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#dead boy detectives#text post#i fell in love with all the female characters from the show#LITERALLY FORGOT THE NIGHT NURSE BUT I'LL MAKE ONE LATER#dying#how can i move on#crystal palace#jenny green#niko sasaki#esther finch
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You ever think that Monty might not be Esther's first familiar? Oh he's the one she has now. And maybe she's had him for a while, a couple years maybe even a few decades. But he isn't her first.
Because Esther isn't the type to keep her old toys around, she finds them and makes them into what she needs and keeps them for as long as they continue to be useful to her. And eventually there comes a spell or a potion or something of the type that requires a sacrifice of something close to her. And what do you know, she has this quaint little familiar right here. Something that relies on her, and knows only her and is oh so replaceable when you live as long as she does.
Monty isn't her first familiar, and he's probably not the first one she's ripped apart and put back together, but she's all he ever knew.
#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives agency#dbda#dead boy detectives monty#monty the crow#esther finch#monty finch#dead boy detectives esther#the only thing she won't sacrifice is the snake#anything else is fair game#the inherent power struggle in being a witches bird lmao#monty i love you#you can do no wrong#despite being a crow that tried to honeypot a ghost#and fell in love
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OC Questionnaire with Matthias
Name: Matthias Saint Evanoff.
Nickname: N/A.
Gender: Male, he/him.
Star sign: Aries sun, libra moon, scorpio rising.
Height: 193cm or 6’3”.
Sexual orientation: Homosexual.
Nationality/Ethnicity: Polish, born in America.
Favorite fruit: Plums.
Favorite season: Summer.
Favorite flower: Brassavola and Brassocattleya.
Favorite scent: Sea salt.
Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Coffee.
Average hours of sleep: 1-3 hours, if he sleeps at all.
Dogs or cats: Neither. Matthias isn’t a fan of pets. He has a cat, though. Her name is Odious.
Dream trip: Anywhere with Theo.
Number of blankets: Matthias sleeps in silk sheets and nothing else. He’s a temperamental sleeper and gets warm and feels constricted too easily.
Random fact: When he’s alone he frequently talks to himself in Polish. He also talks to the flowers in his garden and Theo while he sleeps.
tagged by @bunmou in this <3 i feel like i’ve already said so much about my ocs at this point that most of this is common knowledge but nevertheless i will still be talking about it lmao. will go ahead and tag @wldestluv-rs, @omgkayplays, @fizzytoo, @rottengurlz, @void-imp, and @birdietrait <3
#good morning definitely meant to post this right after the proper edit i made last night but fell asleep 😭😭😭#river dipping#oc extras#matthias evanoff#echthroi#ts4#i feel like i always do theo when given free pick in these tag games so i’m switching it up with matthias#should maybe have done one of the lykos ocs instead but 🤷#dropping matthias’s big three here 😁#aries with a scorpio rising like PLEASEEEEE pick a struggle#also libra moon <3 like yeah of course he’s obsessed with theo#think it’s funny that matthias’s height has technically changed but he’s still 6’3’’#cm > inches#have i talked about why his middle name is saint………?#it’s his mother’s maiden name#esther saint -> estera evanoff#ALSOOOOO ‼️‼️‼️ if you’ve done this already my bad i’m getting to this tag a little late 😔
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gotham vs. san diego wave 🏟️
(brought to you by my shitty phone camera and my sister’s slightly less shitty phone camera </3)
#gotham fc#san diego wave#nwsl#midge purce#jaedyn shaw#esther gonzalez#naomi girma#kelley o'hara#emily sonnett#240315#games#i will never get used to seeing midge purce in front of my eyes#also lowkey fell in love w bruninha for a sec she is……..yeah#challenge cup#mine
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what hyperfixation are you reading about 👀
one thing i love about tumblr is that we're all freaks so i know this question is so serious and you genuinely want to know that im making my way thru every fic on ao3 about esther sinclair from the unsleeping city season of dimension 20
#i just finished the campaing last night & all i can think abt it ricky and esther like they are SOOOOOOOO#tickling my brain in such a particular way#in the final battle when esther nearly fell into the magic void & ricky offered his last luck point to kingston to save her#& brennan said 'it is true love isnt it?'#girl i BAWLED#mine#asks#anonymous
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A Nightingale Sings Kansas Fields Sneak Peek
Wherein we get a bit of 'