at her words but didn't let go.

"My love, what is the matter with you? Why are you like this?" Alcina asked.

"I'm not your love! I'm not their Mama! I just wanna get back to my cart and leave!" The woman yelled.

"Cart? What cart?" Alcina asked.

"As Dani said, Mother - she had packed a cart that was being pulled by two horses and was going to leave the village, she was going to leave us." Bela explained. Alcina looked wide-eyed as she returned her gaze to the glaring woman.

"Antanasia, my heart - does our daughter speak the truth? Were you really going to leave us?" Alcina asked.

'FOR THE LAST TIME - I'M NOTHING TO YOU, EITHER OF YOU! I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU KNOW MY NAME OR WHO YOU'RE CONFUSING ME WITH BUT I'M NOT HER AND I DON'T WANNA BE HER! I JUST WANNA LEAVE THIS HELLISH PLACE AND LIVE MY LIFE!" The lavender-eyed woman yelled and began panting to catch her breath.

"You are not going anywhere." Alcina's voice came out as a growl.

"What?!" Lavender eyes widened again at anger bleeding in gold.

"Do you know how long I have been waiting for you to come back to us? To make our family whole again? To light these dark halls with your love and life? Too long. Far too long. I lost you once - now your soul returns to me in this new form but I'm glad you retained your lavender eyes; the eyes I fell in love with." Alcina purred.

"I'm not the woman you fell in love with!" She pleaded.

"No, you're not, but give it time & you will be again. It doesn't matter how long I have to wait - your soul has returned to us and I shall rekindle that love. As you said before I lost you - Not even time can keep us apart." Alcina smiled a dangerous grin.

[End]

#resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu x female reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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matchamorphosis · 3 years

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 | ღ | 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || what seems to be a normal rich summer morning with the women who lives across the honeysuckle boulevard from his cottage lies something else. a buttery rich feeling that spreads deep within Bucky’s heart as he takes his neighbor, alongside Alpine to the farmers market for coffee.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || fluffy fluff! ➳ part one

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || retired!bucky barnes × neighbor![black//woc]reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 3K ➳ 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 || @firefly-graphics

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || if you think long walks with bucky and alpine in the sunny countryside are warnings then so be it but there is lots of food mentioned. ღ also reader owns a flower shop, not a warning thought just some info!

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || this version of cherry wine by hozier ღ this version of mystery of love by sufjan stevens ღ

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || eeeeep!!! so this is my first bucky with alpine fluff and i’m very glad to have it be the first for my fluffy mini series that i’m doing for this month! ღ I don’t describe reader too much throughout the story but what is clear is that I don’t specify on skin tone but yes the person in the moodboard is a woc! ღ anyways I hope you cherubs enjoy reading! ღ

+ p.s || do not repost, republish or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or steal my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡

it was a lavish affair when Bucky found himself tangled with you in the bed of a million perennial petals.

clothing falling and bodies twisting themselves against each other in not lust but emotional apprehension. the soft petals of rose, carnation and violet keep pouring like blissful rain, entangling in his hair and in the crooks of your body.

enough to suffocate but enough to make him feel enveloped in the fantasy- the divination of you you you and only you.

for you are butterscotch benevolence that he will let pool like ambrosial nectar in the cavernous hollows of his collarbones. your tears of seventh heaven euphoria trickling onto his skin forming constellations- like the paint speckles on the forlonged artists canvas of his naked soul.

you are honey sunlight oozing from the basin of the candy floss sky, lacing with the shedding petals that continue to powder in their divine scent and morality. his fine pink sheets soft and silky as the rose petals of Heliogabalus, he’d sigh in heavenly pleasure to be buried alive in petals if she was drunk of the love he has for her.

he sees her playing, singing, dancing and bringing her virtuous spring song deep within the glossy shine of her honey hive eyes. love seeping in the melancholy streams leaking through the old creeky floorboards of his home and straight into the chambers of his heart.

