#moldy smith

[nyc-looks]

Madalena, 24

“I am wearing a skirt I made, a corset made by Eve Corsets, a vintage t-shirt, a vintage Jean-Paul Gaultier jacket, Moldy Smith earrings, thrifted gloves, Susan Alexandra bag, John Fluevog shoes and a bunch of thrifted necklaces and rings. I am inspired by the idea of only wearing what makes me happy. I don’t feel like myself until I have a bunch of layers and lots of accessories. Some people would say I always look like a kid styled me and I like that. I am a sustainable maximalist that enjoys not following any rules.”

Apr 15, 2022 ∙ Greenpoint

#streetstyle #style #outfit color #colors #susan alexandra #john fluevog #eve corsets #gaultier jacket #moldy smith #nyc looks

[elmayfields]

my whole life has just become midwest emo (i’m balkanic)

#midwest emo #midwest #midwest emo aesthetic #aesthetic #balkan #this is a girlblog #girlblogger #girlblogging #gaslight gatekeep girlblog #modern baseball #mom jeans #the flat stanleys #merchant ships #elliot smith #flatsound #the moldy peaches #hospital bracelet

[lawfulneutralmilkhotel]

im in an era rn

#indie folk #2000s indie #julie powers #elliott smith #hipness purgatory #kimya dawson #the moldy peaches #scott pilgrim vs the world

[nekobami]

[tw: ALIEN MOLD SOFT-GORE] One of the saddest things about Rickless animals is that... Most don't have nobody to take care of them.

"He promised me a Rick and Morty forever too."

"One hundred YEARS."

#rick and morty #vector animation #y'know what happens if you take too long to go take a bath?????? THIS HAPPENS. #yeah its a #morty oc #because the amount of careless ricks is horrifying #and i got inspired by other adult mortys ocs #this one isn't that hard to guess #he's #MOLDY MORTY #the guy goes like “im perfectly fine idk what are you talking about” #art #my gif #should i call him #morty smith #or #mold smith #rickless animals and their issues #vector #my art^

[kuteari]

He’d never like a nerd like me 😢

#girl #selfie #elliot smith #lily rose depp #moldy peaches #art

[inbetweend4ys]

a piece I made on garageband called "tv dinner"

#the smiths #the strokes #the moldy peaches #the cure #pinkpantheress #phoebe bridgers #the 1975 #lana del rey #ethel cain #the talking heads #Youtube

[peachhcs]

rainy day at the lake house

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

summary: there’s always someone around at the lake house meaning will can never get his girl alone without someone chirping at them

2.3k words

warnings: kissing, heated make out, lowkey sub!will, implications and talk of sex but no sex actually described, hickeys, will being clingy and kind of insecure (i don’t think i missed anything) (lowkey self-indulgent but whatever)

okkk this is my first time publishing something like this & i'm lowkey nervous for the feedback/reactions so pls be nice LMAOO obviously they’re both 18/19 in this and everything is consensual! if y’all really like this i can make a pt. 2 (maybe? it will be explicit if i do tho!!) i didn’t wanna make anything too explicit for my first time posting something like this anywaysss enjoy :)

au masterlist

will didn't realize how hard it would be to get his girl alone with almost twenty people in one house. he thought maybe—just maybe—there'd be a time when someone wasn't around and he could pull samy away for an hour, but there was always someone. always. he'd turn a corner and one of luke's friends would be hanging out there, or a devil's guy perched himself in the next room making it impossible to even breathe without having someone at your side.

and when the moment did arise, everyone would just chirp at him. he'd get up to go find samy and one of the guys would make some comment leaving the poor boy red in the face and swallowed by embarrassment. will couldn't even kiss her anywhere without someone having something to say.

will smiled, lacing his arm around samy's shoulder when she found a spot next to him. the girl returned his smile, pinching his arm while the blonde leaned in for a kiss.

their lips met for a brief second before getting pulled apart by some snickering from moldy and rut. their faces flushed, samy easily brushing them off and engaging in a conversation with them. will, however, couldn't rid his cheeks of the embarrassing crimson, slowly sinking down in his seat.

the chirping never usually bothered the boy, but at this point it was getting old. why couldn't everyone just grow up and stop poking fun at him for wanting to show some affection to his girlfriend? no one ever chirped as badly at ryan and julianne, or even rutger and kayleigh. what was so different about will and samy that everyone always had something to say?

one thing about michigan was that summers were always unpredictable. one minute everyone would burn in the 90° heat for days and then the next it rained forcing everyone to get close as they curdled up inside.

every room in the lake house filled itself with people trying to pass the time. turning a corner was like a jumpscare because you had no idea who you'll see. will found himself searching for samy. she left with hannah to go do something, abandoning will on a couch with gabe, ryan, drew, and aram who took turns playing mario kart. the boy got tired of them, wanting to spend time with his girl instead.

he nodded to some of the older guys as he passed through the house, wondering where exactly the brunette wandered off to. she must've went upstairs because he didn't see her anywhere downstairs, so will started up to the second floor. he finally started hearing faint voices of what sounded like samy and hannah coming from her room. the boy gently knocked on the door, not wanting to barge into whatever they were doing.

hannah's face appeared, a small smile on her lips when she saw the tall blonde standing sheepishly before her. "look what the storm blew in," the girl joked as she opened the door wider.

"hi will," samy grinned from where she sat on her bed. a sheepish grin spread across will's own lips.

"hi," he felt relieved that he finally found her while his eyes darted across the room. something about her room at the lake house was like a time capsule because every memory held itself in there.

the two held one another's gaze before slowly glancing at hannah, hoping she'd take the hint that they wanted to be alone.

"oh, right. this is my cue to leave," hannah chuckled and quickly slipped back out the door.

samy and will shared a small laugh before the boy shuffled himself closer to the bed, eyeing the pictures spread out across the comforter.

"we got bored, so we came up here and i decided to look through all of these pictures," samy explained when she saw her boyfriend's expression.

"feels impossible to get a moment away, huh?" the boy mumbled, gaze flicking back up to the brunette. she flushed under his stare, pushing the pictures into a pile before scooting herself closer to will.

her arms carefully wrapped themselves around his shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head. will's hands quickly clasped around her wrists as he pushed his face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. it felt so good finally getting a second alone.

"i guess that's what happens with twenty people in one house," samy chuckled lightly.

will turned his body into her more. the two fell back on the bed, eyes never leaving the other. samy reached out to brush away some of will's messy curls while his own hands wandered to the exposed skin of her (his) t-shirt and waistband.

"i feel like i've hardly been able to get you away for a moment. everyone's always pulling you away from me," will said almost sadly. "and when i do, someone's always got something to say about it."

maybe the boy was just a little bitter he couldn't show his affection because people chirped every time. samy laughed, pushing herself closer.

"i know, the guys are annoying aren't they? i dunno why they're like that," the girl shrugged lightly. she wasn't all too bothered by it though being so used to the teasing by now.

"they don't even do it around ryan and julianne. or rutger and his girlfriend," will continued with his annoyances.

"maybe it's just because this is the first summer we're finally actually together. everything was so different last summer as we figured stuff out. plus, the guys think they have to tease me all the time because i'm their designated little sister," samy rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

"that's stupid," the blonde muttered making samy laugh again. his touches on her bare skin made a shiver go down her spine. she clearly missed will's absent touches too. he's had to restrict himself knowing someone would say something if his hands were anywhere but to himself.

"we're together now, though?" the girl tried, caressing will's cheek. he blushed under her touch, breaking a tiny smile.

"for like ten minutes until someone barges in," he mumbled in annoyance. "we can't even sleep together without someone saying something and i don't mean it in a sexual way."

the one thing will looked forward to all summer was being able to fall asleep with samy in his arms and wake up with her still there. he craved that the entire school year. her weekend visits weren't nearly enough for him and now they couldn't even fall asleep with one another without someone making a sex joke. the brunette frowned briefly.

"you know you still can, right? i can make hannah sleep somewhere else," samy said.

"that would be kind of rude of me to make you do that," will was also extremely considerate and he wasn't gonna make hannah sleep on some flimsy blow up mattress.

"no, it wouldn't. i think she'd understand. why do you care so much about what people are saying about us anyway? i thought their chirping never bothered you?" the girl searched her boyfriend's eyes.

"i dunno.. maybe i just feel i'm supposed to gain their approval? you said it yourself, you're like their little sister. i'm the boyfriend half of them haven't even met before. i don't wanna make the wrong impression.. make them think i'm not good enough or something," will finally confessed. he sat up so samy wouldn't see his expression that glued itself to her carpet.

"hey, are you scared of jack, quinn, and luke's hockey friends?" samy raised her eyebrow, sitting up and trying to get will's eyes back on her. a slight tease hid in her tone.

"i dunno. maybe?" the boy mumbled.

"baby, you've got nothing to worry about. they like you, trust me and you don't have to try and please them all the time. i know it's only like your 2nd or 3rd summer with these guys, but you'll get used to it. they just wanna be annoying because they can be and that's what they like doing. yes, the chirping is annoying, but it's in good fun and it'll start sliding off your back soon," the youngest hughes held will's face in her hands so he'd look at her. his expression softened out a bit while his smile returned to his lips.

"plus, they're gonna have to like you. you're family," the girl chuckled. will carefully pushed his forehead against hers, still smiling.

"what are you implying?" the boy teased some.

"that you're gonna be around for a long time."

with that, will pushed his lips to her cherry-stained ones. the taste was intoxicating leaving the hockey player wanting more and more. his hands drifted down to her waist while samy's tangled themselves into his hair, messing it all up again. having her lips against his own was a feeling will missed after holding himself back for days while around everyone. he knew samy felt the same with the way she sucked and nipped his lips.

things started getting heated fast. all of the pent up sexual tension blew through the air as will worked to get his shirt off. samy threw her own somewhere on the floor leaving her in her bikini top that also had will going crazy anytime he saw her in it.

they reattached their lips, samy's back hitting the bed while will hovered over her. he started moving downwards, nipping at her neck before going into the spot right below her ear that he knew she loved. a gasp escaped samy's lips as soon as will's made contact with her skin.

