#unreal unearth prompts

[scealaiscoite]

unreal unearth prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

⋆ "i'd still know you."

⋆ "i'd block the sun if you want it done."

⋆ "some part of me must have died the first time that you called me baby."

⋆ "come here to me, when was the last time?"

⋆ "when i was young, i used to guess."

⋆ "do you think i'd give up?"

⋆ "do you think i'd give up? that this could've shook the love from me?"

⋆ "how could you think i'd scare so easily?"

⋆ "my life was a storm since i was born."

⋆ "if i could hold you for a minute, i'd go through it again."

⋆ "heaven is not fit to house a love like yours and mine."

⋆ "i feel lighter than i have in so much time."

⋆ "how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me?"

⋆ "if you need to, darling, lean your weight on me."

⋆ "but if we fall i only pray, don't fall away from me."

⋆ "i do not have wings, love, and i never will."

⋆ "i'm starvin', darling."

⋆ "honey, i wanna race you to the table."

⋆ "two outfits then to my name, and you'd end up in one when you'd stay."

⋆ "we'd go out with no way to get home."

⋆ "but I know being reckless and young is not how the damage gets done."

⋆ "we knew what our love was worth."

⋆ "hold me like water- or christ, hold me like a knife."

⋆ "it's who we are."

⋆ "darling, we sacrificed."

⋆ "if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right."

⋆ "we didn't get it right but, love, we did our best."

⋆ "there are some things that no one teaches you, love."

⋆ "but it came easy, darlin', as natural as another leg around you in the bed frame."

⋆ "so far from home to have a stranger call you "darling"."

⋆ "i would do everything if you'd hear me."

⋆ "the feeling came late, but i'm still glad i met you."

⋆ "i knew i'd no choice but to love you."

⋆ "i thought you were like an angel to me."

⋆ do you know i could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, i still carry for you?"

⋆ "it's like i lived my whole life before the first light."

⋆ "the sun's coming up."

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[agronzky]

⠀⠀⠀𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 (𝐇𝐎𝐙𝐈𝐄𝐑) 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ♡

"At last, when all of the world is asleep you take in the blackness of air"

"Your reflection can't offer a word to the bliss of not knowin' yourself"

"No closer could I be to God or why he would do what he's done"

"Darlin', it finds a way to live in you"

"I wanna fade away with you"

"Want to be when you fall on me like night, every time"

"I don't need to know where we begin and end"

"Remember once I told you about how before I heard it from your mouth"

"Some part of me must have died the first time that you called me, baby"

"Whatever keeps you around, it keeps you around"

"Are there limits to any emptiness?"

"Do you think I'd give up?"

"How could you think, darlin', I'd scare so easily?"

"What good would it be on the far side of things?"

"Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I"

"I feel lighter than I have in so much time"

"If anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me"

"If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me"

"I wanna feel the edges start to burn"

"There's money to be made, whatever's still to come"

"Let me see the heat get to you"

"We had nowhere to go and every desire for going there"

"We knew what our love was worth"

"You were steerin' my heart like a wheel in your hands"

"You only feel it when it's lost"

"How can somethin' be so much heavier but so much less than what it seems"

"Quietly, it slips through your fingers, love"

"If there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right"

"We didn't get it right but, love, we did our best"

"I havе never known a silence like the one fallen here"

"There are some things that no one teaches you, love"

"And I wish I could say that the river of my arms have found the ocean"

"You may never know your fortune"

"So far from home to have a stranger call you darling"

"I wish I was the sunlight just sitting on The Mississippi"

"I don't wanna be anything but I would do anything just to run away"

"I wanna be the shadow when my bright future's behind me"

"Go look another way"

"I will not be great, but I'm grateful to get through"

"The memory hurts but does me no harm"

"I remember the view, streetlights in the dark blue, the moment I knew I'd no choice but to love you"

"All my love and terror balanced there between those eyes"

"You know the distance never made a difference to me"

"So I thought you were like an angel to me"

"You know I'm good on my own"

"Do you know I could break beneath the weight?"

"And there are some people, love, who are better unknown"

"Could this be how every day begins?"

"And I am never going back again"

"I lived my whole life before the first light"

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[electricserenade]

TUNE IN TO STATION 333.33

THIS STATION IS PLAYING SONGS FROM ALL OVER, INSPIRING YOU TO WRITE YOUR DEEPEST AND FILTHIEST, ANGSTIEST TO SMUTTIEST — FLUFFIEST TO DARKEST WORKS OF THE SUMMER, SPINNING THE FOLLOWING ALBUMS AND TRACKS:

COWBOY CARTER — Beyoncé | Unreal Unearth: Unheard — Hozier | Prelude to Ecstasy — The Last Dinner Party | SOS — SZA

If you gain inspiration from this station and its prompts, be sure to tag me in the work or like/reblog — thank you listeners

PROMPTS DOWN BELOW:

COWBOY CARTER — Beyoncé

"You're my love"

"I just hope you love yourself like that"

"I really hope the best for you"

"Born to be a protector" / "I will be your protector"

"I feel proud of who I am, because you need me"

"Inhalin' whiskey when you kiss my neck"

"They couldn't have me and they never will"

"Sometimes I hold you closer just to know you're real"

"Sometimes I take a day off just to turn you on"

"I don't like the way she's lookin' at you"

"You say change religions, now I spend sundays with you"

"Something 'bout those tears of yours"

"How does it feel to be adored?"

"Sunrise in the morning, you're all I need"

"Didn't know what I wanted 'til I saw your face"

"Don't know what you're doin' tonight"

"Been a while since I haven't tried to pull away"

"I'd go wherever you take me"

"Love you down to the bone"

"I hope you know that once I loved you"

"I just pray that we don't crash"

"When i'm long gone, you'll call my name"

"I stayed away from you too long"

"And I come home tomorrow"

"It's yours, baby, you can crash here, come here"

"Put on a show make it nasty"

"Baby, let me sink into your arms"

"Drink me 'til its done"

"I plan to steal your heart again"

"Ain't that the scary thing"

"Slip into my dreams every night"

"Who am I to judge, my baby?"

"Baby, I've been waitin' my whole life for you"

"This is the real you, huh"

"This is the real me, huh"

"And when I get up to walk, I wanna feel weak"

"I ain't goin' far"

"I'm gonna give you the best years of your life"

"Baby, I've been waitin' my whole life for you and I"

"Have mercy on me"

"I need to make you proud"

UNHEARD — Hozier

"How do you sleep so well?"

"You're too sweet for me"

"But you worry some, I know"

"Put my body to work"

"I wanna lose me"

"I wanna fade away with you"

"I wanna kill the lights"

"I don't need to know where we begin and end"

"I only need the working of my hands"

"Some part of me came alive the first time that you called me baby"

"C'mere to me, when was the last time?"

"How could you think, darlin', I'd scare so easily?"

"There's not one thing that I would change"

"If I could hold you for a minute"

"Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I"

"I feel lighter than I have in so much time"

"If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me"

"Don't fall away from me"

"Let me put my lips to somethin'"

"Come and get some"

"Let me see the heat get to you"

"Wake up feeling like a millionare"

"I haven't felt it since then"

"We knew what our love was worth"

"We didn't get it right, but love, we did our best"

"I know we want this to go easy"

"When people say that something is forever either way it ends"

"As natural as another leg around you in the bed frame"

"Look, I wanna be loud, so loud, I'm talking seismic"

"I'm still glad I met you"

"I'd no choice but to love you"

"I thought you were like an angel to me"

"It ain't hate being alone" / "It ain't the empty home, baby" / "You know I'm good on my own"

"You know, it's more the being unknown"

"One bright morning changes all things"

"Your eyes open, at first a thousand miles away but turning, shoot a silver bullet point-blank range"

"Could this be how every day begins?"

"Like I lived my whole life before the first light"

"But after this I'm never gonna be the same and I am never going back again"

Prelude to Ecstasy — The Last Dinner Party

"Bite marks on my neck I could never say no"

"You don't wanna hurt me but I want you to"

"My darling, believe me, I was born to be with you"

"Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands?"

"Do you want me or do you want control?"

"I can't win them all"

"Do you want me to care when you just disappear?"

"I wish I didn't want you"

"I will hold your hands to stop them from shaking"

"If it takes all night, I will be on your side"

"When you're lyin' here, I believe you love me"

"And what I'm feeling isn't lust, it's envy"

"I wish I knew you back when we were both small"

"Pray for me on your knees"

"Stay through the night I'd spend the mornings by your side"

"Cleanse my soul, make me whole"

"Dance in the morning glow"

"Hold me, we can't go back"

"Foolish thinking I could have you"

"Picture me in bed under your crucifix"

"I'd die for you, no questions asked"

"If anyone could kill me, it would probably be you"

"I wish that I had the guts the dignity to put up a fight"

"Oh anyone could kill me, and I'd never ever let it be you"

"'Cause we're a lot alike"

"I will fuck you like nothing matters"

"I'm putting all my bets on you"

"This is the only thing I know how to do"

SOS — SZA

"Damn right I'm the one"

"I can't let you finish"

"He's so needy"

"I just want what's mine"

"If I can't have you no one should"

"How'd I get here?"

"I get the sense that it's a lost cause"

"I did it all for love"

"I get the sense that you might really love her"

"I had to do it to you"

"The art of war, goddamnit, I'm drained"

"With a rush that feels like, we committin' a crime"

"You know where you belong"

"Wherever you are, whatever you need, don't call me"

"I lay awake if you're not around me"

"Help me understand how you speak your love language"

"You don't wanna be without me"

"I don't want to be alone"

"My, my, how the times change"

"Moments stolen taste better"

Oh, I need you, but it takes time"

"Loved me better when you tried less"

"I can't lose when I'm with you"

"I still wonder if you notice me"

"Don't care, just lay here beside me"

"I need your touch, not your scrutiny"

"You better learn how to face it"

"I make no exceptions"

"You can trust in me"

"Can you make me happy? Can you keep me happy?"

"I been thinkin' 'bout you, haven't got much sleep"

"Can you still come and get me?"

"I fuck him 'cause I really miss you"

"It's too late, I don't wanna lose what's left of you"

"I don't wanna see you with anyone but me"

"How am I supposed to let you go?"

"Only like myself when I'm with you"

"I got everything that I need, and I want more"

"Hate how you look at her 'cause you never saw me"

"I wish I was special"

"Is it bad that I want more?"

"Figure out how I should be loved"

"Is it too late for us?"

"Everything reminds me of us"

"Lead me, don't look back, it's all about you"

"It's what you say and how you do me"

"Who needs self-esteem anyway?"

"For you, I try"

"I can't shake this habit"

"I've been up, baby"

"Shitty of you to make me feel like this"

"You've been making me feel like I'm always in my mind"

"I don't mind who's watching"

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[youngpeachenthusiast]

Surely I'm not the first one to say this, but here's a Hozier writing prompt: "The moment I knew I'd no choice but to love you"

#elliot talks #writing prompt #writing #hozier #abstract (psychopomp) #unreal unearth

[euphoriabled-memes]

Unreal Unearth.

All starters are lyrics taken from the album Unreal Unearth by Hozier, released August 18, 2023. Please feel free to change as you see fit. I love this man and am disturbed it's taken me this long to make this meme.

De Selby (Part 1)

" When all of the world is asleep, you take in the blackness of air. "

" Your reflection can't offer a word to the bliss of not knowin' yourself. "

De Selby (Part 2)

" Your heart, love, has such darkness. "

" I feel it in the corners of the room. "

" I wanna fade away with you. "

" I want to be so far from sight and mind. "

" I wanna run so far, I'd beat the mornin'. "

" I'd block the sun if you want it done. "

" I don't need to know where we begin and end. "

First Time

" Remember once I told you about how before I heard it from your mouth, my name would always hit my ears as such an awful sound? "

" Some part of me must have died the first time that you called me, 'Baby'. "

" And some part of me came alive the first time that you called me, 'Baby'. "

" Some part of me stayed alive each time that you called. "

" When I was young I used to guess. "

" Are there limits to any emptiness? "

Francesca

" Do you think I'd give up? "

" How could you think, darlin', I'd scare so easily? "

" Now that it's done, there's not one thing that I would change. "

" My life was a storm since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane? "

" I would still be surprised I could find you, darlin', in any life. "

" If I could hold you for a minute, darlin', I would do it again. "

" I'd tell them, 'Put me back in it'. "

" Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I. "

I, Carrion (Icarian)

" I feel lighter than I have in so much time. "

" How could I fall, when I am lifted by every word you say to me? "

" it's the world that falls away from me. "

" You have me floatin' like a feather on the sea. "

" Once I wondered what was holdin' up the ground, but I can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down. "

" If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me. "

" If we fall, I only pray, don't fall away from me. "

" I do not have wings, love, I never will. "

Eat Your Young

" I'm starvin', darlin'. "

" Let me put my lips to somethin'. "

" Let me wrap my teeth around the world. "

" Honey, I wanna race you to the table. "

" If you hesitate, the gettin' is gone. "

" I won't lie if there's somethin' to be gained. "

" Pull up the ladder when the flood comes. "

" It's quicker and easier to eat your young. "

" You can't buy this fineness. "

" We can celebrate the good that we've done. "

" I won't lie if there's somethin' still to take. "

Damage Gets Done

" We had nowhere to go and every desire for goin' there. "

" It's the comforts that make us feel numb. "

" I know bein' reckless and young is not how the damage gets done. "

" Oh, if the car ran, the car was enough. "

" All I needed was someone. "

Who We Are

" The hardest part is who we are. "

" You and I burned out our steam chasing someone else's dream. "

" How can something be so much heavier, but so much less than what it seems. "

" Darling, we sacrificed. "

" Quietly, it slips through your fingers, love. Falling from you drop by drop. "

All Things End

" If there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right. "

" We didn't get it right but, love, we did our best. "

" All that we intend is scrawled in sand and slips right through our hands. "

" Knowin' that everything will end should not change our plans when wе begin again. "

" I havе never known a silence like the one fallen here. "

" I know we want this to go easy by bein' somebody's fault, but we've gone long enough to know this isn't what we want. "

" We can always start again. "

To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuarithe)

" A joy, hard learned in winter was the warming of the bed. "

" There are some things that no one teaches you, love. "

" Natural as a dream you didn’t know that you were in. "

" In summer's heat, I learned to dread the comin' of the night. "

Butchered Tongue

" You may never know your fortune until the distance has been shown between what is lost forever and what can still be known. "

Anything But

" I'd fit all my joys and my pleasures in one perfect day. "

" If I was a rip tide I wouldn't take you out. "

" I don't wanna be anything. "

" I would do everything just to run away. "

" I don't wanna be anything like this at all. "

" Look, I wanna bе loud, so loud, I'm talking seismic. "

" I wanna be the last thing anybody ever sees. "

" If I had his job, you would live forever. "

Abstract (Psychopomp)

" Sometimes it returns, like rain that you slept through. "

" I will not be great, but I'm grateful to get through. "

" The feeling came late, I'm still glad I met you. "

" The memory hurts but does me no harm. "

" Your hand in my pocket to keep us both warm."

" I remember the view, streetlights in the dark blue: the moment I knew I'd no choice but to love you. "

" Darling, there's a part of me I'm afraid will always be trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life. "

Unknown / Nth

" You know the distance never made a difference to me. "

" I thought you were like an angel to me. "

" Funny how true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy. "

" If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in the mind of mе. "

" You know I'm good on my own. "

" So much of the livin', love, is the being unknown. "

" You called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me. "

" Do you know I could break beneath the weight? "

" I'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowin' you. "

" There are some people, love, who are better unknown. "

First Light

" Could this be how every day begins? "

" Darkness always finds you either way. "

" But after this I'm never gonna be the same. "

" I am never going back again. "

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[rotisseries]

omg guys my narines playlist fucks so hard

#LIKE. THIS IS NASTYYYYYYYYY #<-sorry I'm just saying that cause unpunishable by miss ethel herself is on #and this is the first time in 3 and a half weeks that I've listened to anything other than unreal unearth btw #anyway I'm listening to the playlist both because I really want to but also cause whenever I make a playlist #I need to listen to the whole thing at least once. see it in action #to make sure it's actually good #cause I have this tendency to get powerhungry with the song adding and I'll just add more and more songs I like #while getting looser and looser about whether or not they actually fit the prompt #and I check if they fit just by pulling up the lyrics which is sometimes different from actually listening to the song #like sometimes you look at lyrics and you're like yeah I could interpret this my way #or yeah it mostly fits but the few lines that don't are ignorable #and then when you actually listen to the song you're like oh no you CAN'T interpret it that way and those lines AREN'T ignorable #so yeah I gotta do playlist editing basically because I lose my mind #like do I really need six of the kim petras halloween songs on here. debating on if turn off the lights really fits. I'm not sure #also btw tbostuals I am taking critique on the playlist. tell me if I've lost it please tell me if I need to get stricter on a song #but it does fuck. this playlist does fuck I'm having so much fun