so promising yet so grandeur as he feels his chest warm with her very touch, the ivory bow encased in the virtuous flowers of her emblem garden in his hands- he’d think that he was Cupid but oh how he’s been struck by his own arrow in great surprise. straight into the once extravagant chamber of his heart.

the spiraling golden arrow destined to pierce and rip through the tender muscle of breast to the beating vessel that writes a tragic tale of eternal ravishment in the movements of lyrical beats. muttering with languor-glazed lips, he’d keep her love like a an old locket against his chest for it’s what reminds him of home whenever he feels the cold element on his skin.

there are pieces of you scattered in the wonderous arteries of his heart.

nestled in the folds of the beating muscle, take heed.

for that is his home.

y/n is his perennial feelings left unsaid, exquisite pain yet ethereal serenity. his soft bed of roses and his deadly golden arrow, all meant to give his heart hope.

that he was- however it seems the bed of roses and all the lovely elements it holds have come to a staggering pause.

now as the sun hits the past super soldiers eyelids that dream of flower petals and the heavenly vision of you disappear. they flutter open to meet the single stream of sunlight that has slipped past the slit of the sheer bedroom curtains. brightening up the somewhat clustered space of the room with its single golden string.

Bucky sighs in defeat, this is the fifth dream he’s had of you in a month and he was barely pushing past the second week of May. before he didn’t mind the dreams, they calmed his mind while he layed in slumber during the thunderstorms of April but now they were resilient. it wasn’t no regular thing to dream about the women across the boulevard in the haven of flower fields and maple trees.

Bucky knew this but he couldn’t help but not treat these dreams sweetly. they were the definition of sweet torture, you never hurt him in those dreams as he did to himself but it was a pain to know that you probably don’t think of him the same way. for goodness sake ever since he and Alpine moved the only interactions he had with the maiden were just acknowledgments as they passed each other on their daily errands.

he shouldn't be this infatuated with someone who he's only met.

the soft hum of a purr finally awakens Bucky, his cats paw brushing against the half covered skin of his fleshed bicep. it takes a pat or two to make Bucky open his eyes to find Alpines blue hues staring back at his and he gives his furry friend a crooked smile. a chorus of meows welcoming him to another sunny morning in the peaceful and harmonious countryside.

“morning pal, ya slept well?” Bucky smiles as he lazily lifts his hand to scratch the right spot behind Alpines ear.

stretching out of bed till his feet touch the cool wood flooring, following the simple path from the bedroom to the kitchen he pours Alpine his dish of cream and gets started on his own breakfast. whisking hen eggs his neighbors from afar gifted him the day before and toasting the freshly baked loaves of bread he bought specially from the market yesterday.

Bucky normally didn’t take any gifts from anyone, he wasn’t that type of person to feel comfortable with those sort of things but as the days gone by the cheerfulness of the communities welcoming energy towards him has soften his doubt.

eating his simple breakfast paired with coffee, Bucky bites into his buttery egg toast whilst quickly scribbling down his to-do list for the day. of course there isn’t any tasks that the hundred and ten year old man has to get done but there were things that Bucky did look forward to ever since he settled in a month ago. the country was a lovely peacefulness he had forgotten about ever since he was a boy.

traveling to his grandparents farm away from the city for memorable childhood summers in the sun and fields. turning his head to meet the white linen sheets that draped over the kitchen panels, Bucky can see the herd of brown and black spotted cows from the distance. tapping the pencil against the shiny polish of the kitchen table he bites his lip on what else to add on.

his head lifts up to see through the other window that casts its lovely light against his paper. blue eyes meeting the toffee cobblestone path that led to her cottage, hidden amongst the shrubbery of acorn trees and flower budded bushes. hearing from lots of locals in the cobblestone village near the sparkling sea that she owns a little orchard of peach and cherry trees, a few strawberry patches amongst the vegetation.

it made sense why he sometimes finds a large wooden basket of those ruby fruits at his doorstep from time to time. a card inviting him over for some tea that he would agree to yet he would always call you the next day a stuttering mess canceling it over some important errands. nonetheless it made Bucky's heart swell how understanding you were, sweet just like the ripe fruits you pluck for him on Sundays.

Bucky would make copplers and sometimes pies out of them and if he wasn't so scared of the possibility of being too attracted to you he'd head over to your place so he and him would eat them in your gazebo. but of course he can't do everything his heart implores him to do. was it bad to want to get to know you and imagine what it would be like to befriend you?

maybe do lots more than just befriend you...

sometimes he would find a glimpse of your form in the distance as he headed for the lake neat the lavender fields up north to fish something for dinner. humming while you cared for your flowers, singing to them as you danced along the vintage radio. Bucky could see himself singing and dancing alongside you. caring for your precious tulips, primroses and other beautiful flowers that you sold.

those pretty flowers sweet and divine just as her lips and voice when the two first met, when he arrived in the too expensive car that stood out amongst the scenery. arms occupied with bouquets upon bouquets of trimmed flowers that practically shielded her face, his body ran straight into yours when he got out of his car. flower petals falling with the impact and him apologizing one thing led to another and he helped her with her bouquets all while being stricken when he got a clear look at her.

a clear look at you.

lovely in your sundress that flowed beautifully against your bodies soft planes, there was something about the sparkle in your eyes that made him start to stutter. something about you that made his heart bloom in a recherché flower he still can’t understand because he can still hear the velvety tone of your voice speaking your own name when giving each other’s your introduction.

from there on out a glowing ember of clustered stars burned in the pit of his belly when you spoke his name and he spoke yours. it was soft and innocent as the flowers in your arms but the introduction was cut off far too short for Bucky's liking but he promised you a coffee when he was completely settled in. having to do something so he could see you again cause oh how he wishes to hear you speak his name again and again and again till the flowers sprout, bloom and decay with each coming season.

maybe he should pay you a visit and bring up that coffee...

the music from the radio filling the bright cottage kitchen sweetly alongside the birds singing their song outside. Alpine takes his seat across from him, yawning over the new day that brings nothing but lazy laps and baked fish treats. forking a few honey drizzled raspberries in his mouth, Bucky walks to the front door and just in time the daily paper plops down on his feet from the passing paper boy whipping through the grassy roads on the shiny steel of a ringing bicycle.

bending down to retrieve the newspaper, he passes through the sidewalk of petunias and violets till he reaches his mailbox. the wood creaky and the metal rusty but the daisies that sprinted around the opening was a pretty site to see before Bucky grimaced at people from the outside world wanting to invade his privacy. grabbing the letters before smelling the sweet daisies, Bucky looks through the letters one by one. ripping some that had no use for to be used as fire food for his fireplace, grunting that even though he’s away from the tabloids and cameras there are still people eager enough to want something from him.

a soft voice from the distance pulls him out of his annoyance, it makes his eyes lift from his dreaded mail to the women a mile away singing her song as she reaches her mailbox. Bucky can’t help but look at her from afar; and maybe Alpine knows this to as he watch his lovesick owner admire the maiden from the kitchen windowsill.

with some obscene fortune he notices you checking your mailbox as well. heart pacing in his chest, he wishes he didn’t go outside before showering and at least brushing his hair for your waving to him from the distance.

“hello hello Bucky!” your sweet voice exclaims and it just adds onto the heaven that is the morning it makes his cheek hurt from how much he’s smiling.

“hello hello to you y/n. how is the shop coming along?” Bucky shouts and his heart sinks when you wave him over to you.

despite his mind telling him to not pursue closer his heart makes him walk his way to you standing next to your Valentine shaped mailbox. his worries slipping away when there's a underlying comfort in your posture and aura, alluring like the bees are to the flowers. welcoming and warm and he can't help but feel that way every time he's near you.

speaking of you, its reassuring to also know he wasn't the only one to wear pajama's out since your still in your blue silk nightgown. matching silk slippers adorning your feet, you sip from your tea cup as you read what he believes to be a Cosmopolitan.