"i knew you'd like that," the blonde said against her skin. his hot breath had the girl squirming underneath him. "will," she half moaned half warned because she knew someone was in the room right next door.

the boy disregarded her and continued moving down. his next stop was her chest, not caring that people would see the marks. will wasn't the possessive type, but sometimes he liked people knowing what was his. his mouth moved fast, sucking hickey after hickey across samy's chest in the most visible places.

"will, people are gonna see," the girl breathed out, trying to tug his head away despite how good his mouth felt on her.

"so?" the boy quirked an eyebrow. she flushed under his stare before will went back in, adding to his growing collection.

"can i at least return the favor?" samy mumbled, wanting to mark her boyfriend up too. also because she could and didn't have to worry about fans seeing them under his uniform or something.

will hummed in response and samy took that as her cue that she could. she quickly flipped them over, not wasting a second attaching her lips to the boy's warm skin. she found his spot—in the same spot as hers—and sucked. her plump lips had will groaning in pleasure. he missed her lips on him like this.

"oh yeah, right there," the blonde hummed making samy smirk.

"good luck not getting chirped at after this," the girl teased as she drifted further down will's chest. the boy flushed.

her hot breath made will squirm. a few whimpers escaped his lips which prided samy knowing she made him fall apart like this and the fact that she was the only one who could see him in this way.

"so handsome," the girl praised, running her fingers down the boy's toned abdomen that showed off all the hard work he's put in over the years for the sport he loved.

she got dangerously close to his waistband, ignoring the bulge pressing against her thigh. her dancing fingers sent a shiver down will's spine—more whimpers falling from his lips.

"s-samy," will breathed, voice shaking a little.

"hmm?

"please—"

"please what?" the girl raised her eyebrow. she loved seeing will's scrunched up expression and the way his breathing became rigid and unsteady.

"if you keep doing that, i don't know if i'll be able to control myself," the boy got out. his eyes slid towards samy's fingers still dancing dangerously close to his waistband and where he wanted her touch the most.

"then what do you want?" samy's lips were very close to will's ear. her voice dropped, sending another shiver down his spine.

will met her gaze, pushing his head up to connect for a kiss. they melted into one another as if their lips were made for one another. will's one hand wrapped around samy's waist before slowly drifting down until he reached the waistband of her shorts. samy's one hand lost itself in his hair while the other dragged along his torso. in the next second, will's hand dropped further until he hand a handful of her ass. his action made the girl giggle and that's when her finger broke his waistband.

"we don't have to do this," samy said when she felt will tense a bit. the boy quickly shook his head, eyes wide.

"no, no, i want to. there's just..so many people here," his cheeks reddened, getting embarrassed at the idea of getting caught.

"good thing doors have locks. just gotta be quiet," the brunette grinned, pushing herself up to go and lock her door. "plus, you're the one who's loud anyway," samy smirked while will's entire face became a deeper shade of red.

"shut up," he mumbled.

samy laughed, climbing back onto the bed and straddling will's lap. his eyes were on every part of her, admiring the work he did as his thumbs made small circles across her thighs.

"also, if they do hear us, i'm sure they'll never let either of us live it down."

that made both of them laugh as samy dipped her head back down to reconnect their lips. will couldn't be happier that today turned into a rainy day.

#samy x will #hughes!sister x will smith au #will smith hockey #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #will smith fluff #will smith smut #will smith hockey smut #will smith hockey fluff #uofmichigan

[v1nsmoke]

𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑬 & 𝑫𝑰𝑬 // 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑺 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

spooktober week 1 - zombie apocalypse au, featuring shanks

tw: bl00d, zombies, gun

summary: stuck in an abandoned mansion alone with zombies lurking in every corner, you come across a familiar face

a/n: spooktober event day 1! i wanted to start off with something lighter, or what i personally think is lighter. idk why i chose shanks, but hes one of those apocalypse dilfs (im definitely not a joel miller, rick grimes, chris redfield, daryl dixon, negan smith fangirl)

tags: my fellow shanks girlie @stargirldelight and the whole shanks fandom

wc: 1k

𝐆unshots echoed in the abandoned mansion's third floor, along with the sound of boots on the cracked, wooden flooring. How did you even get here? It's been a solid six months since the virus began to spread, turning majority of the population into mindless, flesh-devouring zombies. One wrong move, one single misstep and you're a goner. You didn't survive all these weeks alone, you, yourself and your gun just to get infected here.

After days of just eating canned corn and an almost moldy bread, you finally managed to find a huge mansion in the woods. The garden was unkept, the withered plants signaling that the owners were likely infected some time ago. This seemed like the perfect place to loot, given its size and that the place was isolated deep in the forest.

Well, it wasn't. Because here you are now, running for your life after you ran out of the small amount of ammo you had preserved for so long. Panic takes over you as you do everything to get away from these creatures, sprinting in hopes of finding your way out. You reach the end of the hallway, and now you're facing a dark, wooden door in front of you. You hesitate for a moment, thinking twice if you really should open it or not, afraid that even worse horror await you on the other side. Seeing no better option, your hands grasp the handle, and you run trough it.

You find yourself on a stretched balcony, a good twenty metres above the ground, with your only way to run is back trough the door. But that wasn't possible now, with the zombies catching up to you, clawing at the door, ready to break trough it at any moment. You lost your pocket knife a few days ago, and you ran out of ammo back at the hallway, meaning you were now unarmed. But you needed to make an escape anyway, so you had to make a plan.

You look down from the balcony, but quickly come to the realisation that you were way too high up to jump, given that it was the third floor. If you jump down from here, you would likely break all your bones, and then you won't even be able to get away from the zombies. Maybe, just maybe, if it was from the second floor...

The sound of the three zombies on the other side of the closed door gets louder, and suddenly you hear as the door slams open, the creatures immediately noticing you. You gulp, legs shaking as you try to come up with a way to get past them. You turn around, grabbing a rusty nail from the floor, then quickly impale one of them in the head with it. The injured zombie falls to the ground, his blood splattering all over the balcony's marble flooring, slowly reaching your boots.

But now you ran out of the only weapon you managed to find, and there were still two of these creatures left. You try to back down, taking slow steps backwards. You could only hope that the rickety roof falls on them.

Just then, you hear the sound of metal slicing trough flesh, and a few moments later the zombies lay there, cut in half. You stare in shock, then up at the person who just saved your life.

"Thank y..." you start, but then notice who you are talking to. "Shanks?!" You say with a shaky voice.

You freeze at the sight of your old friend, of the same guy who was presumed dead a week after the apocalypse broke out. Of course, you knew he was stronger than that, but you couldn't find him anywhere after these news aired, making you believe that it was true. But there was no way this wasn't him, the hair, the scar, the weapon, everything matched.

"Don't stare too long sweetheart, or I might just assume you-" he doesn't finish what he wanted to say, as he feels your arms wrapping around him, embracing the man in a tight hug. He's stunned for a few seconds, but a soft smile makes its way onto his face, and he hugs you back. Well, as much as he could...

"Is this really you?" You quietly ask, your mind still trying to process the events.

"Who else would hug you like this?" He chuckles, and you two pull away. That's when you notice.

"Shanks, your arm... what happened?"

He looks down where his left hand is supposed to be, then answers.

"I got bitten there, so to stop the infection before its too late, i cut my arm off. Crazy, right?"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, it wasn't you who bit me. But-" a mischevious smile takes over him, but before he can say more, you cut in.

"No, stop it. You never change, do you?" You lean on the balcony's railing, admiring as the setting sun paints the sky an orangeish hue. Shanks slowly approaches you, and mirrors your position.

"Nope, looks like not even an apocalypse can change me. But you like me this way, I know." He sighs, still smiling.

The two of you stare at the sunset for a few minutes, a comfortable silence between you.

"I found a wine cellar. And you know me, I can't just let such a good drink go to waste! Here, I took this. Want some?" He pulls out a wine bottle from under his cape, and offers it to you. You think about it for a few moments, while he opens the bottle and chugs down almost half of it.

"Here you go. I'd prefer a whiskey, but oh well." He hold out the bottle, and take a few sips.

"Thanks."

created by v1nsmokes, 2023

i do not own shanks, he belongs to eiichiro oda

please do not steal, translate or publish without giving credit!

#one piece #v1nsmoke #shanks #red haired shanks #shanks x reader #fanfic #oneshot #halloween #spooktober #october #zombie apocalypse #zombie #zombie apocalypse au

[gods-graveyard]

THE BRITISH ARE COMING!! (But its just wizards)

FINALLY- I have finished this christmas update for Slytherin Harry "Into the den of snakes" (link below) Also reposting the fanart that goes with it because im lowkey very proud of how it came out

For those of you who don't know about my fic

Slytherin Harry (featuring Cassius + Marcus)

"Silver Squad" of Harry, Blaise, Theo, and Daphne (Neville is there too)

Percy/Oliver/Marcus is the only canon ship rn (rest are spoiler or babies)

Ambigious Snape, Evil Dumbles +Moldy

Pureblood culture, politics, and a lot more emphasis on magical WORLD (I have researched so many cultures its not even funny-)

Future Marauders/Slytherin Skittles content

Lots of found family, friendships, and a fun dabble of mystery here and there

CHECK OUT WIZARD WILL SMITH + PINNED POST FOR MORE INFO

LINK- (WARNING, THIS FIC IS 80K RN)

#harry potter #ao3 harry potter #ao3 fanfic #slytherin #slytherin boys #cassius warrington #marcus flint #theodore nott #theo nott #blaise zabini #daphne greengrass #percy weasley #professor snape #albus dumbledore #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #pureblood society #pureblood #pureblood culture #pagan culture #perciver #flintley #flintwood #percy x flint #marcus x percy #percy x oliver #oliver x percy #hedwig the owl #hp fanfiction

[visd3stele]

Turn back the tides

summary: Can you write a tfota fanfic where During her exile Jude gets killed Cardan sees her dead body, and The next day he is brought back in time to when Jude was still his seneschal in fact he is brought back to when Grimsen first asked to be a smith. Cardan with the knowledge of the future prevents Jude from being kidnapped and tries to win her heart. He can no longer be controlled by Jude through the bargain BTW and Jude begins to realize this. And Cardan ask a request of her for the bargain to stick. (She spends the night with him)

@nish247

tw: a bit of angst at the beginning, a pinch of child abuse, smut implied, cardan's pov lmk if i missed anything

masterlist ; requests

a/n: requested by @fantasyfox10123

first fanart: rosiethorns second fanart: lexaart (found them both on pinterest, i hope the artists are correctly listed as i've taken their names from the comments)

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One thousand three hundred and fourty four hours. Eighty thousands six hundred and fourty minutes. Four million eight hundred thirty eight thousand and four hundred seconds. Four million eight hundred thirty eight thousand and four hundred and one seconds, four million eight hundred thirty eight thousand four hundred and two seconds.

I lounged on the couch in the anteroom of my bed chambers. Counting. My tail swayed lazily with each number that echoed in my mind. Four million eight hundred thirty eight thousand four hundred and three seconds. Since Jude left.

Well, since I exiled her. But my sweet nightmare is too smart not to have caught on the plan I've devised. Which can only mean she choose to stay.

I twirled on the other side. Perhaps the shift would stir my mind off such horrific thoughts. It used to work - being active as a child, I barely noticed my mother wasn't nearby. She'd pick me up and coo at me, tickle my belly and wrap my tail around her fingers every few days. Before being gone again. "Now, be a good, little fae and don't bother mommy, Cardan. I have so much to catch up since your mean father wouldn't let me have fun as long as you needed my body. Show mommy it wasn't all for nothing, sweetling," she'd say.

Now she has returned. She's here, at my court. Proud of her son, the king. Jude shall come back soon too. We were married after all. The stubborn mortal wouldn't agree with something as unsoundable of as being my wife if she couldn't rip off the benefits. I have proven myself worthy, hence the agreement. Perhaps Jude is catching up with all the time stolen from her in the mortal realm.

I moved again, draping my feet over the couch's nearest arm rest. My tail wrapped and unwrapped from my calf, still counting the seconds of Jude's departure like a loyal pendula. Oh, Jude. Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude. Come back soon, Jude. Bring that fire with you, burn me and the castle whole. Just come home.

Gulping down the half full wine bottle I threw carelessly at the couch's last night, my eyes closed. Pictures of her flood the darkness. Flashes of her angry frown right before her unseparable blade shone in the moonlight, frames of her deep in thought, cooking the craziest of planes and a crease of stubbornness above her top lip to see it through.

The thoughts got heavier and heavier. I hadn't much control over my mind. Barely aware of my fingers letting the bottle slip, I heard a muffled crack before an irony smell caught to my senses. Scrunching my nose, I looked around. It appears I have fallen asleep. But to what cruel happening do I owe falling asleep thinking of Jude and finding myself in such a dire dream.

There was grease everywhere, even in the air. The walls of what looked like the tiniest house I've seen were moldy at corners, peppered with holes that unraveled them as if they're made of paper. Odd looking objects scattered on the ground between plates, glasses and cutlery: a round, deep vase with handles, another one less deep with only one handle. I even spotted a bottle of wine, broken in two sharp halves.

It looked like a domestic battle field. My tail coiled around my torso, my fingers bowling in tight fists at my side. I crouched on the ground, looking for a hiding spot that wouldn't restrict my sight. But as soon as I was on the floor's level, tears pinched my eyes. My body managed to understand the view before my mind could even begin to wrap itself around it.

Red. So much red. Pouring still from some wound I couldn't spot, hidden under the hair. It used to be so freshly brown. The color of forests. Now it was sticky and darkened by blood, a tainted color like rust and decay. The flames licking at her eyes have been put down, nothing but coldness staring back at me. Cuts, some yellow, leaking with pus, some already drained of blood, some ripped through her clothes, covered her body.

King Eldred has been brutally killed. Even drunk, I could realize it. But he looked so peaceful in his death. Afterward. Like a sleep. Jude didn't. Her face has paled and sunk in her features, looking so much like when she returned from the sea. Drained, tired, scared, broken. Except, she never was broken when she emerged from the sea. Jude could never be helpless. It was strange to see her as such and I doubled back in shame. She would despise such thoughts.

I leaned forward. Shacking her. Screaming for her to wake up. "You can't die! You can't die, Jude! You're no mortal anymore, you're High Queen of Elfhame. Wake up!" I pleaded until my voice has gone hoarse, tasting my tears joined with snot.

Surprising even myself, I heard the door cracking open. See, Jude, the training really worked. I am a good spy. But not even the chance to point out how messily distracted I was didn't bring her back. She truly was gone. And when the large, tall figure stepped inside, carrying a hood reverently in front of her with disturbingly steady green hands, I understood how.

The Red Cape dipped the hood in Jude's blood, my queen's blood and I could do nothing to stop it. I was yanked back to my senses, in a pool of wine splashed on the carpet.

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A couple of days have passed since the dream. I couldn't catch a wink of sleep, much to my council's despair.

"Maybe Your Highness needs to drink more tea? Instead of wine?" One of them suggested after yet another meeting I was too distracted to fully attend.

My mother made it her prerogative to be part of these meetings. Lately, as I've been unable to do so, even stepping up and aid me in my leading duties.

"Something on your mind, my son?" She asked once the meeting ended. After the dreaded dream I have begun writing to Jude. I intended to give her space after the exile. Calm her undoubting rage, see through my carefully crafted plan, appreciate it, but still punishing me for going behind her back.

But after seeing her dead body violated by the gruesome ritual of a Red Cape, I couldn't bare not knowing of her. I begged her to return with every letter, needing to see her, my queen, my Jude.

"Has the messenger returned?"

"I don't believe so, no. Are you expecting important news?"

"Nothing to concern you, Lady Asha. Personal affairs."

"Oh, dear," she laughed. "You know that if you want to bring a consort or two for company you don't have to hide from me."

"Nothing like that, mother," I hissed. I knew Lady Asha couldn't possibly know to whom I'm writing. And her assumptions aren't far fetched at all. But the thought of calling Jude a mere consort filled me with rage. The mothers of my siblings and all the other consorts, are, of course, respectable faes. But I knew what they meant to King Eldred - and Jude was so much more for me; I know what little power they had in the Kingdom - and Jude wielded and wished to wield so much more.

I rushed to my chambers, yanking the desk's drawers open in search of paper and a quill. The scribbled writing looked rushed, like my unsettling thoughts. The pen leaked here and there, brushing over words with ink pools.

Jude,

Not even responding to my missives is ridiculous and beneath you and I hate it.

Cardan

I stuffed it in my shirt, held in place by my tail, not patient enough to wait until the messenger I have sent earlier this evening to return. Without the letter from today there were three more Jude didn't bother acknowledge. I just needed to know she's fine. Alive. Silence wasn't helping my worries. So, naturally, I had to go see for myself.

Despite myself, being High King grew on me. And seeing the Land witter away by the day because of my despair bore a new feeling of tightness in my chest.

I traveled to the mortal realm stealthy. One time I overheard my sister and Vivienne talk about the latter's house in the land of humans. From what I made of it, it wasn't far from where I was right now. But all these tall buildings, with the many windows and cage-like stairs at each, looked the same. I can't believe Vivienne would leave the luxury of her father's mansion in the Fae realm to live in this.

Thankfully, the mortals sleep during the night - oh, but what they miss! - and I can slip from door to door searching for my queen. I picked at the lock of one of the buildings, only to find out these ugly homes, weren't, in fact, homes. But a multitude of little houses crammed into one another.

And there were so many of them... and so small! How do humans live in these?

Composing myself, I tried the first door. It opened easily and I slid through a small crease, leaving it open for a quick exit in case it's the wrong house. As soon as I've seen the grotesque dolls lined up on a shelf, a collection of watches hanging on a wall and mirrors at every step I knew it can't be Vivi's. Definitely not her style.

I checked five more doors - an angry old lady shoving me away with her knitting needles', one full of drunk revelers (I would have stayed if I wasn't on a such important mission... they even offered me a drink, naive souls!), one where small people talked to a sleeping audience of two lovers wrapped into each other and one where three angry dogs chased me out - before I stumbled over one that gave me chills like never felt before.

The door opened just like the others. But the crack it let out sent shivers down my spine. My blood ran cold. It sounded just like the door in my dream. I took tentatively steps forward, eyes darting all over, hoping I wouldn't miss anything. I got the feeling I'd better be ten times more cautious in this place.

The walls were all the same. Everywhere. I stopped with a start upon turning on the corner. The main room was a mess: furniture arranged untidly, broken glass spreaded like puzzle pieces on the parquet and... holes in the walls. Round, fist shaped holes in the walls by the size of bowls. And the metallic scent, now more frowzy than it was in my dream.

I slid my feet on the floor, testing each step for creaks before leaning on it. It was just a dream. It has to be. Because if not, that meant Jude was indeed dead.

No, I shook my head. No. It's just a coincidence.

And I managed to fool myself until I saw the reddish hood hanged like a beloved portrait of a loved one over the weird box with small humans inside. A Red Cape's hood.

I stumbled back. In a moment of haggard, my tail freed itself from the containment of my clothes, swooshing the air hazardously. My missive fell. I hadn't notice at the time. It was the logical course of events that downed on me later, not sure why or how I could be smoothed enough to entertain such thoughts even after I left the horrendous place.

Jude's tomb.

No! I cried, rushing out of the house. The walls were closing in, the air turning stale. I am not sure I was quiet as I trained to be. All I understood was the image of Jude's cadaveric face, replacing over and over through the tears running down my face.

I didn't see the stairs. Tripped over my own tail like I was a baby again, crying for the ghost of a touch, a smile, a love I shall not receive.

I picked myself up. For a second, as I rolled down the dark hall of the building, the images stopped ponding in my mind. Then they came in in closer shots. I could see it clearer, begun to notice details I have missed the first time: Jude's parted lips and clenched teeth, a small wrinkle at the bridge of her nose, her thumb locked around her little finger, the one a servant in Madoc's house bit off.