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 217

Adjective: Earthy

Noun: Lung

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Earthy: resembling or suggestive of earth or soil; (of a person or their language) direct and uninhibited, especially about sexual subjects or bodily functions

Lung: each of the pair of organs situated within the rib cage, consisting of elastic sacs with branching passages into which air is drawn, so that oxygen can pass into the blood and carbon dioxide be removed, and lungs are characteristic of vertebrates other than fish, though similar structures are present in some other animal groups; an open space in a town or city, where people can breathe fresher air

#im a bit late this time cos i forgot due to it being the weekend #also my girlfriend and i started watching season 2 of good omens #we only got through the first episode tonight but we are liking it so far #(and dear god crowley and aziraphale are so gay for each other) #as for the prompt it makes me think of two things #the buried from the magnus archives #and hoziers new album thats coming out soon: unreal unearth #however as im thinking about it the prompt also makes me think of a 'lung' made direct from 'earth' like clay or something #whatever i end up going with for my poem im looking forward to writing for this prompt in general #the buried #the magnus archives #tma #the buried tma #unreal unearth #hozier #thanks for reading #writing #writer #creative writing #writing prompt #writeblr #trying to be a writeblr at least

[mochinomnoms]

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Congrats on 1k followers Mochi (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ you so so so so deserve it. You always make me smile when I see your posts so I hope you have fun writing them.

If I might make a request, could I have Jade, Trey, and Ace with a romantic prompt 16 (“I won't lose you again.”)? I want to see them cry a lot just a tiny bit. Feel free to let the vibes guide you, I trust it will be very good.

-Yuri

jade leech, trey clover, ace trappola (separate) x gn!reader [tags] — angst in Ace's, hurt in Trey's, humor in Jade, implied time loop theory [wc} - 1,000+ each prompt 16: “I won't lose you again.” song: Be, Talk (Hozier, “Wasteland, Baby!”), Francesca (Hozier, “Unreal Unearth”) note - @yuri-is-online got it! went a lil wild cause I got massive inspo lmao. Also, let me know if yall can guess the anime I got inspired from with Ace's francesca (1k event)

“Be like the love that discovered the sin (Lover, be good to me) / That freed the first man and will do so again / And, lover, be good to me (Lover, be good to me)”

There were several things that caught Jade Leech’s attention during his life, but only a few kept his attention, after which he’d abandon his ‘toy’. Fungi, mountains, and poisonous flowers, were exceptions, to name a few. He had to admit to himself (and only himself) that there was one thing that revolved in his mind all this time later, dug deep into his brain like the mycelium of his beloved mushrooms in the forest floor. 

One. Thing. You. The funny little human from the broken down dorm. The funny little human with not a single ounce of magic in their veins. The cute little human that was captivated by his merform, an entirely foreign concept to them. The sweet little human with the even sweeter crush on him all throughout his second and third years. 

Perhaps it was cruel of him to entertain your affections with no real desire to follow through on them. Actually, scratch that, it was cruel of him to do so. It was just so…interesting to him at the time. He grew alongside his brother and Azul, none of them exactly being the most sought after during their childhood or teens. They were feared, each of them for multiple reasons, not exactly prime boyfriend material, despite some of their attempts to curate a specially crafted facade. 

Yet, you were so bewitched by him, enthralled, beguiled, and dare he say lovesick with him despite all the signs screaming “DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!” So please, forgive him for shamelessly flirting, and finding entertainment in your reactions. 

The dilated pupils as he leaned down to make eye contact. The sharp intakes when he cornered you against a library shelf, nonchalantly reaching for a random book. The shiver down your spine as he would lean over in class to whisper some nonsense in your ear regarding the class. All for the sole purpose to see you blush a pretty color and get flustered. Not for the jump in his heart at the thought of being revered so sweetly, or a potential lover being so good to him. 

It was just a bit of fun. That’s all it was. That’s all it was meant to be, when he finally left for his internship his third year. He paid no mind to the wistful look on your face as he gave his goodbyes, nor the strange creak in his heart at the sight.

Jade Leech was all he’s always been, and all he will ever be: a man that left his toys once they ceased to interest him.

Which is why he loathed that he’s been unable to remove you from his mind. Though, did he really? It wasn’t annoyance or hate, but an aching yearning that resided in his being. Jade spent many months tossing and turning in bed as he dreamt of you: shy smiles, soft eyes, and sweet words. He wanted, he needed to be free from this love-struck feeling, this infatuation. It was dragging him down from his finely constructed pedestal, like a sin striking an angel down from heaven. 

Yet, coming back to campus now, presenting his internship research at the end of the year, Jade found himself strangely content with the concept as he watched you. You’d taken on your role at NRC quite beautifully, and were the object of affection for many admirers, much to his dismay. Currently, you were attending to visitors, directing them to their destinations and helping the fourth years find their old clubs and friends, while he admired from around the corner.  

You were as you’ve always been, sweet, cute, and clueless to your surroundings as he stalked closer until he was behind you, leaning down until his lips inched close to your ear. 

He purred breathlessly into your ear, “Oh Prefect~ Is that you, my dear?” Jade didn’t miss the shudder that flew up your spine as you jumped away in shock. 

“EEP! W-what the—” You whipped your head around to berate the man before realizing who it was. “Oh, jeez, Jade! You’re back—why’d you do that?!”

The tall man chuckled as he straightened to his normal height. Oh, how he missed you. And your reactions, of course. 

“I simply missed your delightful expressions, you always have been rather reactive with me, haven’t you?”

“What—nooo. I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Huffing, you crossed your arms and jerked your gaze away in irritation. At least, it would be if not for the blush on your cheeks. 

“Fuhuhuh, that blush suggests otherwise.” A giddy feeling filled his chest as Jade inched closer to you, in which you backed away. This continued until he managed to corner you against the stone way of the hallway. 

“This is a familiar sight, is it not?” Jade cooed as he leaned down again, a hand reaching to caress your cheek. “I did miss you, didn’t you—”

A smack. Jade blinked in surprise as his hand was thrown back by your own. Now you looked more annoyed than flustered. 

“I’m sure you did.” You hissed sarcastically, narrowing your gaze at him. “Ha! Please, more like missed messing with me. If you really missed me, you’d’ve called or messaged me like the others in our class. Even Azul checked up on me!”

Jade…hadn’t been aware of that. He’s been too into his own head, reliving memories with you that it hadn’t occurred to him that you’d actually might lose affection for him. 

The thought made him a little sick. 

He pouted, taking your chin in his hand to tilt your head up to his. “Is that so? Please forgive me for my most egregious sin. I don’t wish to lose you again.”

“Hmph, again?” You made a sound of offense. Despite your words, you still looked up at Jade with a  shy gaze, eyes darting down to his lips every so often. 

You never had me in the first place.” You scoffed, trying to avert your blushing gaze, though he kept a firm grip, moving to squeeze your cheeks into a pucker.  

Jade chuckled, “Your previous actions say otherwise, though I am quite a fool for not taking what was mine in the first place.”

“Y-yours?! You-you-you can’t just say things like that—eep!” You let you a deliciously cute squeak, which he swallowed up as he stole a kiss. 

“Now, now my little lover, be good to me and let me revel in your affections, I’ve derived myself from them for far too long now, have I not?”

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me / I won't deny I've got in my mind now (Hey, yeah) / All the things I would do

He wasn’t sure why he had any faith in Crowley to get you back home. Really, that’s on him for thinking the headmage would put any work into your return home. If Trey had known that you’d still be here in Twisted Wonderland, years after his graduation, he wouldn’t have ever broken up with you. 

Granted, it hadn’t exactly been his choice in the first place, as you had abruptly ended the relationship towards the end of his fourth year. Told him to enjoy his life without you weighing him down, despite his insistence that you’d do no such thing. 

Trey finally relented when you told him that you had a world, a family, a home (without him) to get to. Somewhere you belonged, somewhere that wasn’t with him. 

It hurt, yes, knowing that you were never really meant to be with him in the first place. It was simply by magical chance that you were plucked from your world to turn his own upside down. Likewise, it was simply by chance that you and him got together to steal and eat his heart, leaving him almost an empty shell of himself. 