“it’s coming along great, thank you! a bit slow the first week but that’s how any business starts but I just received my tenth loyal customer and i’m more than certain i’ll be selling lots of flowers today.” you spoke as you smiled to yourself then up at him.

checking your mail, Bucky’s surprised that you have quite a handful of letters and boxes. all written in lovely cursive and packaged nicely, almost like love letters and gifts. it makes Bucky’s heat sink, knowing that he might not be the only one who’s fallen head over heels for you. by all means you probably have the whole village under a spell with just the way you smile alone but he wants to see that smile the most.

he wants to be the reason for that smile.

“that’s sounds wonderful y/n, maybe I could stop by and pick a pretty bouquet or two," you only smile wider upon those words and much to his excitement you even brush your hand against his.

"oh really? have a special someone in your life who needs some loving?" you perk as you open an envelop but the question makes Bucky's throat dry on how he should answer.

you seem like the type of maiden who loves an honest man- yes, he should be honest.

"well... there is this one special lady." Bucky lingers and that makes you snap your attention away from the letters in your hands. voice dying in your throat at those words and heart beat hitting pause.

"I always thought Alpine was gonna be the only one to get to my soft spot- we sleep in the same bed together," he stops to laugh a bit, rubbing the back of neck with his metal arm and you laugh along with him.

"how is Alpine? i'm noticing he's getting into a routine with sleeping in my chamomile beds in the afternoon," you smile and bring your tiny tea cup to your lips. "would you care for a cup Bucky? this just so happens to be chamomile,"

"Alpine is doing good and thank you for bringing that up I was beginning to wonder where that rascal has been leaving for. will have an important talk to him once I get home and- I was going to ask you something," Bucky speaks while admiring how your thick lashes curtain your honey hive hues as you sip the steaming golden liquid.

no one should look that beautiful just drinking tea yet here he is, breathless on the simple action. if he truly wanted a cup he'd wish to drink from your tiny cup, to press his lips upon the porcelain rim where yours once brushed against. drink the sweet sunshine to experience the closest thing to your honey kiss...

"don't worry it's alright! I love looking over at him when I have tea at the back patio, he's quite a lovely guest. very well mannered, and yes Bucky is there anything I can help you with?" you cannot deny that your heart is practically skipping beats in your chest, fast and lively like the flutter of a butterfly wing.

Bucky runs his fingers through his hair, for someone who has done the simple thing of asking someone out for couple hundreds of times a hundred years ago from now it’s a disappointment that he’s lost his touch. however you don’t seem to notice or care but that doesn't mean he should give up. not when you're right here glowing in your morning dew radiance, anticipating the next words to slip past those lips.

it's now or never.

"h-how do you feel about that coffee I promised? today? I have a few errands to run in town and I was wondering if you would accompany me- on my errands... if that doesn't bother you,” Bucky rambles to a stop and he's thankful you're still smiling that closed lip grin against the porcelain of the cup.

"yes Bucky I would love that! there's a coffee cart near the shop I work at but what about your lady? she wouldn't mind us going out for coffee, would she?" you speak as you gather your letters in your arms. glancing up at Bucky to receive some conformation and Bucky bites his lips.

"I don't think she'll mind. in fact... I think she would love me to go out once in a while. I have a habit of only going out when necessary, coffee with you wouldn't hurt,"

"that's perfect, i'll see you at twelve then Bucky. you can help me open shop to," you smiled and Bucky returned an even warmer one back.

filling your heart with a rush of liason, like a tea cup filling with tea. something meant to be full and warm, embraced with someone's touch and lips as they drank each fluttering honey glazed sensation they have for one other.

something that seems to be happening right now before they break their strong eye contact, wiry- crooked smiles still embellishing their sun-freckled faces.

you wish you could kisses each one off his clean shaven cheeks right now, slightly rosy but oh how it would feel like peach skin against your lips.

Bucky wishes to kiss yours, the shine of your lips the form of heart shaped clouds and he just can't seem to get his head out of the amorous blue you cast him into.