Even in the last moments she stood her ground. She kept fighting. If not the Red Cape that attacked her, then death itself. My brave, terrifying queen. Always the fighter.

This can't end like this. Jude can't end like this. Dead in a honorless place, buried without mourners or speeches of her bravery held loud and clear over weeping heads, adorned in gold and richness worthy of only the High Queen of Elfame, the true nobility of the land, after years of ruling through prosperity I knew she'll bring.

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"Grimsen." He startled, almost dropping the... whatever it was he was making now.

"My Lord, what brings you to my..."

"Have you ever considered time travel?" I cut him off. Maybe being straightforward would cost me more than subtilty would. But I hadn't time to lose.

Well, if what I had in mind could work, I had all the time in the world. That wasn't the point, though. I cannot suffer one more second of life knowing Jude has passed the sill of it.

"Excuse me, My Lord?"

The idea of turning back the time obsessed me. I knew bringing back someone from the dead wasn't an option. Not a viable one, anyway.

All I could think of were "what if's". What if I hadn't exile her? What if she was never captured, so I needn't make no deal? What if I could save her? Because she was a fighter. Though she didn't lack patience and dedication, she would still much rather deal with problems quickly, with her own two hands.

I enjoyed working in the shadows. Thinking, contemplating different ways a variable can work out. More subtle. And what is more subtle than correcting a mistake or two when one has the power to make them disappear?

"Time travel, Grimsen. Don't tell me it never piqued your interest." I arched a brow at him, letting a conspirational smile play on my lips, hoping it would be inviting enough for the old fae.

"Why is my king asking?"

"Call it a curiosity inclined to your craft. A man talented as yourself, with such achievements to pride with, must have thought of the simple, mere time traveling question. No?"

I kept the smile, widening it to seem warmer. I joined the other eyebrow to its mirror, miming admiration. My voice was emptied of any sarcasm, devoid of color as I worded only the truest of my thoughts. Not only to hide my real intention by making myself believable, but also because I could not lie.

Grimsen's shoulders relaxed. A smile boost on his face as he straighten his back and rolled his joints. I cringed at the crack of bones, Jude's figure laying in that house again in front of my eyes.

"Shall I take this change of attitude as a yes?"

The old man at least had the decency to look sheepish. Though if it was but an act I wouldn't be too surprised.

"Apologies, My Lord. I have gotten ahead of myself. The interest your grace exhibits for my work is simply too cajoling."

Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I nodded my head with a lenient smile.

"The device? Would you have made one..."

"Of course, of course." Grimsen spin around, much too servile to not be suspicious. But he opened a small chest secretively and my attention poured back to why I was here. I couldn't see what he took from the chest until he put it back in the shelf and turned to look at me.

Grimsen dangled the string of a compass on his fingers, showing it off. I almost reached out to it, but he shouldn't take notice of my desperate eagerness.

Instead, I arched an eyebrow, folding my arms over my chest. "Well?"

"It's not a watch, My Lord. Anyone would expect a watch to take you back in time... or forward. It's a compass. No one would think to steal a compass for time travel, these are for directions," Grimsen grinned, obviously proud of himself. Once again the smith's behavior put me off ease. But there were more pressing matters to focus onto.

"Ingenious. How does it work then?"

"Very simple. You position yourself in the desired direction - north for future, south for past, then you press this button and -" he puffed audibly, suggesting a vanishing person. "Pinch it back and face east to return in the moment of your departure, or west to take your travel from scratches."

I pushed back against the delight threatening to overwhelm me. Anyone else would have inquired more. About the making process, the magic used, if it was tested. A better king perhaps would have question a previous usage of it and the purpose of it. Or ask about the eagerness he told me all I needed to know with. Seconds away from pushing me out the door.

I didn't All I cared about was finding my way back to the breath of my life.

I said my goodbyes to the smith and retired to the palace. At dawn, I sneaked back, having memorized where he keeps the compass, and stole it with ease, leaving its chest on the shelf.

"I keep fighting, Jude, like you showed me to. I will fix this, I promise that much."

My murmurs were too loud in the eerie quietness of the land. I didn't know it so silent before. Thoughts of when to go back to and questions of how to save Jude flood my mind, but were drowned by the peacefulness of day.

At last, I made my mind. Faced the south. Pressed the button. And leaped in nothingness.

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"...Allow me this - grant that I may show you my loyalty in my deeds, rather than binding myself with my words."

From his spot in front of the throne, Grimsen looked up at me, expectedly. I felt a squeeze on my shoulder and I nearly fell from the throne at the sight: Jude. In all her sharp nobility. Not yet the High Queen, but the actual ruler of Elfame.

Her eyes didn't move from the smith when she touched me. I remember I shrugged her hand off the first time this happened. But I couldn't bring myself to do so again. It was a cautionary sign for me, to be as wary of Grimsen as she was. Yet I couldn't shake off the comfort her touch brought. Warm. Strong.

I realized I was staring at my seneschal for too long. Even Jude turned to look at me, having felt the tension in the air rising. Putting on a sweet, dark grin, I removed her hand from my shoulder. Made a show of toying with the rings I had on, lounging in my throne as if I was silly drunk, pretending to ponder over Grimsen request.

Though back when this was all new I cringed at the presence of the smith, I pushed those shivers away, wishing to upset Jude at the time being. This time, with how uncanny he acted before - in the future I hoped wouldn't exist no more - I actually sit on it. There was nothing I could find to reason his behavior. But also nothing to help me understand it. The best would be to keep him close, where I can have an eye on him at all time.

"I accept your condition." I recall saying. "Indeed, I will give you a boon. An old building with a forge sits on the edge of the palace grounds. You shall have it for your own and as much metal as you require. I look forward seeing what you will make for us." The words fell from my mouth like a learned speech. I felt myself easing in the memories of the event, finding my previous actions clearer and clearer by the second. Like my past and my current self became one.

"Your kindness shall not be forgotten," Grimsen said with a deep bow.

As the peculiar smith retreated, I spotted a clocked figure waiting in line. And I remembered what happened next.

I found Mother Marrow not issuing as much mistrust as before. In fact, a soft smile worked on my face as she spoke. I didn't change my past actions, though. Partly to entertain mine and Jude's small banter again, partly because it was what would be expected of me. I shouldn't show familiarity to a presumed stranger.

"The three of us shall see each other again." When she said it this time, she winked at me. As if there was more meaning to her words that what I'd expect.

Jude, the overbearing leader that she was, caught it as well, sending me a questioning frown. I smiled ludicrously at her, a silent comment about Mother Marrow's marriage proposal Jude understood with disgust.

I found it addictive: the way we could communicate so easily, even without words. Perhaps this time around, if I play my cards right, I can make her agree to the wedding for more reason than political upper hand.

My thoughts traveled to Locke. And if either bestowing the desired title upon him had any lingering effects on the dreaded future. The queen of mirth episode playing shamefully on my mind. I had no idea how someone managed to capture Jude. My fierce mortal, out of all people! A spy inside the palace's walls was a reasonable guess. Could it be Locke?

The plan was simpler on the other side of time. Follow Jude around at all times and make sure she isn't captured. We would protect each other. But being back in the position I was in at the beginning of the whole mess, I found that, as mortals say, best laid plans of mice and men oft go astray.

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I have decided to do things exactly as before, as to not draw unwanted attention on myself. I had the benefit of knowing the future in my pocket, surely I can navigate this travel smoothly and only make small, needed changes.

"What's wrong with you?" Jude asked as soon as we retired from the meeting with the people.

"Is that worry I sense, High King?"

Her eyes widened for a split second, searching the hall for compromising ears. "Have you lost your minds?" She hissed. And dragged me by the arm to the King's compartments. "Are you drunk?"

"Do you think that low of me, my sweetest sin?" I clutched my heart, pretending to be hurt. It was silly and I had so much more important things to focus on. But I couldn't - didn't want to - resist the urge to speak to her so freely.

The way Jude blushes and shots daggers with her eyes. I could tease her all day, always delighted by her responses. It could be a sharp comeback, a reprehension, a swift order or a kiss. A bold, energetic kiss pressed on my mouth. That could lead (and has led, I reminded myself) to more.

Jude rolled her eyes. "Snap out of it, Cardan!"

A command. But I did not feel the compulsion to obey, nor the restriction to go against it. "And what will you do if I don't?" I smirked.

She frowned. "I said shut up. Now's not the time for your antics."

"Perhaps you should try make me, trusty seneschal. You can't order your king, but I may allow you to convince me."

Mouth agape, Jude strolled until she was right in front of me, our bodies almost touching. I jumped on the couch, taking up as much space as I could, legs and arms spread over the fine cushion. And rose my brows expectantly at her.

"What's this? How are you doing this?"

"Don't worry, Jude. If you want to control me still, there are ways I'm open to. I can be malleable for you, if you'd be willing to learn how to play with me."

Her chest heaved with irregular breathing. Quicker. Almost like a pant. Her eyes traced my frame up and down, always returning to my face. My eyes, from which she shied away, my ears, my hair, my lips, where she stopped.

Thoughts of ravish and passion begin to drip in my mind. Filling it if not for the arrow slashing at my neck. Startled, I collected myself in a smaller target. Jude's sword was already drawn, looking for enemies.

I groaned mentally. I have completely forgotten about the attack.

"We need to get you out of here. Somewhere secure."

"Lead the way."

If she wouldn't have been so focused on the prospect of danger, Jude would have shot me a killing look. "I can't believe you won't even be serious in the middle of your own assassination attempt," she mumbled under her breath. "Guards!"

Another arrow flew rapidly in my direction. Jude cut it in half before it had the change to taste my blood. "Guards!" Once again, no one answered to the call.

"Come on," Jude gripped the sleeve of my shirt and yanked, pushing me in the direction of the secret passageway entry. She followed tightly behind, still not letting go of me, sword up in case another arrow needs to be cut. As we slip in the tunnels, Jude blocks the door with a chair.

"It won't hold them off for long."

We didn't stop as she talked. Her thumb brushed circles on the blunt little finger over my shirt. A focused look in her eyes. I could see the thoughts spiraling inside.

"You have to hide until I solve this. Stay at the Court of Shadows."