So it was a surprise to see you at Riddle’s wedding, of all places, dressed up in a pretty green outfit as you giggled with some bridesmaids. Seven, you looked good, the fabric hugging all the right spots. Maybe he was being a bit delusional, but Trey swears that the green of your outfit matched the color of his hair, and he had a small possessive streak pass through him at the thought. If it wasn’t for Cater pinching his arm, Trey would be sure that he was in a dream. 

“Ow! Cater!” Trey hissed, rubbing his arm as the strawberry-blonde smirked at him. Cater’s hair was longer now, but he kept his signature style from school still. 

“Go on, talk to them.” Cater nudged him with his elbow, gesturing to you. “I know you want too~”

Trey huffed, watching the liquid in his cup as he swirled his punch. “I’m fine, thanks.”

“Oh, come on!” Cater whined, latching on to Trey’s arm. 

“We didn’t end on good terms.”

Cater countered, “You didn’t end on bad ones either.”

“Hmph.” Trey clicked his tongue, eyeing you from the corner of his eye. Your hair had grown longer, and was dyed. It looked nice on you.

Still leaning against Trey, Cater pouted before a mischievous look passed over his face as he leaned in to whisper in Trey’s ear. 

“Besides, I heard they’ve stayed single since being with you.”

“…” A sigh. “Really?”

“Totes, so you really ought to go make a move before that blonde dude does, though it doesn’t look like he’s having much luck.”

Finally deciding to look up, Trey noticed your uncomfortable expression as the guy twirled a strand of your hair with his fingers. Despite being known for being rather mild-mannered, a handful of your mutual friends knew the truth: Trey had a nasty jealous streak where you were concerned. 

He wasn’t sure when or how he got across the room, but Trey was suddenly hovering over you and the blond man, hazel eyes piercing his back. Surprise flitted your features as a hand was offered to you, along with a familiar. 

“Sorry, hope I’m not interrupting.” Trey had to withhold a smug smirk as he saw your eyes light up at the sight of him. “But would you mind sharing a dance?”

You eagerly nodded, taking his hand and mumbling a half-hearted apology to the other man as Trey guided you to the dance floor, filled with couples sharing a dance to the latest love song. 

His hands rested on the familiar curve of your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck, hesitating before finally settling your hands on the back of his neck. The two of you swayed to the music, a surprisingly comfortable silence between you two. Honestly? It was as if you two never broke up, with how your bodies curled into each other, heart-to-heart.

Yet, neither one of you seems willing to start the conversation he was begging to have.

“… You look beautiful—”

“You look wonderful—” 

Both of you opened your mouths at the same time, interrupting each other before sharing a giggle.

“Sorry, sorry. You go first.”

Trey shook his head. “No, go ahead.”

You smiled, something soft and a bit sad, before looking him up and down. “You look good, got stockier. The bakery’s got you working hard, hm?”

“Ha, yeah. It has, what…about you?”

Your lips thinned, as you looked away. “Still at NRC with Grim, we teach the new Beast-tamer curriculum. It’s…fun.”

Silence fell over you two again, the elephant in the room hanging between you two.

“You’ve been here, all this time, then?”

You nodded, a sliver of shame passing over your features. 

“He never did find me a way home after we…you know…”

Trey sharply inhaled, tightening his grip and rubbing soothing circles as he nodded. “Yeah…why didn’t you…tell me. Why didn’t you come back?” He left out the ‘to me.’

You stopped dancing, making him stumble slightly as he watched your face intently, heart aching at the tears growing in your eyes. 

 “I—” Trey watched as you swallowed a lump in your throat, voice shaky. “—I felt so bad that you’d spent your time and energy on being with me when I might not even stay, so I wanted you to go off and live life. But then, he never did find me a way back, and I realized that I just pushed you away, and I just couldn’t face you—”

You broke into sobs, burying your face into his chest as Trey led you away from the dance floor. He managed to pull you into a secluded hallway, one for the staff to enter in and out of the kitchen. Trey held you close as he rubbed your back, resting his cheek on the top of your head as you rested into the crook of his neck.

“I-I'm sorry… I shouldn't be…” You were sniffling, letting out little hiccups as you spoke. “—crying like this… I'm not trying to make you… feel bad… I just… I should go…”

As you moved to pull away, Trey tightened his grip, hand reaching up to caress your cheek as you looked up at him with watery eyes. You were as beautiful as the day you left him, tears streaking your makeup and all. 

“Don’t, please, I—” Trey sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I won’t lose you again. I missed you so much, please, stay?”

You nodded, still sniffling, as you moved to kiss the palm holding your cheek. “I missed you too, but aren’t you mad at me? For not coming back?”

Trey shook his head, smiling softly at you. Whatever anger he had was immediately forgiven at the sight of you before him. He couldn’t care less about the last few years, as long as he had you back in his arms again. 

“As long as I can have you back in my arms, the past is forgiven. As long as…you’ll have me?”

The two of you shared another sweet smile, leaning into each other to press your lips in a soft, fleeting kiss. The type of kiss you give when you can’t tell the difference between a dream and reality. Cater’s quick photo of you two lovers would later help cement that fact that this was reality. 

It’s a week later that Trey has that exact same picture set as his home and lock screen.

I'd tell them, "Put me back in it" (Da-ah, darlin') / I would do it again (Ah-ah, ah-ah) / If I could hold you for a minute (Da-ah, darlin') / I'd go through it again (Ah-ah, ah-ah)

It’s all dark. It’s always dark until the moment Ace opens his eyes and the coffin opens. Ace goes through the orientation ceremony, only to have it interrupted by you stumbling into the Mirror Chamber, an energetic and egotistical Grim demanding to take your spot. 

It’s dark in the cave that he goes into with you two and Deuce to collect the new chandelier magistone. You're screaming, he’s screaming, so are Deuce and Grim. It’s a shit show, even before Riddle comes to drag him and Deuce back to the dorm. 

It’s dark when he makes the trek to your dorm after being collared. Grumbling about just wanting a snack, about Riddle’s unnecessary rage, and about who the hell can remember all 810 rules. It’s light, though, that he sees when you open the door to Ramshackle, the warm, old lightbulbs from the hallway creating a halo around you. 

It’s light again, in the morning as the sun filters through the broken window, you poking him awake to get to class.

Ace has never been one to get sentimental, the idea of love is frightening, to be frank. But looking at you again, light curtaining your features, he was reminded why he did what he did. 

Why he punched Riddle for his outburst and insults to you. 

Why he threw himself into the fight against Leona as he threatened to turn you to sand. 

Why he let himself get “tricked” by Azul again and again, get beaten up by the twins under the sea again and again. Why he tried to run back to school to your rescue, only to be too late again and again. Why he endured the embarrassment of losing the SDC. 

He’d hoped that this time he’d be able to avoid getting into a coma from the S.T.Y.X. Charon robots again, but he had no luck, so you once again had to depend on Rook and Epel getting you through the Isle of Woe. Maybe he should’ve focused on getting Grim back after scratching you, or maybe just prevented him from eating all the blot stones, then you wouldn’t have been in this mess. 

It might have prevented Malleus’s own blot, though Ace wasn’t really sure what led to his spiraling. It was probably a combination of a lot of information, as it was with the rest of the blots. Either way, he’d been hoping that preventing Grim from eating the 8th blot stone would’ve prevented this. 

Ace wouldn’t know though, as he’s been through this year at least 4 times now. Trying to prevent what he’s slowly starting to believe is inevitable.  

He’s replayed your deaths over and over in his brain. The first one that happened, he was upset for losing a friend, but probably would’ve gotten over it. It sounds harsh, but that was the reality of the situation. 

After the second loop, Ace started noticing you more. Things he missed out on the first time. The way you smiled, the way you walked, the way you tugged on your shirt when you were nervous. It was cute. 

It was his third loop that he started noticing little things. How you liked to grab on to his arm when it got too crowded. How you always made an effort to help him in class, despite having to catch up with nearly 2 decades of curriculum just to understand the professors. He noticed how you’d blush whenever he’d make flirty jokes. 

It was his fourth, and current, loop that he really started to view you differently. That he started to view these second, third, and fourth chances as a way to keep you safe. To not lose you again. 

You were always helping him, despite the stress he caused you. Every time you’d let him crash in your dorm, eventually convincing you to let him share at least your room. He’d be up, tossing and turning as he watched your sleep. He wasn’t trying to be creepy, but seeing you take your whole situation in stride, every overblot, every condescending comment, every shenanigan Grim, Deuce, and him really made Ace think about why he was doing this. 

Was it because he felt bad? No, it certainly wasn’t the first time, anyway. Was it because he liked having you around? Kinda, maybe a little. Was it because every time he’d ask you why you got involved with all the drama at school, you’d answer with a shrug, a smile, and simply answer “I gotta protect my friends, as best I can anyway.” That was probably partially the reason.

He thinks the reason he’s so desperate to make sure you stay around is because of the promise you made with him the first loop around: “If I can’t go home, let’s always stick together! I like you, and you like me, so we can support each other every way we can.”

You’d made this promise, in one form or another, every loop.

“Promise we’ll stay friends, even after graduation! I wanna stick by my first friend’s side!”

“Ace? Do you actually promise to take care of me? I know I’m a pain, no magic and all, but I’ve taken care of you in my own way, do you really promise to do the same?”

It was his fourth time watching you live your year in Twisted Wonderland. And it’s then that it clicked for him: he was falling deep into love with the magicless Prefect that cared way too much for others, and much too little for themselves. 

“Ace…” you gasped, a bloodied hand reaching out for him as an overblotted Grim made a rampage throughout the Mirror Chamber. He could hear the others screaming, magic being cast, and a distinct yowl from Grim as Riddle launched another fire spell at him. 

Ace cringed as the giant direbeast that was once his little fiery friend screamed in pain, running around until he tripped and fell through where there was once a wall. Grim let out an eerie, inhuman scream as he fell, a sickening crunch echoing as he landed on the stone ground. For the fourth time, Grim was gone. But that didn’t matter, not when he was watching you die for the fourth time. 

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey I’m here.” Ace had managed to crawl over to you, clasping your hand with his own. He rested your head on his lap as you coughed, red liquid leaving your mouth as you did. 

“No, nononononono—you’re fine!” Ace hyperventilated as he looked over your battered body. He was sure that he had prevented Grim from eating Vil’s blot stone. Was that not the reason he turned into this? Did he only need to eat a few before turning into a monster? He was so confident that he’d managed to keep you safe. So why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhy—

“Ace.” He froze as you murmured his name, your other hand reaching for his cheek, wiping away the tears he didn’t realize he was leaving. 

“Ace, promise me you’ll stay with me? I don’t want to be alone right now…” you hiccuped as you started crying, curling into his chest as Ace cradled you. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t help! I was so useless, so useless to let Grim get to this point. So useless as a friend, I’m so sorry!”

Ace curled into you, ignoring the voices from behind you two, no doubt the other students coming to the realization that you’d be grievously harmed. 

“I’ll stay with you, I’m always with you.” Ace shuddered. He felt like throwing up. “I’m going to try again, I won’t be too late this time. I’ll make sure to keep you safe this time. I won't lose you again.”

Ace ignored the person shaking his shoulder as he watched you hyperventilate, before your breathing slowed and eventually stopped. He ignored the surprised cries as magic swirled around him, as he activated his signature spell for the fifth, and hopefully final time:

With a flick of the wand, a rhythm sublime,

Reverse The Clock, turn back the chime,

No time to say 'Hello', goodbye!

I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!

It’s all dark. It’s always dark until the moment Ace opens his eyes and the coffin opens for the fifth time.

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De Selby Part 1 Jason Todd x Reader 1 / 10 - Unreal Unearth Event

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✧.* word count: 3.7k ✧.* genre: angst with happy ending ✧.* warnings: a lot of confusing conflicting back story with the reader and jason oh and mention of gore

When Jason was younger, a ghost would follow him around. Not in the literal sense, more of the metaphorical sense. You'd come to him in his darkest times, but when he knew you needed him most, you disappeared, like a ghost

(Ps I’m talking out of my ass when it comes to the Reader stealing shit. I have no idea if any of this works, I don’t want to research how to steal a headlight) Also song breakdown at the end of the fic

Requests are still open for my October writing prompts event!

"At last, when the world is asleep // You take in the blackness of air // The likes of a darkness so deep // That God at the start couldn't bear"

“Jason?” the thief stopped their incessant wriggling to get out from his hold, instead they froze looking up at the helmeted vigilante above them. 

“What?” Jason froze, his brows furrowing in a deep set of confusion at the sound of his name from a stranger. 

Until the thief reaches to take off their black mask from their face, showing Jason just who he caught trying to steal a Monet from Gotham’s Art Museum. 

“Ghost,” he whispered. 

~

“God I never would’ve thought you’d end up a crime-fighting badass, thought you’d just steal tires for the rest of your life.” 

“I never thought you’d end up giving Catwoman a run for her money, I assumed you’d just be a petty thief your entire life.” 

Jason took off his helmet and the domino mask, setting it down on the table in front of him. There was no need to hide his identity anymore. Not when you already knew from the moment you heard his modulated voice from underneath the mask. 

You chuckled at his response, making your way into his hideout whenever he’s in Gotham. It makes sense that he wouldn’t take you to his apartment, if he even got one in Gotham, after all, you were still a criminal. Who knows what you were planning on doing? 

Nothing except watching your childhood friend make tea, that’s for sure. 

“Two-”

“Very full teaspoons of sugar,” Jason cut you off before you could finish your sentence. Turning towards you with two mugs in his hands, a sly smirk on his face, “Don’t think I’d forget how you’re on the road for early diabetes.”

He offered you the mug after you sat on one of the very few seats he had in the hideout. You whispered a thank you before he took his own seat in front of you. The cup of tea warmed your cold hands. Whether Gotham was getting colder over the years or you were getting weaker either way, it wouldn’t work out in your favour. 

Your eyes idly looked to your side as you lightly blew the top of your tea to cool it down faster. Autumn had just started, which meant winter was coming, and with winter comes the hardest months in the entire year for you. 

Though you didn’t want to think about that now, not when someone you thought was long gone was now seated in front of you, and the hot tea you were looking down on now seemed extremely delectable. Slowly you brought the cup up to your lips, feeling the hot liquid coat your tongue and throat, slightly burning the back of it, though you couldn’t care less. 

To be quite frank, you didn’t remember the last time you had fresh and hot tea. 

When you finished your small sip, you pulled it down and let the taste linger in your mouth. Sighing and closing your eyes. 

“That’s the shit right there,” you murmured, feeling your chest already warmed up from a single sip. 

Jason watched, eyes focused and trained. He’s looking at you as if he’s looking at a ghost. In a way, he guessed he was kind of looking at a ghost. A ghost of his past. 

“Staring problem, Todd?” You quipped, looking up through your eyelashes at him. 

Jason shook his head, all these years and yet he’s still speechless whenever you spoke. 

“Is this the part where you cuff me and bring me to the station after threatening me not to tell anyone your secret identity?” 

“What? No.” He didn’t know why he answered as quickly as he did, nor as nervous as he did. But it seemed to make you laugh, so he didn’t dwell too long on it. 

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to threaten me, I promise I would never.” 

Had any other crook or criminal told him that after knowing his secret identity, Jason wouldn’t believe them. Though for some reason, hearing it with your voice, he knows it to be true. 

He doesn’t know what to say and it seems you were done with talking too. Choosing to instead put all your focus on the cup of tea in your hands. So the two of you were quiet for a little while. 

Jason took a few sips from his mug but found it difficult to feel relaxed even with his favourite tea. Every now and again he’d sneak glances towards you, how much you’ve changed and how much you haven’t. 

You were taller, stronger, smarter, sharper. And if your previous crimes were anything to note, though he didn’t know it was you at the time, you were getting sneakier. Quieter in your steps. You looked more tired than he remembered too. 

But, you still had that faraway look in your eyes, that almost-ghostly glaze which coats your gaze. He could still see the storm brewing in your mind from your eyes. The amount of thoughts that haunted your every waking moment. 

Above all else, you still had that large scar on the palm of your hands. 

He didn’t realise he’d been staring at it for long until you shifted in your seat. Moving your hands so that you’d cup the mug tighter in your hands, effectively covering every inch of your palm from his wandering gaze. 

Jason found himself at the spot to say something, anything at all. 

“I tried looking for you.” Were the only words he could think of to say. 

Your eyes immediately darted to him, a sense of shock encompassing your body for a solid second. Before you relaxed, you dropped your shoulders in a weak attempt to pretend his words didn’t affect you. 

“I know.” 

“I couldn’t find you.” 