"i'll be seeing you in an hour Bucky," you draw before walking away with a cheeky wink, your eyes still locking with his before you get to the rosy sunflower porch.

"and i'll be waiting for you doll,"

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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Princess Part 10

Harry Potter Marauders Era AU

Link to Part 9

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M

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“Considering we have been preparing for you to die...I think we deserve five minutes of explanation. You have scared Y/n and your mother to death. I suggest you start talking…”

Regulus frowned at his father’s comment. Orion was right. You did deserve the truth. Regulus knew later he would feel guilty for not caring about his mother knowing the truth or Orion for that matter. His only worry was you. You sat at his side gently stroking his now healed hand.

“Fine, shut the door.”

Regulus replied as James reached out and shut the door with his foot. As much as Regulus didn’t want anything to do with James nor Sirius, they did save his life. Maybe it was time to put some bitter feelings on the back burner for the moment.

“Voldemort is worse than we all feared. He’s insane and we need to stop sympathizing with him. James and Sirius just keep doing whatever it is that you do. That part was directed toward you but...mum and dad...we were so wrong. This guy almost killed Kreacher....yes, that pissed me off but it wasn’t the reason that I…did what I did. Voldemort is out there creating horcruxes...I found one...a locket. I just need to figure out how to destroy it.”

Sirius’ mouth dropped.

“So that explains what you were muttering about. How do we destroy it?”

Regulus shrugged.

“Beats the hell out of me. Kreacher has it right now.”

Sirius frowned.

“You left something that important to Kreacher? The same Kreacher that we grew up with?”

You winced when Regulus’ hand tightened around yours.

“Well, it was either that or it went to the bottom of the lake with me while I was busy being drowned by Inferi. Which would you have preferred?”

Regulus ignored how both Walburga and Orion went completely pale at the mention of “being drowned.” Sirius, meanwhile, was still trying to take in what he was hearing.

“So inferi tried to turn you into a human pretzel?

Regulus was beginning to get annoyed with Sirius. He didn’t like being interrupted as it was now here was Sirius asking questions that would have been answered anyway.

“Yes, Sirius...please keep up. Like I was about to say, Voldemort won’t just leave the prized pieces of his soul just lying around. He will make whoever it is work for what they are getting. Between having to slice my hand open to get into this place, drinking some god fucking awful potion, and almost getting drowned...I had to give the locket to Kreacher. He is probably at home having a panic attack because the last thing that he saw was me going under. Mum, can you send a telegram home and let him know that everything is alright?”

Walburga was fanning herself. None of this was anything that she expected to hear. She had expected to hear some story of Regulus going up against another death eater. Now knowing how close she actually was to losing her baby, everything was beginning to feel fuzzy.

“I don’t think mum is available right now.”

Sirius commented. Orion nodded and gently patted his wife’s shoulder. He wasn't sure what really to do to comfort her when he was trying to control his own pounding heart. Between questioning, if what Regulus was saying was true and the realization that he almost died...Orion didn’t know how to feel.

I knew that I should have never supported letting him get into that.

Orion thought before finally speaking.

“Son, Kreacher is just fine. I told him where we were going before we left.”

Regulus nodded before turning his attention back to you. Your hand was over your mouth as the tears were streaming down your face.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. That’s why I was so short-tempered before we broke up...I was…”

You shook your head. None of this was anything that you wanted to hear. Deep down you knew that there was a reason Regulus had been so grumpy. Regulus losing his temper when you begged Sirius for help all made sense now.

“You’re fine now...that’s what matters.”

Regulus laughed.

“I don’t know about fine. When Voldemort finds out that I figured out his secret, he isn’t going to be thrilled.”

“Sounds like you need to go into hiding a bit.”

James commented. Regulus hated the thought of being trapped in a house but, for once, Potter was probably right on this one. He definitely needed to lay low once Voldemort came back from trying to gather new recruits in Bulgaria.

“Yeah, maybe.”

Regulus commented as Walburga jumped up.

“There is no maybe to it, Regulus! You will go into hiding whether you want to or not.”