Well this didn't go well with my plan to keep a close eye on her.

"Tsk, tsk, what did I just say about pushing your king around like this, seneschal?"

Jude glared at me. Using the handle of her sword against my neck she pushed me into the nearest wall. "I don't know what happened, how you freed yourself from my command, but if you want to live, you will do as I say. I think it's in both of our benefits."

"Ask."

"What?"

"I will not do as you say, Jude. But nothing stops you trying to ask." I leaned in sweetly, eying her with intensity and a smug smile playing on my lips.

For a lying mortal, Jude wore her heart on her sleeves. Or, at least when she was with me she did. Distress, confusion, anger, stubbornness. She wanted to know why I was free of her compulsion, what that meant for her plans - perhaps even if it would have been better to end me since Balekin was in prison and Oak would be the only option of a king Elfame had. But she didn't have enough time to think.

Jude fought with her pride and the the feeling of a cold, sloppy snake crawling on her she looked like she had every time she felt she lost in front of me.

"Please, your highness," Jude relented through gritted teeth.

"What was that?"

The grip on the handle tighten. So did the strength she pushed it into my neck.

"Please, your highness, let me save you from the attempt at your life."

"Ah, my dear seneschal, I'm touched. I didn't know I mean so much to you."

Even in the darkness of the secret tunnel, I could see her cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"Walk."

I snickered, but didn't provoke her further. I took the lead, as she rather stayed behind in case we were followed. At last we reached the Court of Shadows. The room didn't change much since the day I woke up all tied to a chair and a beautiful knight hovering over me.

"Lock yourself in after I'm gone. Don't come out until I come for you. And do not open this door for anyone, no matter what." At the rose of my eyebrow, Jude sighed. "Of your majesty so pleases for his own safety."

I broke into a green and let my body fall on a chair, picking my legs up to rest on the table. "And if it doesn't pleases me?"

"Cardan! This isn't a game. Someone tries to kill you!"

"And should I believe you care, my addictive poison? You can cook up a way to put Oak on the throne without me."

Something in her eyes shifted. She turned to face the door before I could catch a real glimpse of it. It is possible I imagined it, but highly unlikely judging by her stiff, tensed body. "Don't be ridiculous. If you shall die before your time has come, it will be by my hand, and my hand only."

And with that, Jude stormed out of the room.

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It was wistful thinking, but the way she reacted made me hope Jude might open her heart for me. For my heart already belonged to her. I stood on bricks and nails the first long hours, until I remined myself she wouldn't be captured until after the queen of mirth incident.

As I had time, I went through all I knew will happen, trying to piece the puzzle together. Revels I was too drunk to fully remember, Vivi's girlfriend somehow being enchanted, the threats from the Undersea to marry Nicassia, a plan to use Oak as bait to which the details have been lost on me.

The wedding! Locke and Taryn's wedding. Jude made me seduce the information out of Nicassia. That's when the Undersea will attack. And... Balekin. I remember a short conversation with my brother. He wanted me to free him. He works with Orlagh. But he couldn't have planned Jude's capture while still in prison. He must be as much of a tool to Orlagh as anyone else.

Think, Cardan, think. Jude is taken after the wedding. Locke is still a viable option as a traitor. All he does is for himself and his own amusement. And he does treasure humiliating Jude, even when it jeopardize her life.

But Locke isn't involved enough in politics to be drawn in Orlagh's schems. He gets bored easily and cannot stand following a plan that doesn't immediately satisfy him. His involvement, if any at all, must have been minimal.

Who else, then, could fool Jude, sneak behind her back and take her down in a fight?

"I have to admit, I'm surprised you're still here and haven't went off searching for wine yet." Jude said from where she was staying in the doorframe, arms crossed and a brow arched. She looked more composed now. As if she finally figured the answer of an afflicting question. If only I could have the same luck.

"You're ever lasting trust in me is heartwarming, as usual, dear nemesis."

Jude resumed to a swift eyeroll instead of gracing me with a verbal answer.

"The assassin – or assassins – escaped. But the Bomb and I searched your room for traps. None. You will be safe there. And more comfortable, I presume."

"Have I managed to melt your walls, Jude Duarte? Thinking of my comfort..."

"Shut up!"

"Sorry. Don't take orders from you anymore." I might be stretching this out, but I enjoyed myself too much. As much as I... couldn't stop thinking about Jude and I wished nothing more than to be fully in her control, the compulsion she had over me wasn't what I had in mind. It bothered me, though I didn't want to admit why. Her lack of trust in me shouldn't pain me so.

"Speaking of: how did you do that?"

"You'll have to work a bit harder for answers as from now on, Jude. I hope you didn't think otherwise. It would be far beneath your level."

"Fine. Don't tell me. I don't need to know, anyway. But you're still a target. I've spoken with Nicassia and the Undersea was behind this. We should expect more."

"So you aren't planning to dethrone me, then? Now that I'm not your puppet anymore?"

Another one of those passing looks clouded her eyes. Almost as if she was hurt by the implication of my words. My heart trembled at the thought of Jude actually caring for me enough to be disturbed by my downfall.

It was gone as soon as I've seen it. "Don't be ridiculous. You are competent enough to navigate the court and its tedious, pesky cabal. When you are sober enough, that is. I cannot have my brother on a dangerous throne."

"Therefore I shall be king until you eliminate all threats?"

"Yes."

"And if I disapprove of this?"

"It's your right, High King Cardan. But you need my protection. My spies."

You, I thought, but didn't voice it. Instead, I bowed my head. "Sounds like you are right, seneschal. Very well, then. I will keep you around. But you will have no more secrets from me. I know you can lie. I'd like to believe that in these past months we earned a bit of each other's trust. Enough so, that you will not keep from me. We are in this scheme, to put the crown on Oak's head, together. Only the two of us."

I could see trains of thoughts speeding behind her eyes. Jude turned my words on all sides, possibly even ones I hadn't consider myself. Finally, she nodded. "Sounds fair. I have spoken to Nicassia. She's the best intel we have, but she won't talk to me much."

She filled me in on her conversation with my traitorous friend while we ascended in my chambers. "The only reason she told me so much is because she is scared for you. She still loves you," Jude finished, not meeting my eyes. Could I have sensed frustration in her voice?

I believe so. Which is why I didn't tease her about it. I kept the knowledge to myself. Maybe if she thinks me less observant when it comes to her, there will be more mishaps in my company. I didn't dare think of a reason for her feelings. I just enjoyed them.

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The days passed normally. Until the night of the Hunter's Moon came.

Breathing in Jude's neck made her suspicious, so I had to give her more space. Time which I spent with the Court of Shadows. I have realized, upon an unplaced joke about the Roach and the Bomb, that I hadn't befriended them in this time.

But as soon as Locke announced the great revel of tonight, I begin sweating. I was determined to not allow Jude to be the queen of mirth. At least not for Master of Revel's and the rest of the folk pleasure. If anyone was to be humiliated tonight, it won't be my warrior queen.

I was more worried about the ambush of the merfolk. I still had not figured out who kidnapped Jude. Nor how. And I was running out of time.

"You don't look particularly happy for this celebration." Jude commented.

"I would say you are in no position to talk. At how many revels have you partaken?"

"It's a waste of time. But you are usually drunk and all over some beautiful faeries by now."

"No, no, my dear Jude. You've gotten it wrong. They are the ones all over me. What can I say, I'm irresistible."

"I don't know which is worse. That you actually believe this or that no one corrected you."

"Don't be like this. I have seen you watching me. When you're positioned at my door, with the guards, and you can only catch a glimpse inside while I change..." I leaned closer to her, locking our eyes in a tight, daring dance she couldn't refuse.

Jude scoffed. But didn't say anything as we made our way into the garden where Locke build a huge throne for me around which revelers already gathered. At my side, Jude rolled her eyes.

"I'd suggest the wine, but you don't have it in you to anything but wide awake at any given time."

She sent me a weird look, as if she wondered if I can't stand the court just as much as herself, using the wine as a carefully crafted persona to escape. Then she shifted her focus on our surroundings. Always the careful.

I allowed Jude to drink from the wine, having swapt it with mortal one courtesy to Vivi. She drank a whole bottle and, though she swayed on her feet, she wasn't drunk enough to joyfully embarass herself in front of the whole court.

"Dance with me," I said. The clear look in her eyes told me she was merely tipsy.

"What... why?"

"As hard as it seems for you to believe I do not wish to see you humiliated. You are my seneschal after all. But we shall give the viewers some sort of spectacle."

It was obvious I had taken her by surprise. For the first time since I knew her, Jude was rendered speechless. I could blame the wine, but I liked taking on the credit myself.

She nodded shortly and it was enough for me to pull her closer and move us inside the circle the folk made around us. Perhaps it lacked the shame they all craved from their mortal leader, but it gave enough space to speculate so their minds were kept busy.

I hadn't notice when the merefolk arrived. It appears Jude and I danced for more than either would have thought. Jude pushed away from me, running to the first line of defence.

When the threat was gone and we rushed to the meetings' room, I couldn't spot her anywhere. My blood froze in my veins, my breath trapped in my throat for minutes until I spotted her slip inside.

"Madoc is against us. I don't think he supports Orlagh, though. He seem to want war. Blood shed." She whispered in my ear, only for me to hear.

For a second intoxicating bliss washed over me. Jude shared with me, unprompted, information about her own father. But then the words fully registered in my brain. "Of course," I seethed. "He hadn't dip that hood of his in blood for a long while. He must suffer greatly."

Jude frowned at my dark tone, but said nothing as the conversation turned to us.

"Is there anything you're not telling us, mortal?"

"Careful," I spoke before Jude could. "She is my seneschal, my prime advisor, and you all better show more respect."

Jude hide her surprise more skillfully than she did her blush. But she spoke up nonetheless. "I am not withdrawing any information from you, my lords and ladies. I was simply waiting for a confirmation my suspicions are true. Tonight's events was proof enough. Balekin is corresponding with the merefolk."

I pretended to be surprised and even joining in the claims of such news' improbability. I hadn't listen to Jude's explanation. I knew it to be true already. As true as Locke's involvement. I wondered if that was the extention of it or if I should start spying on my friend.