“I know.” You repeated

“Why couldn’t I find you?” He croaked, almost desperate for answers. 

~

“You’ll never get all of them off if you don’t go faster.” 

A young Jason Todd, scraggly and dirty from the muck of the streets snapped his head towards the voice. There, from the dark of the alleyway, out came another equally dirty and messy kid. 

“I thought you were a ghost.” he stated before going back to work trying to take off the parked car’s headlights before the owners could come back. 

“You’re lucky I’m not,” you smugly answered him with a grin on your face before taking the small screwdriver from his hands and pushing him aside, “Because no ghost would be able to teach you how to do it quicker.” 

Jason scoffed at your smug behaviour, though that irritation was quickly wiped off his face when you managed to take off the headlight he’d been tinkering with for the past 10 minutes or so, shy of just a few minutes. 

When you looked back at him, holding the headlight in one hand and the screwdriver in the other he rolled his eyes. He can’t believe he was bested by the smugest kid in all of Gotham's slums. But you threw the headlight in his direction, surprising him and causing him to almost drop and smash the entire thing, rendering it useless in the spare parts market. All before you turned towards the other one. 

“The trick is to find a weak point in the glass before you start trying to wedge your screwdriver in there.” You explained eyes focusing on the headlight in front of you, “When you find it, it’s best to work fast and strong. So that the metal doesn’t have time to adjust to the new weight.” 

When you were eventually able to wedge the second headlight out, just like the first one, you gave it over towards him. 

“Is this some kind of trick to get me to owe you? Cause I don’t owe you jack shit!” Jason, the smart-ass kid he was, spat out after he placed down the two headlights you were able to get out for him. 

This response caused you to laugh. 

“Hey, we’re all just trying to survive out here, right? Nothing wrong with helping out every once in a while. You don’t owe me anything, I promise.” You explained before handing him his screwdriver and making your way back from where you came from to leave him to steal the other two back headlights. 

“Who are you anyways?” He mumbled rolling his eyes. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know, pretty boy?” Was your last statement before Jason saw you disappearing into the shadows. 

He scoffed and went back to work, thinking how ridiculous you were acting. As if you were some kind of Batman reject. 

~

“I didn’t want to be found.” You answered after gritting your teeth. 

Years of hatred and anger bubbled up in that moment. As he slammed the mug down on the table in front of him he stood, towering over you.

“Why not?! I looked for you for years out there! You know the amount of guilt I had after realising I left you out there alone?!” 

Jason could tell he was slowly irritating you with the way you refused to look up at him and instead turned your attention back towards the window, watching the dark of Gotham. 

“That’s your own psycho problem, not mine. I told you, you didn’t owe me jack shit. I didn’t want your charity, I taught you all of those things from the goodness of my own fucking heart.” You abruptly stood at the last part of your statement as if standing would prove your point that you were stronger than he thought. 

That just because he was adopted by the richest guy in all of Gotham and somehow is now a crime-fighting, gun-swinging, vigilante-hero thing, he wasn’t better than you. He wasn’t stronger than you. At least, that’s what he knows you just want him to think. 

“Don’t play fucking dumb, you know I don’t mean that.” 

~

Ghost as he affectionately nicknamed you, as you kept popping up from the darkness somehow any time he needed help and then leaving when your job was done, visited him more often than not. 

The two of you even worked together to pull off a large steal from a random guy’s car, basically almost dismantling the entire engine to take out all the things both of you could resell. 

He didn’t really want to admit it, but Jason thought he finally found himself a friend. Even if he didn’t know your name. Not due to a lack of trying though, he’s tried, repeatedly, to ask for your name. Even going so far as following you when you think no one’s there, to see if you knew other people who would give him a clue of your name. 

All for naught. 

So, he settled with just calling you Ghost. 

He’s done his fair share of rebellion and troublemaking in both daylight and nightfall, yet he’s only ever seen you when the sun is long gone. As if by daylight you disappeared from the face of the Earth. 

He didn’t mind, at least, not when he could see you and talk to you almost every other night. 

“How’d you know I needed help that time, by the way?” He once asked after you finished eating the last of your taffy that he helped pickpocket from a guy that just left a candy store. 

You grinned a wide, sugar-stained grin. “I was observing you.” You threw your head back in laughter when Jason’s brows furrowed in shock. “I go there almost every week to see if some dumbass is stupid enough to park their car there. I thought you were pretty cute when I saw you already there and then you annoyed me by taking so long with ONE headlight!” 

The insult at the end of your statement completely masked your confession at the beginning of it. This caused Jason to react to the second part of your statement, not the first. 

“Hey! I do it faster than you now!” He pushed your side, causing you to stumble on the crate you were standing on. 

“Ungrateful brat!” You yelled out before lunging towards him, tackling him to the ground as the two of you pretended to fight one another. 

Something weirdly common between the two of you now. Jason thought it felt great, he knew he was still a kid, despite all the things he’s done and will continue to do in the slums of Gotham. So being able to do normal kid things felt weirdly cathartic to him. 

But when he started laughing louder than he usually let himself, you pulled away. Standing up and offering him a hand to help him up too. 

“But yeah, that’s it I guess,” you shrugged before turning your back towards him. 

A sure sign he understood now as your way of leaving. Before you could disappear into the darkness like you always did, he did something he never did before. He called out to you. 

“You think you could come in a more regular interval? I’m getting tired of thinking I’m about to be scared by a ghost, Ghost.” 

You froze in your steps and Jason was afraid he’d said something wrong. 

But then a humourless chuckle escaped you. 

“Yeah, sure, who knows?” You muttered uncommittedly. 

The next few days you didn’t show up, which caused Jason to slightly grow worried about you. However, he did try to push it away as his mother was getting increasingly aggressive and the time he saw her not passed out or drugged out of her mind, decreased. 

It wasn’t like he saw you all the time anyway, and there were times when the two of you wouldn’t see each other for a full week before you showed up again. 

But you always showed up, and you always somehow managed to find him. 

Days stretched into weeks, and weeks stretched into a few months. Then his mother died. Overdosed on her pills and Jason had reached his tipping point. 

The next thing he remembered was accidentally getting in trouble with the wrong group of people, he doesn’t even really remember how he got there. His memory buzzed over from the mixed emotions circling through his mind. What he does remember is what happened. 

A group of older teenagers pushed him to the ground. There were three of them, had it just been one person he could’ve taken them on, it wasn’t the first scuffle he’s had to deal with. But there were three of them and after landing punch after punch on a few of them, they quickly gained the upper hand. 

He remembered struggling against their hold as two of them held him down and the other pulled out a knife from his pocket. Jason remembered screaming, he didn’t want to die, not now. 

Then through the haze of adrenaline and fear all became blurry. He remembered seeing you come down from the darkness like a ghost, pushing the guy with the knife away to the ground. The force and surprise caught him off guard, enough to have him hit the ground hard enough that he must’ve gained a concussion. 

The shock of it all caused the other two holding him down to loosen their hold, he remembered taking advantage of this and pulling away. Decking the two of them straight in the face. Clearly not enough to knock them down though, he wasn’t quite as big as them yet. 

“What the fuck are you standing there for?!” Your voice cut him from his frozen position, “Run!” You yelled at him, turning around to face him, your back facing the unconscious guy with the knife. 

Jason’s eyes widened when he saw the guy start standing up, his knife glinting in the scarce street lights that reached the alleyway all of you were in. 

“Look out!” He yelled out desperately, hopeful that you’d be able to dodge or do something. 

When you turned it was too late, the most you could do was shield your face with the palms of your hands, instinct more than anything. The knife ripped across the skin of both the palms of your hands, forming a large laceration across your hands. 

You screamed as you turned to Jason once more. 

“RUN!” He doesn’t know why he listened to you. 

Perhaps it was fear but had he not turned his heel and ran away maybe he wouldn’t have been filled with so much guilt as he did when Bruce Wayne adopted him. 

Jason remembered hearing the sound of a policeman coming to the alleyway after he had run away. Effectively saving your life and chasing the punks away. But that was the last time he ever saw you. 

Like a ghost, you disappeared. 

~

“Don’t act like a child, that was years ago.” You gritted your teeth at him, clenching your fists, feeling the grooves of the scars in the palms of your hands. 

Seeing as Jason wasn’t responding anymore, you started making your way towards the door to leave him. Yet before you could even take more than a step, Jason grasped your arm.

“I thought you were dead. I thought I left you for dead that night.” Jason spoke through gritted teeth, his hold tight and sure. 