Regulus didn’t feel like arguing with his mother at the moment and only nodded. In fact, the only thing that he really wanted to do was to go back to sleep and sleep for a long time. He had to shake the urge to go back to sleep before turning his attention back to you.

When Orion stood and commented that the two of you needed some privacy, you could have been more thankful. The two of you had a lot to talk about and the last thing that either of you wanted was to have this conversation with an audience.

Regulus waited until everyone was out of the room before relaxing back into the pillow. He finally felt like he could relax.

“Do you hurt badly?”

You asked before reaching out and stroking your fingers through his hair. Regulus didn’t open his eyes but was clearly pleased by the physical contact.

“A little. I didn’t want you finding out what happened like that.”

You sat down on the side of the bed and took his hand in yours. It didn’t matter how you found out, you would have been devastated. Knowing how close you were to losing Regulus made everything within you ache. Seeing him banged up was bad enough but knowing that you almost lost him forever...you couldn’t put that thought into words.

“It would be horrible no matter how I found out.”

Regulus’ eyes fluttered open.

“I’m sorry about the past few months. I never meant for any of it to go the way it did. I was a jerk to you and you didn’t deserve it! You were trying to keep me safe...I’m not mad at you for going to Sirius. I guess part of me was jealous.”

“Darling, you don’t have to worry about my feelings toward Sirius. He’s obsessed with Remus and I can’t nor do I have the desire to compete with that.”

Regulus smirked for a moment, however, his face went back to the “sad lost boy” expression that always made your heartache. His face looked as it did the night that Sirius left.

“I always knew that there was something going on there. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about them. I want to talk about us. I love you, Y/n and I want to be with you because you're good for me. The past few months without you...I don’t want to go back to that place. If you want your ring back...I’ll never take it off of your hand again.”

Regulus wrapped his hand around yours and brought it to his mouth. He closed his eyes and inhaled your scent. Regulus wasn’t about to tell you the childish mess that he had been without you. Maybe you should know that he either drank himself to sleep or cried like a baby every night to mourn your loss. Regulus had refused to get out of bed for a few days and had taken to laying with his face shoved into your pillow just to smell your lavender shampoo.

“I love you too, Regulus. You’re right. I was just trying to keep you safe. I didn’t want to see you harmed. Now knowing that you almost died and seeing what you have gone through, I regret ever saying that I was okay with you being a death eater. I’m proud of you for what you have done though. You were so brave, love.”

“It was more desperation than bravery. I also got pissy because that twat hurt my elf.”

You smiled.

“You should rest, darling.”

Regulus didn’t move to let you go.

“Lay with me. I’ll sleep better feeling you against me.”

Regulus scowled at you when you didn’t move fast enough. You, meanwhile, looked down at him with apprehension.

“You won’t hurt me. Just lay on my right side and put your head on my chest. Please.”

You couldn’t say no to those eyes. As gently as possible, you eased yourself against Regulus’ body. Regulus yawned and snuggled his face against your hair.

“See. I’m not hurting now, Princess.”

You smiled against his chest as Regulus slowly began to doze back off leaving you awake.

Everything will be okay this time…

It took another week before the healers would consider letting Regulus go home. You were relieved when the healer finally said that he could go home. Regulus has been getting frustrated with not being able to leave even though he felt fine (so what if he was still walking with a limp). He wanted out of the hospital to heal at home.

Regulus had talked you into agreeing to move back into him. You knew that James wasn’t thrilled with the idea. He had tried to persuade you to “take things slow” with Regulus.

“Y/n, please. You really should take this slow. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“I know, James. Regulus needs me though. I want to take care of him.”

Regulus, meanwhile, was thrilled upon hearing that you didn’t do what James wanted but what he wanted instead. It just proved to Regulus that you were loyal to him and that was what he wanted.

The following two weeks were a little more difficult than you expected. Regulus wasn’t thrilled that you didn’t want to give up your job working for Barty Crouch Sr. The day that you were scheduled to return to work, Regulus sat on the bed watching you with a scowl.