Last time, I have spoken to Nicassia, sending a message that would make the queen of the Undersea see red from the depth of her blueish kingdom. This time I decided to not anger her more than needed.

I followed into my steps as I remembered them, requesting more from my Master of Revels to keep him busy for any eventuality.

Just as I expected, a note from Balekin came during one of the parties. I called for Jude and led her to the secret room behind the throne.

"What is this?"

"I called for no secrets between us and I'm keeping up to my wish," I said, handing her the missive.

"We need more information."

"Another talk with Nicassia?"

"It can't be me. And we can't exactly extract it from her. She's no enemy. Yet."

"You thought of something. I can see it. Well, go on, don't keep to yourself."

"Maybe you should talk to her," Jude mumbled in a small voice. "Use your, uhm, charm. And the feelings she still has for you."

I knew it will come. She asked it of me before, except she doesn't know it. And as much as it pained me to hear her so carelessly talk off my affection as a currency for intel, this time I heard a pang of discomfort that brightened my mood.

"You think I'm charming?" Last time I rehearsed my seducing abilities on her. I may have come to change the past, but I had to be careful with the consequences of those changes. What would be different if I just leave now, no special moment between Jude and I?

Probably nothing, since it is private. But I am not willing to take risks.

"Nicassia thinks you're charming." Jude countered, but the color in her cheeks disputed it.

"Mhm," I hummed, closing the gapt between us. One of my hands brushed some hair behind her hear, resting on her neck afterwards. The other traced the outline of her lips.

"And I'm sure you cannot even begin to understand why."

Jude swallowed. A thick, loud in the silence of the room, bob of her throat. "No."

"Tsk, tsk, you promised not to lie to me, Jude. Or did you think I only meant business? Let me clarify it."

I brushed my lips over her chin. "I," another ghostly touch to her cheek. "Do not," I whispered hovering my lips near her ear. "Want you," I brought my face at hers level again, talking against her own lips. "To lie to me." I ended with a kiss. "Ever."

Jude surprised me with the vigour with which she kissed back. As if she waited a long time for this. Her hands circled my neck when she pulled for air, not giving me time to even smirk as she attached her lips to mine again.

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When I woke up, Jude was gone. We hand't move forward than making out with our tops off. I was reminded of her words from the original time line. How she only did it to 'get it out of the system'. And she asumed the same waa true for me.

My teeth bit the inside of my lips as I pulled the flannel shirt from yesterday back on and went to find Nicassia. It felt so wrong, moving from Jude's arms to the woman whose mother would have my kingdom leveled under crushing waves and who, herself, cheated on me with whom I thought to be my best friend.

But we a war was knocking on my door. One I wasn't going to lose Jude to again.

I considered wasting time around with the Court of Shadows. I already knew everything Nicassia was going to tell me. But now I had a set of new questions to ask. Perhaps she knew her mother's plan for Jude, a piece of the puzzle I dumbly hadn't consider until it was too late the first time.

"Cassi," I raised my voice for her to hear me over the loud chattering of hangover faes. "Do you have some time to spare?"

"Of course, yes!"

"Some place more private, perhaps?"

Her eyes widened, hope glimmering in her blue orbs. "Take me wherever you want, my king. I'm all yours."

It was hard to feel bad for her, knowing the thoughts she harbors for Jude and the torture she agrees to submit her. But the pang I felt wasn't as much for decieving her, as it was for years of letting her fool me.

"I missed this," I said sincerly. Because even if it was never real and she entertained Locke's fantasies, I did miss the comforting lie they both served me for so long.

"I missed this too." I wondered what she was thinking of to be able to speak these words. Jude may believe she still loved me, but the truth was, she never did.

Forcing a smile to spread my lips, I closed the gap between us, leading her by the waist to an empty room.

When we sat on the couch, Nicassia was slightly climbed in my lap. My fingers caressing all over her covered skin. Her own played with the hair at the back of my neck as she laid her head on my shoulder.

I couldn't stop the image that replaced Nicassia with Jude in my mind. Brown curles instead of blue, warm eyes, not cold. Tensed muscles beginning to relax opposed to the soft skin of the merefolk princess.

Nicassia's free hand came to rest on my chest. "What prompted this change of attitude?"

"I was in dire need of an old friend."

"Mmmm, is that so? What kind of need?"

"Anything you wish to offer. Company, comfort, talk, or more."

"Being High King weights heavy on you."

It wasn't a question, but I answered it anyway, seeing the opportunity I've been waiting. "Yes. I imagine you have an understanding of that too. As the sole heir, you must have been given more responsability Undersea all these years."

Nicassia looked up at me with pitty in her eyes. I was starting to think she never saw me as an equal. But a lost pet she and Locke could take care of. A broken, unworthy fae. Unlike most people in my life, she was attracted by it, in some twisted sense of care.

"I have always enjoyed my mother's trust, yes. She tells me everything concerning our kingdom and its ruling."

"She seeks your aid."

"My advice only. Mother values my input, yes, but she's just teaching me for now. Preparing for the time I will be queen."

"You knew about her marriage wishes, then." It was my turn to phrase a question as an answer I already knew.

Nicassia nodded, letting her eyes fell on her lap.

"And you agree?"

Her eyes snaped back at mine. "What do you want me to say, Cardan? I love you, I have never stopped loving you. But you pushed me away, favoring that mortal..."

"Nicassia," I warned. I wouldn't hear Jude's name being misspoken for. The only person who sees me as something else than the missplaced prince in the noble family. "You speak of me favoring Jude, when I found you and Locke behind my back."

"It's not the same. I don't love Locke."

"Then why?" Was all I could say. My head spinned. Was it that obvious Jude has stolen my heart? And if it was, why did Nicassia accept my advances. Could this be a new plan? And why did she had to be with Locke if she never felt for him? For the sake of betraying me? They both loved to have power and to parade it around hurting those lesser than. Nothing different that what I engaged into, except I never had the power. I wanted to trick myself into believing I did.

"It's... complicated."

I shifted. And she suddenly found herself on the couch. I stood up and poured some of the wine I found on the table down my throat. Half meaning it, half playing on that pity Nicassia harbored for me, perhaps even mistaking it for love.

"Cardan, Locke meant, means nothing to me. It was a stupid request my mother had of me. She wanted Locke to help her."

"Both of my friends, ploting behind my back."

"It's not like that. He didn't knew anything. I told him what to do, promising he'll have some fun and weave a good story. Mother promised she won't hurt anyone. It was just a show of power."

"Is baiting my brother to aupport her with gifts and promises of a throne just a show of power too?"

"Balekin is just a pawn. You are the king she wants. The king we both want. But you wouldn't play your part. You listen to that mortal girls as if she controls you."

At that, Nicassia's pleading eyes found mine, a mute question behind them. I ignored it. "Is this why Orlagh wants to eliminate Jude?"

"Eliminate is such a strong word, Cardan," the merefolk princess rolled her eyes. "We won't kill her. Mother only wishes to talk to her, convince her to cooperate. It's not such a dark plan: you and I married, rulling over our joint kingdoms. Peace and prosperity, think about it."

"How does Orlagh plans to talk to Jude?"

Nicassia groaned and let herself ease more into the soft cushion. "We have a spy she trusted. He'll bring her to us."

A spy Jude trusts. A he. A truly narrowed list, as the decieving mistress of my heart barely trust anyone. Madoc has been recently crossed off the list. Replaced by me, I like to think. The only ones left are the Roach and the Ghost.

°•▪︎~▪︎•°

As Taryn and Locke's wedding was but a few hours due, I grew more ane more resteless. I haven't talk to Jude since I told her Orlagh's plan to act on the wedding's day. I told her to be careful of the spy too, but she still insisted on leaving the palace to spend time with her twin.

"Your worry is appreciated, Cardan, in all its disturbing unexpectance. But I can handle myself."

Of course I couldn't tell her about the attack on her. And she did make it out alive the first time. But nothing could sooth my fears. Nothing but seeing her at all times. Judging with my own to eyes if she is fine.

"Take me with." I pleaded. And I've lost the count of how many times I did so far.

"Stop that! Madoc doesn't know my loyalties lie to you –" my heart fluttered and skipped a bit –" and I want a night spent only with my sister."

"I won't be in your way. I can even wait outside. Playing watch guard from a tree."

Jude pinched the bridge of her nose. This time I hadn't tried to talk to her about what happened in the secret room behind the throne. Which is why she acted normally around me, openly, even.

"Even if I would agree to this, you cannot be seen on Madoc's estate. He isn't yet sworn you enemy, but that is where his heart is. It's too dangerous. Besides, with merefolks haunting about, the vest place you could be at is the palace, with the Bomb as your babysitter."

I made a face at the title. And then relented. "Fine. Just promise me you'll be careful."

"I will," Jude groaned annoyed. Though a little smile pulled at her lips. She was gone withing seconds.

I've waited until I estimated there is enough distance between us so Jude wouldn't spot me and the Bomb will she look back, then turned to my keeper.

"I have to follow her. You can stay here, or come with, but do not stop me."

The Bomb bursted into a jingle of laughes. "You have so lost yourself to her. Calm down, loverboy, Jude can handle herself."

"Listen, she is in danger. And that moment is closing in. And I know she can hold her ground, but I cannot lose her again. I need to make sure she's fine."

"Again? What are you talking about."

I ended up telling the Bomb everything. "And are you sure one of them is a traitor."

I nodded solemnly. I wanted to comfort her, but didn't know how.

"Go." The Bomb said all of a sudden, breaking the silence that has fallen over us. "I will try to find if it's the Ghost or the Roach," her voice broke a bit over the name of the man she loves.

I took the fastest horse in our stables and sped on Jude's trail.

When I caught up to her, she was surrounded by masked faes. Limping. I couldn't determine where they injured her, or how bad it was. But Jude stood her ground fearlessly.

An arrow flied from up somewhere. There must be more of them, hidden in the trees. Or just one, the thought fell in place like the the lackadaisical feeling of being painfully conscious of my own conscious after a night of revels and drinks.