“Well, you didn’t, I was fine.” You tried brushing it off again but Jason wouldn’t relent. 

“Why won’t you just let me help you?!” 

“Because-” You roughly pulled your hand from his grasp taking steps back in the process to look at him in the eyes. “I realised something the last time we saw each other before I saved your life.” You pointed an accusatory finger at him. 

“You, Jason fucking Todd, looked at me like I hung the stars. Like I was the sun and moon. Like I was your saviour. Guess what?!” You exasperatedly explained, “I’m no one’s fucking saviour and the fact that you looked at me like that scared me. You deserve better than me Jason, better than a petty thief!”

At this point, you were yelling, years of built-up anger and anticipation bubbled up in your throat and spilled out like word vomit. The two of you were so close to each other that you can’t help but realise just how much he’s changed over the years. 

“You know I saw when Batman came to you, saw how he took you to Wayne manor. I figured Batman was Bruce Wayne and after seeing in the news that the great Mr. Wayne had just adopted another kid from the streets, around the same time Batman had a new Robin. I knew that was you.” You shook your head. 

“I saw you once, whizzing above me, a big smile on your face with that large stupid yellow cape. That day I told myself I’m not going to drag you down with me any longer. You’re going to be better than me, you’re going to be better than anything in this fucking shithole of a place! And I wasn’t going to do shit that would hold you down. So, you’re asking why I didn’t want you to find me, there! That’s the reason, oh great Red Hood!” 

You didn’t know what fueled your anger, maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t getting it. That you were doing this for him. That you wanted to cut all his ties from his shitty past and let him make a new present for himself. A better one. But when he wouldn’t even say anything, your frustration boiled over. 

You roughly pushed his chest, “Say something god damnit! You were always such a talker, why are you being so quiet now huh?!” 

Before you could push him again or hit him or do something that would elicit a reaction, any kind of reaction. Jason quickly took ahold of both your hands by your wrist. 

“I died being Robin.” 

You scoffed hearing his first words after your whole tirade of a confession. 

“Yeah, I know, saw it in the news. Fucking bawled like a baby when I saw it. Why'd you think I was shocked when I saw you?” You refused to meet his gaze. 

“That’s not the point,” he tightened his hold on your wrist, instinctively causing you to look back at him. “Before I died I thought about a lot of things, but the last thing I remembered was how I wished I could see you just one last time before I disappeared.” 

In his eyes was a hurricane of emotion, ones you didn’t know how to feel about. 

“When I got resurrected, you were the first thing I thought about. I went insane, my mind was scattered, and every piece of me was like shattered glass. The first place I thought to go to after that was the alleyway where I last saw you. I thought you’d be there. I don’t know why I thought you’d be there, but I just-" he paused, furrowing his brows trying to find his words. 

"I just- you're right." He accepted, letting go of your hand. His head hanging lowly, defeated. You hated that look on him. "You're right, I saw you like you hung up the stars because you did. Back then you-"

You didn't know what possessed you at that moment. But before Jason could finish his ramble, your impatience pushed you to pull him down and slam your lips against his. 

It was awkward, a mish-mash of lips, teeth, and a flurry of emotions. But Jason leaned in. He even placed a hand on your back before you pulled away. 

"You talk too much." One of your hands crept up to his face. 

There were a lot of things unsaid between the two of you. A lot of messy emotions with no clear connection and end. Yet, the moment he looked into your eyes and you to his, it seemed like it didn't matter anymore. 

Then you said something. A single word. 

"What?" He whispered, leaning into your touch. 

"My name." You repeat what you said before, "That's my name."

Jason grinned. 

Maybe you're right, maybe he should leave everything from his past in the past. He'll leave the pathetic child he was behind, he'll leave the slums of Gotham behind, and he'll leave the petty ghost-like thief. 

Because right now, he doesn't know why, but he's sure you won't disappear anymore. 

In De Selby part 1, Hozier references the fictional philosopher De Selby from the book The Third Policeman by Flann O’Brien. De Selby had several theories, one that I want to explore in reference in this fic, the first being that he theorised nightfall is an accumulation of black air, existence, and consequently, death is a hallucination. There was one other I wanted to explore but just didn't have the time to write it all down cause it was getting quite long.

#Jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #dc x reader #red hood x nb reader #jason todd x nb reader #red hood #dc comics #red hood fluff #jason todd fluff #jason todd angst #red hood angst #red ink unreal unearth event

[sarahisslytherin]

here we are, two years later and at two thousand followers! a lot has happened since i started writing on here but this blog has been such a constant and fun place for me. i've made friends on here and been able to write my silly stories about all my favorite characters, so i've prepared a little celebration based on my current obsession, unreal unearth. thank you all for your kindness, your supportive messages and for simply reading my work!

please consult the fandoms listed below before sending in a character.

please send seperate asks.

only sfw asks.

fandoms: harry potter, the witcher, lord of the rings (legolas or aragorn for now pls), game of thrones, house of the dragon, stranger things, marvel, pirates of the caribbean, narcos, the bear, the last of us, good omens, star wars, gilmore girls, dead poets society, bridgerton and outer banks.

𝖉𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖇𝖞 - send in prompts from these lists [i,ii,iii, iv] and a character and i’ll write you a dialogue for it! (you can send multiple prompts per ask).

𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆 - send me a character, book, show, movie, etc. and i’ll make a moodboard based off its aesthetic!

𝖎, 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 - send me a character and a fandom they aren’t a part of and i’ll make an au moodboard!

𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 - send me a character from my fandoms and i’ll make them a playlist!

𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖊 - send me a character + scenario or prompt and i’ll write you a blurb!

𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 (𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶) - send me a fic you’ve written (preferably a oneshot) and i’ll make a litte moodboard for it!

𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖒 𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊 - send me a hozier lyric and i'll tell you what character it reminds me of!

𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 / 𝖓𝖙𝖍 - ask games! cym, fmk, this or that, etc.

tagging moots! @velvetcloxds @oliverwoodmarrymepls @sheraayasher @gxtitobxby @letterstotheflre @leahsficemporium @leydileyla @saintlike78 @gilmore-angel @spxllcxstxr @pinkandblueblurbs @amourrs @natashxromanovf @lovings4turn @wonderfilworld @curseofaphrodite @sereinegemini @mendesxruel @sweetercalypso + anyone who wants to participate!

#i reached 2k #sarah's 2k unreal unearth

[undercoverwarlock]

who we are

My pillows still smell like you. when you’re here, you are the clear sunlight on a winter’s day, breathlessly beautiful. And when you touch me, when we tangle ourselves together, the air growing warm and thin from our shared breaths - I melt like the frost beneath your fingertips. But when you’re gone -

it’s just my nature, isn’t it? To want to run from things too good for me. But I can’t seem to outrun you. I can lock the doors and retreat into my cold bed, but even then… my pillows still smell like you.

-

for @drarrymicrofic prompt, “Who We Are” by Hozier (from his absolutely devastating album Unreal Unearth - if you haven’t already, go listen to it).

#harry potter #drarry #my writing #draco malfoy #drarry microfic #microfic #drarrymicrofic

[emeraldgreaves]

Top 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

tagged by @theresa-of-liechtenstein!

favorite color: teal blue (jewel tones forever.)

currently rereading: no rereads atm, but working my way through Pride & Prejudice, Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, and Skyfaring by Mark Vanhoenacker.

last song: francesca from hozier’s unreal unearth

last series: in full—succession and the marvelous mrs. maisel, both of which ended on the same day. honestly we are not much of a TV household, but we’ve been watching an episode of my adventures with superman occasionally to unwind from work

sweet, savory, or spicy? savory!!

currently working on: a hand touch prompt fic, and my personal copy of a fanbinding project.

tagging (if you’re inclined) @thenightdayblogger @rangerdoubt @queen-scribbles @lilybarthes @morning-star-joy @feykiller @dwead-piwate-meggers @bi-stander @jae-gerbomb and @anakinsafterlife

#skyfaring is fantastic but i have to read it slowly #also libby’s interface does not tell me when the next segment break in the chapter is so i have to guess whether i have time for it #emerald speaks #tag meme

[bravevolunteer]

GET  TO  KNOW  THE  MUN.