“Why do you want to work for that crazy old man? We have plenty enough money for you not to work.”

“Because I actually enjoy my job.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest with an impatient frown.

“I don’t like him. He locked up his own son.”

You sighed as you finished putting on your lipstick.

“He kind of had to, love.”

“He’s a creep.”

Regulus muttered before standing and limping toward the door. You quickly walked after him as Regulus sat down on the couch to start reading a book.

“Reggie, please. This job has really taught me a lot. I’m not some spoiled selfish princess who only cared about herself anymore.”

Regulus looked up. He felt guilty about his less than stellar actions. While Regulus was trying to “see things differently” now old habits die hard deaths. He was thankful that you had been beyond patient with him as he would fuss about the order then turn around and say that they were doing the right thing.

“You have never been selfish. Love, you are the least selfish person on this stupid planet. I just worry...I’m also getting frustrated with sitting here day after day. It may be a good thing that you are there. It gets more information that my brother can use. I don’t want anything happening to him.”

You gave Regulus a pleased smile.

“I know, darling. Maybe you should spend some time with Sirius. He would love to see you. I also need to have coffee with Remus. Since I won’t be getting a sister-in-law, Remus gets to do all of that ceremonial activities.”

Regulus smirked.

“I’m sure Remus is looking forward to listening to stories of our sex life.”

You pulled on your coat before moving to kiss Regulus goodbye.

“I return the favor so he doesn’t mind.”

It took all that you had not to laugh at the grossed-out expression on Regulus’ face.

“Gross. I don’t want to think about my brother getting laid. Have a good day. Maybe when you get home, we can work on some new stories to tell Remus.”

Regulus had been ready to rip your clothes off the day that he had come home but you told him no. It didn’t matter how many times that you told him no “for his health” Regulus tried to guilt-trip you into it.

“We’ll see how it goes.”

You had been gone for half an hour when there was a knock at the door. Regulus tossed his book to the couch before getting up and going to answer the door. Emma Rosier stood on the other side with a smile on her face. Regulus hadn’t seen Emma since Evan’s funeral. Other than writing her a few times to make sure that she was okay, Regulus had no urge to speak to her. Sending her a few “hey, are you still alive” letters was more out of due to respect for Evan than anything else.

“Emma.”

Emma smiled.

“Hey, I heard you were out of the hospital. What happened to you?”

Regulus didn’t answer immediately. The last thing that he was about to tell her was the truth.

“Stupid accident where I came off looking bad. You can come in, I have something of Evan’s for you anyway.”

Emma smiled and slid past Regulus. She turned as he closed the door and limped back to the couch.

“I haven’t seen you this banged up since that quidditch game in 5th year. Too bad, Y/n isn’t here to baby you...or is she? I heard that Y/n has moved back in and you two are fixing your little relationship.”

Regulus’ eyes carefully rolled up to meet Emma’s face. He had a feeling as to where this conversation was going to go.

“Mhm.”

Emma’s soured a bit.

“I don’t know how you trust her. She turned her back on you to aid your brother and his lot. Now she’s working for the man who put our friend...his own son in prison.”

Regulus felt the annoyance beginning to build in his stomach. He didn’t care for Emma in the first place and was only nice to her for Evan. Now he didn’t have to fool with her anymore or be nice to her for that matter.

There was also the fact that Emma would be so cold toward you. For someone who claimed to “be your best friend” she sure wasn’t acting like it.

“That’s the thing about people in our stories Emma. They are in prison or dead. Y/n was trying to protect me. I trust her.”

Emma crossed her arms over her chest before easing her shirt down a little lower to show more of her cleavage. She was pleased when Regulus narrowed his eyes at her. He didn’t look thrilled but his eyes were on her and that was what she wanted.

“You shouldn’t. Real soul mates don’t do their lovers the way that she has done you. Say goodbye to her Reggie and be the smart man that you are. Find a woman who will support you...someone like me who knows the pureblood ways.”

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