I barely processed it when I already climbed the nearest tree. Precise archer, a sly, silent spy, perhaps the most so out of all of us, a friend. The quietest one.

The Ghost taught Jude the most about the art of spying. How to smoothly move in space as if she was the particles in between. He taught me too. How listening and connecting the dots can have more values than intercepting correspondence, if one place themself in the right spot, at the right time.

I didn't care to think about why the Ghost would work for Orlagh. Or even question my deduction. It has to be him. Once I got high enough between the tree's thick crown, I jumped swiftly to the nearest tree. The more trees I left behind, the more aware was I of the fact I had no weapon on me. And the Ghost knew how to fight, bare handed or not.

My best shot was to take him by surprise. He doesn't know I'm here, he doesn't know his cover has been torn to pieces. And he is focused on Jude. If I can sneak behind his back, I can...

"You were the least I expected to see here, today," the Ghost rasped in my ear. An arrow tip pressed cold against the back of my neck.

"All the more a pleasure for you. Surprise!"

"You shouldn't have come."

"Believe it or not, I keep hearing this since my birth. It never stopped me."

With him distracted in a conversation, Jude's odds bettered. She could deal with the faes on the ground much easier if the threat of arrows from above was stopped. My life depended on how much information Orlagh shared with her spies and on the Ghost's social awareness. If he thought he can kill me because he didn't know of the Undersea's plans to marry me to their princess or not.

"I'm sorry, Cardan. I have no choice."

I frowned. The folk can't lie. But if he believes it true, then it's a loophole. Why would the Ghost think this is his only option? Why would he betray Jude if he's feeling guilty about it?

Darkness overtook my mind before I could even begin to analyze it. Next thing I know when I'm awaken is a terrible ache in my temples and a familiar scent in my nostrils. I shifted, trying to get up and a displeased groan filled the air. Not my own, though.

"You chose the worst time to wake up," Jude mumbled, pushing a hand on my chest to keep me down and fitting her head again on my shoulder.

Heat rose to my cheeks and I was grateful she kept her eyes closed. "What happened?"

"The Ghost is the traitor Nicassia told you about. Tried to kill me with some friends. They're dead now. I don't think the Ghsot was actually here yesterday. There was an archer, but the arrows stopped coming in pretty soon."

"He was. He must have knocked me out after I found him."

My voice seemed to wake Jude up for good because she almost jumped to her feet, an accusatory look in her eyes. "What were you thinking? You could have gotten yourself killed. Or worse!"

"Worse? I'm flattered you hold me so dear in your caring."

"I'm serious, Cardan. You could have been captured, tortured, trapped in a deal like we had. Can you see how bad this would have been for the Land?"

"They weren't here for me, they were here to get you."

"Plans can change."

"Not even Orlagh is daring enough to kidnap the High King of Elfhame. You were the only one in danger."

"And you decided to come to my rescue alone?"

"The Bomb was trying to figure out who the traitor is. I had no one else I could trust to help me. And I did a pretty good job, didn't I? Once you had no arrows to worry about, you took them down without breaking a sweat."

"That's not so true," Jude rolled her eyes. She unfurled her pants. The leaked blood missed my notice because of the clothing's dark material. But Jude's pristine skin was smudged with blood. Different shades forming a pool around an ugly wound in her leg.

So many questions I wanted to ask at once. She seemed to read the all in my face.

"My horse died. Yours fled. I couldn't walk and even if I did, I couldn't carry you too. Leaving you was not even an option," she said before I had the chance to suggest it. "So I tied it up the best I could and tried to keep watch. I must have lost too much blood and fell asleep."

"You need stiches," was all I could foolishly say.

I couldn't convince Jude to let me carry her, but she did agree to lean on me for support all the way to Madoc's estate. Only if I make myself scarce without sight range. "I can walk by my own a few feet, but Madoc cannot see you."

°•▪︎~▪︎•°

Making my way back to the palace, I had time to ponder over the obvious changes that occurred and what they meant. Jude was originally taken from the Tower during the wedding. The Ghost must have lured her there, alone in an ambush since all the guards were posted at the wedding.

It has been a diversion. Making us think they'll do something during the ceremonial party and instead freeing Balekin and taking Jude from the Tower. Would they change their plans now we discovered their spy? Very unlikely. Most certainly they will switch tactics and corner Jude elsewhere, or in a different way. Which means I had to be with her all night.

The Undersea won't risk a second ascend. Not until they think they can fight the Land and win. Orlagh was running out of subtilties and court's plays seeing how much we knew already. And she knew we know.

The queen of Undersea will give up Jude for a bigger prize: the crown of Elfhame. To take it, she must resort to sheer force, as she intended anyway. Until I made the deal with her in exchange for Jude.

My head hurt. Possibly from the hit earlier, but the confusing politic games weren't helping either. I had to protect Jude from Orlagh and the kingdom from war and it seemed impossible to manage both.

Think, Cardan. Jude would kill you if you trade Elfhame for her.

Perhaps if I... Yes, could work. But it was a heavy risk. I might have to fill Jude and the Roach in my little time journey. And...

"My king! A word?" Jude shouted, running with a wincing limp down the hall towards me. I hurried to meet her.

"Alone." She added once we were face to face.

I nodded and we made our way to the secret room behind the throne again. We could hear the last minute preparations for Locke and Taryn's wedding even from here.

"What is it, wise seneschal?"

"Remember what I told you this morning? About," she didn't allow me space to comment on her question, "our enemies attempting to control you?"

"It wouldn't leave my mind," Jude continued, after I hummed my positive answer. "You cannot permit to be tricked, Cardan. We... the Land, Elfhame, cannot afford it."

"I think you made a convincing point in the woods earlier. I am aware of the gratitude of our situation, you don't need to spell it out for me, Jude."

"I know. I surely do hope so, at least. But it won't leave me rest. They have Balekin on their side, does he know your true name? Or," she carried on without a pause for air, "if I gained control over you, it's not so preposterous to fear the possibility of the merefolk succeeding too."

A dark shadow passed over my face. Balekin shouldn't know my name. The only onnes who do – or did – were my parents. One of which was imprisoned with Balekin in this time. Would my mother betray me so? Sweat ran down my spine, cold as the disdain in Lady Asha's scorn lips in every memory I have of her from childhood.

As for Orlagh or one of her people geting a hold over my being, as disturbing and unsettling of a thought it was, I had to entertain it. Take it in consideration.

"Were you getting anywhere with this share of fears, or are you acting on our no secrets deal?"

"There can be only one person controling you. If it gets down to it, you'll have to pretend, but you'll be shielded if someone you trust..."

"You, you mean," I interruped her. "You want me to surrender myself to you again. Willingly, this time."

"I – yes. I do. It's for all of us' sake."

"Don't need to convince me. I will do it. With one – well, two, actually – conditions."

As Jude readied herself for my bargain, I closed in the space between us. "First, I may find myself at your qualms, but you have to keep your promise. Be truthful with me, seek my input, involve me in your plans."

"Fair enough. Very well. It wasn't that bad to scheem with you. And the second?"

"We haven't spoken of our night together..." I trailed off, smirking at the color in her cheeks.

"I don't see where are you going with this. It was just..."

"Don't say we just had to get it out of our systems. You know it's a lie, Jude. It meant more than that for me. And I think it did for you to, am I wrong?"

She caught my eyes and locked our gazes. Conflicted, her thumb brushed rapidely over her blunt finger. In this moment she wore her heart on sleeve. Try hard enough and I could ses it beating hacticly.

"And if it did...?"

"Then let me worship you as you deserve, my queen."

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[maddiehu7]

Do I wanna know? | Lalo Salamanca |

Chapter 2

I wake up with something over my face so I can't see so I try to use my other senses to figure out what's happening it smells damp and moldy I shiver with how cold it is my hands are tied behind my back and I'm sitting in a chair I try to move but to no avail

"Looks like someone's up" I hear a man say I hear footsteps coming closer to me I start to get nervous when I feel the blindfold being ripped from my eyes I blink rapidly trying to adjust to the light in the room I look up seeing a man I've never seen before

"Who the hell are you and what do you want" I say angrily he just smirks smally

"Thalia smith" I hear someone say from the shadows when I see the owner from los pollos hermanos step out, what the fuck?

"What's fast food owner want with me?" I question confused

"What's a Salamanca want with you?" he says copying my question

"Lalo? That's what this is about some stranger I talked to for 5 seconds" I say laughing but he doesn't see the humor as he signals the guy who pulled the blindfold off me to pull out his gun pointing it at me I stop laughing sitting up straighter

"Who are you?" he asks walking in front of me folding his hands behind his back

"You just said my name you must've done your research" I say looking up at him cocking my head to the side

"Your right, but I don't know why your in Albuquerque so please enlighten me" he says pulling a chair over sitting in front of me

"Private info" I say smiling he looks pissed I'm not taking this serious he looks back over to his man talking through there eyes the man comes over standing on the side of me pressing his gun straight into my temple I close my eyes taking a deep breath trying to calm my nerves

"Why are you here" he says

"To find my dad" I say opening my eyes looking him straight in the eye

"Who's your dad" he says slightly confused but trying to hide it

"Mike Ehrmantraut" I sigh out he couldn't hide his surprise on his face then I look at him confused

"You know him" I say in realization

"He works for me" he says sitting back crossing his legs

"Well maybe we could have a civil conversation about this without the bdsm" I say looking back at my ties hand he smirks

"Undo it" he says to the man still looking me in the eyes

"Well thank you" I say once the man unties the rope rubbing my sore wrists

"How do you know Lalo Salamanca?" he questions

"I met him for the first time at your restaurant so not much I don't know why he talked to me honestly" I say truthfully and he could tell he looks away thinking for a minute

"Do you know what we do?" he asks

"No?" I say confused and intrigued

"Well then let me tell you, Lalo Salamanca is in the cartel he's apart of the Salamanca family I'm surprised you've never heard of them in your bounty business, he's my competitor so to say" he says I start laughing

"In the cartel ha right your hilarious" I say still laughing when I look at him expecting to see him laughing to at the joke but instead I see him dead faced serious I slowly stop laughing