WHAT  MADE  YOU  PICK  UP  THE  MUSE  YOU  HAVE  ?   well you see i liked fnaf and its lore a normal amount until one night after security breach boosted the fandom i thought a little bit Too Hard while staring at the ceiling and decided to add michael afton the next day-

IS  THERE  ANYTHING  YOU  DON'T  LIKE  TO  WRITE  ?  aside from the obvious? in spite of writing a marvel character for years straight i also suck at constant action with nothing else going on (aside from figuring out how to phrase it i really struggle knowing how far to go in those kinds of replies without overstepping what the other muse would do if that makes sense), which is great because for as much as michael gets into fights he is Just A Guy. and uh... for michael specifically, given the ambiguity of fnaf, there are some ideas that i'm not on board with because they don't align with how i see the story you know?

IS  THERE  ANYTHING  YOU  REALLY  ENJOY  WRITING  ?   angst and hurt/comfort sorry i am a predictable bitch i'll eat it up every single time. the softness hits harder when it comes with or after excruciating pain

HOW  DO  YOU  COME  UP  WITH  YOUR  HEADCANONS  ?  possession yeah. i can't force them they just occur to me in sudden visions. who said that.

DO  YOU  WRITE  IN  SILENCE  OR  LISTEN  TO  MUSIC  ?   music always i CANNOT write in silence, i barely Exist in silence. usually i'll use a character playlist (stupid amount of michael ones), however if it's overstimulating and makes writing more difficult i'll loop specific songs that set the mood but i can tune out for the most part

DO  YOU  PLAN  YOUR  REPLIES  OR  WING  THEM  ?   somewhere in between? i definitely like to plot things out, ESPECIALLY with michael, however i prefer plotting that leans closer towards discussing overall dynamics or the general vibe/direction of a thread. i will not hesitate to go super in depth there. while i rotate them in my head constantly before i write the reply, i tend not to go too far discussing a Hyper Specific prompt though because then i'll avoid writing it (both because i've already discussed it so much and i end up hyping it up to the point where i've set impossible standards)

DO  YOU  ENJOY  SHIPPING  ?   yes :) all kinds :)

WHAT'S  YOUR  ALIAS/NAME  ?   ash which is just. my name. real nickname. it's not that interesting of a story DKFHFJDS however if i were to start going by an alias online my favorite option has always been atlas

AGE  ?   21

BIRTHDAY  ?  october 17

FAVORITE  COLOR  ?   always changes because something's wrong with me. been a sage green enjoyer lately like the gay person i am ( but most of my clothes are black )

FAVORITE  SONG  ?   soooo many so you're getting my 2023 winners: song was not strong enough boygenius but my favorite Album was unreal unearth

LAST  MOVIE  YOU  WATCHED  ?   humiliatingly enough i. Think it was the fnaf movie ( at 3am on call while going insane ) i don't think i've watched one since then

LAST  SHOW  YOU  WATCHED  ?   oh god my brain hasn't been letting me watch anything new lately but i THINK it was trying to watch infinity train and then giving up because of that lmao. if podcasts count i'm relistening to tma-

LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO  ?  ... once more to see you mitski

FAVORITE  SEASON  ?   autumn

DO  YOU  HAVE  A  TUMBLR  BEST  FRIEND  ?   i have so many beloved close friends i've met on tumblr i can't just list ONE

tagged by: @mischiiefs tagging: yea mak you stole a good chunk of the crew just steal it from me idk DHJFSJDF

#alright morning coffee drank back to the trenches i go #⁂ ･ﾟ: i was looking for a job‚ and then i found a job‚ and heaven knows i’m miserable now ➛ ooc #⁂ ･ﾟ: sometimes the only way out is as a carcass ➛ dash games

[vendettavalor]

@sithsjedi said: ❛  some part of me stayed alive each time that you called. ❜ — Dooku to Aurelia

⚔️ Hozier - Unreal Unearth Prompts // ACCEPTING ⚔️

“While the sentiment is flattering, I hardly think I was the one keeping you alive.” It’s half an attempt at being modest and half sincere. There’s a part of her that wants the words to be true. More than anything in the world. But an even bigger part of her- the Jedi part of her- that knows it’s not. That such dependency would be forbidden, for it is neither pure nor healthy. But also, she knows that she alone would not have been able to bring him back from the edge of the abyss he so precariously teetered upon. It was his own strength of will that allowed him to come back. No matter how much she might’ve helped, the decision to remain alive was ultimately up to him.

“You made the choice to continue living, Dooku. The reasons for doing so hardly matter. In the end, it was your own choice and your own strength that pulled you up from the darkness. Maybe myself and Master Yoda were reasons for doing so. Maybe we were lights shining in the darkness like lanterns held at the eve of one’s darkest hour. But ultimately, it was not us that saved you. It was the result of your own strength. Your own resolve.” Because no matter how much we tried, we would not have been able to save you. Only you could save yourself.

She leaves that final part unspoken, for despite how accurate the assessment may be, there is a hollow ache in her chest that grows more intense with the realization of the truth in it. Yet even still, perhaps some part of that thought remains so heavy on her mind that it echoes across their joined psyches in a whisper that disturbs his very thoughts. He had to know, either through similar echoes or through visions, the guilt she carried for not being able to save him. From Sidious or from himself.

She wanted to. Maker, how she wanted to! But she couldn’t…

The number of times she’d wanted to fly out and find him, drag him back from the ominous precipice which he so precariously teetered upon… Drag him back home, back to the temple, kicking and screaming if need be… it was innumerable. The urge to simply find him, to take his hand and pull him back from the void which he had so willingly gone to- no, been deceived into huddling towards as though it were the warm inviting glow of a campfire and not the cold endless void that awaited all when they reached the inevitable end of their time on this mortal coil. But then she was captured, and she realized that it wouldn’t help. No amount of leading or pulling or dragging would help. And it broke her heart.

She could have so easily gathered him up in the jaws of her more bestial primal form and carried him off of his own ship so effortlessly. But it still wouldn’t have worked. Because she could have led him all the way home, put him before the council, and had them all forgive him right then and there. But it wouldn’t be genuine. It wouldn’t have been sincere.

And he still wouldn’t have saved him.

Only he could realize what he was doing, what he had done, and stop himself. Only he could save himself.

And they both knew that.

#ask : is this what you wanted #mutual : all of my best friends #sithsjedi #response : i know it gets better from here #( ocm : aurelia pta'hoa the motherly jedi master )

[fightaers]

"If there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right" aizawa to yagi

❛⠀aizawa-kun… ❜ surely you don't mean that, comes the word yagi wishes he could've pushed through, the ever-optimist hero in him who'd been the symbol of peace to the whole of japan aching to burst through. had this only been years ago, maybe he could easily utter what needed to be said convincingly: with a bright, blinding smile, and a body that does not cave. perhaps even, he thinks a tad humourlessly, he would see the unimpressed look aizawa-kun had been keen on fixing him the first time they were properly introduced.

funny, how much time has passed since. yagi would like to think they've grown... closer. or, at the very least, aizawa-kun has grown to accept him despite his increasing flaws and he wonders, for a moment, would he care to lose all of that just for a moment of that glory again ?

the answer, surprising himself, is simple: he would not. matter of fact is, things have drastically changed since the moment he gave young midoriya his power. he was not the same hero he'd been. that did not mean he should abandon the values he once stood so strongly for. a middle ground, perhaps. a compromise between this broken man he's accustomed to becoming, and the hero he'd been for years and years before. both are important. both, yagi is slowly learning, should still live.

❛⠀my friend, ❜ he takes aizawa-kun's hand, bold. intimate. later, he will have room to feel embarrassed over this. for now — ❛⠀it will be a loss to many should you lose your heart. i implore you, aizawa-kun. guard it. it is worth safekeeping. ❜

unreal, unearth prompts — accepting.

#kisumshi #kisumshi: aizawa. #hey siri is it gay to hold ur coworker's hand intimately and ask them to make sure their hearts are safe #yagi. #yagi; answered.

[thefollow-spot]

Hey there, just wondering if you will be doing any of the Lesbian!Hozier/pitched up versions for songs from Unreal Unearth? I'm obsessed with all of the previous ones you've done. I swear I've listened to them at least half as much as actual Hozier songs. 🩷 much love x

Oh, hello! And thank you! I'm always happily surprised whenever I get an ask about these 😅 I've switched to calling them 'Hoziest edits' now haha!

In answer: I've been thinking about it, and TBH this message might just be the prompting I needed. I think I shall do so! They don't take long, so probably I'll post some this week, or next.

In the meantime, I've already done all of the Eat Your Young EP, plus Francesca (which I will never be normal about ever).

Well wishes 💛

#people ask me things