"Wait what" I say starting to get worried this is true he just nods slowly

"Fuck" i whisper to myself running my hands over my face I look back up at him

"That means my dads in it to right, what is his job" I say demandingly

"He's my hit man but his job precedes many positions" he says nonchalantly I stare at him in shock

"A hit man....great that's great my fathers a murder" I say laughing hysterically

"Only of people that deserve it" he says looking at me

"No one deserves it jail sure but not murder!" I say shouting slightly he just keeps looking at me blankly

"Would you like me to drop you off there I'm sure you would like to talk to him" he replies ingoring my tantrum, I look away thinking for a minute before deciding on an answer I look back at him

"Yes...please" I add at the end so he knows I'm grateful he told me the truth

"Tyrus take her" he says getting up and leaving out the side door I look over at tyrus

"Let's go" he says urging me to follow him so I do hesitantly

~~~time skip~~~

We're sitting in the car outside of mikes house I want to go in and tell him how I feel but I'm also scared so I just sit in the car bouncing my leg up and down

"Get out" tyrus says looking at me blankly

"Jesus fine, asshole" I whisper the last part as I get out shutting the door behind me he zooms off I huff turning around looking at the house

"Well here goes nothing" I say sighing walking up to the door

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[zaphffayrkunialofphinsfable]

the my band Marwood

me! the lead singer and lead guitarist

James, the support singer and (co) lead guitarist

Ned, support singer and rhythm guitarist

Brynn, the support singer and bassist

Alex, the support singer and drummer

Inspirations:

AC/DC, Aerosmith, Alice In Chains, Alien Sex Fiend, Arctic Monkeys, Bad Brains, Bad Religion, Bauhaus, Bikini Kill, Billy Idol, Black Sabbath, Bob Dylan, Buzzcocks, Car Seat Headrest, Christian Death, Circle Jerks, Cocteau Twins, Crass, David Bowie, Deftones, Depeche Mode, Dinosaur Jr., Donovan, Drop Nineteens, Echo & The Bunnymen, Fleetwood Mac, Flipper, Gang of Four, Gene Loves Jezebel, Germs, Gorillaz, Green Day, Guns N' Roses, Hüsker Dü, Interpol, Iron Maiden, Jack Stauber, Jimi Hendrix, Joy Division, Judas Priest, Killing Joke, L7, Leadbelly, Led Zeppelin, Malfunkshun, Megadeth, Melvins, Metallica, Minor Threat, Misfits, Molchat Doom, Mother Love Bone, Mudhoney, My Bloody Valentine, Nick Cave, Nine Inch Nails, Nirvana, Pantera, Pearl Jam, Pink Floyd, Pixies, Queen, Radiohead, Rammstein, Ramones, REM, Red Hot Child Peppers, Ride, Sex Pistols, Sham 69, Siousxie And The Banshees, Sonic Youth, Soundgarden, Stone Roses, Stone Temple Pilots, Temple Of The Dog, The Adicts, The B52s The Beatles, The Cars, The Clash, The Cramps, The Cult, The Cure, The Doors, The Exploited, The Gits, The Hives, The Jam, The Jesus And Mary Chain, The Kinks, The Manic Street Preachers, The Moldy Peaches, The Rolling Stones, The Sisters Of Mercy, The Smashing Pumpkins, The Smiths, The Stooges, The Strokes, The Velvet Underground, The Vines, The Virgin Prunes, The White Stripes, The Who, Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Genres:

blues

goth rock

hypnagogic pop

indie rock

lo fi

metal

post punk

punk rock

shoegaze

space rock

r&b

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[michaelcerascream]

redoing my intro again cuz I don't like it :3!

hi my name's Mills!

I am 💙💛🩷

minor!

🇮🇪

I use she/her pronouns!

My interests!

Poetry, It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, Michael Cera, Scott Pilgrim, Yellowjackets, Superbad, Danny Gonzalez, 10 things I hate about you, The Black Phone, The breakfast club, Stand by Me, Kurtis Conner, Juno, Tim Burton films, The outsiders, Arthur TV, George Clarke, Vinyls, netball, writing, acting.

My favs 🤗

Actor- Michael Cera

Actress- Winona Ryder

Yellowjackets character- Lottie, Jackie or Van :3

Scott Pilgrim Character - Roxie Richter

It's always sunny character- Charlie

The Outsiders character- Ponyboy

Poet- Robert Frost

MUSIC 😦‼️

my favourite music genres are mostly goth, rock, nu metal, punk, and sometimes pop! I also like some rap occasionally :)!

my fav bands are The Cure, Joy Division, Deftones, Echo and The Bunnymen, The Smiths, Korn, Limo Bizkit, Green Day, Fleetwood Mac, The Beatles, and more :3!

DNI 😀🚨😡

18+ ! I am a minor chat 🤪

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Isnotreal supporters. anyone who supports the genocide in Gaza by Isnotreal please block me rn!

basic DNI aswell

more facts about me :3!

I'm learning guitar :3

I love 80s music and TV

my favourite song is probably anyone else but you by the moldy peaches :0!

i love watermelon and all things watermelon related!

my favourite colour is green 😦

I write poetry!

I look like this emoji 🤓💔

my twin shawty bae baby bear is @shaunashoochiebae

thank you for reading :3! I have much more interests I didn't fit in as I love alot so pls feel free to text me if you wanna be friends! I'm looking for mutuals and friends :))!

[whatthefuckisoatmeal]

Michael Myers meeting someone who doesn’t run away

TW // Michael things, depression, suicidality

He stepped into the old Myers house, darkness looming over him. People still moved into this place, despite how many times he snuffed them out. This one would be no different. They should know not to move into the house on 45 Lampkin Lane if they want to continue living.

The shadows in the foyer made him almost completely invisible. He had done this so many times before, but each kill quieted his mind in a way that no medication could. Quickly, silently, he stalked through the house. He saw a light. Movement. Whoever it was, they were humming. Completely off-guard. Perfect.

The resident had their back to the doorway, stirring a pot on the stovetop. The room smelled of meat and spice. They still weren't aware of his presence. Michael's breathing was quiet, showing no reluctance. He was biding his time. Waiting for them to turn and find him. And then, they did.

After a moment of shocked silence, they drew a breath. They didn't scream, didn't run. They... spoke to him?

"Are you... Michael? Like, from the news?"

He stared at them. Why weren't they running, or screaming? Were they unafraid, or stupid?

"I've heard about you. A merciless, deranged asylum patient, killing everything in his path. You've gotten out again, and returned home, just like last time."

His grip tensed, knuckles turning white against the knife's dark handle. They knew who he was—what he was. They should’ve been scared. Why weren't they scared?

"I know you're here to kill me. I know this is your house. I'm not scared of you. Do it, then. Kill me."

For the first time, Michael felt something other than bloodlust. He swallowed around a lump in his throat. No matter what they told him, he knew they were scared. He saw the goosebumps and the thin layer of sweat. There was a waver in their voice and the whites of their eyes told him that they were afraid. He couldn't wrap his head around it.

He put his hesitation aside. Michael Myers, not taking the opportunity to kill? Absurd. He stepped forward, within arm's length of his victim, ready to tear open their guts, but something stopped him. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Maybe it was because they were so willing, but this whole scenario felt... wrong. He lowered his knife.

As he stepped forward, he noticed the dark bags under their eyes. They wore a stained gray sweater, were visibly dirty, and the sink was full of moldy dishes. Looking at the stove, he realized that it was almost two o’clock in the morning. Despite the fear in their eyes, there was a palpable tiredness. Did they move here... to die on purpose?

“Why aren’t you doing it? I came here for you to do it. Get it over with, Michael.”

The realization hit Michael like a train. He had met people like this at Smith’s Grove. He had felt like this before. He set his knife on the counter, and placed a calloused hand on their shoulder. They almost withdrew from his touch, but relaxed once more, with a shudder. He pulled them in, pressing their face against his old coveralls. It was as soft a gesture as he could manage, having spent his whole life as a monster.

“You... aren’t gonna do it? I... I don’t understand. Why are you sparing me? You don’t have any reason to keep me alive. I don’t want to live anymore. Please, just do it!”

They dissolved into tears, making his coveralls wet and shocking Michael even more. This wouldn’t have worked out. He couldn’t kill anyone if they didn’t put up a fight. It wouldn’t have helped him calm down. He made a decision that went against everything that he was known for.

As he wrapped his hands around their torso and lifted them over his shoulder, he noticed how limp and light they were. Clearly, they hadn’t eaten a real meal in a while. He carried them upstairs to his childhood bedroom, which was apparently the room that they decided to sleep in. There were water bottles and dirty clothes everywhere, to the point that he could barely walk from the door to the bed.

He plopped them down on the bed like a doll. In the corner, there was a chair covered in laundry. He pushed the laundry onto the floor before taking a seat. The chair groaned under his weight, and he sat perfectly still, staring at his new friend. They sat on the bed, staring back. After a moment of silence, Michael got back up and strode towards the bed. With the delicate touch of a gorilla, he shoved them flat on their back and threw the blanket over them. They seemed to get the idea. He returned to the chair and sat back down, once again staring at them.

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

He nodded, in a rare display of commitment. For some reason, he wanted to help them. It was purely his instinct, as he was never a man to have preconceived intentions. He didn’t know what he would do once daylight came, but he knew that if he didn’t help them, nobody would.

After a few minutes, they began to drift off, getting a much needed break from the evident torment of their mind.

“Good night, Michael,” they yawned. They let out a soft sigh, and slipped away into a dreamless sleep.

Michael rose from the chair and moved towards the door. Before exiting, he took a look at their sleeping form. He felt a weird pain in his chest, could it have been sympathy? He shook the thought from his mind and silently drifted out of the room, towards the stairs. He would work through the night, and when his new friend woke up, they would understand the kindness of the Shape.

A/N: if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! this is my first fic that i’ve ever posted, and i was quite nervous to publish this. but i figured, i can’t improve if i don’t receive criticism. reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated! big love <3

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t the scientist - coldplay

l long way down - tom odell

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t there is a light that never goes out - the smiths

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[sultryandc0rpselike]

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#if it's not like this... oh well life goes on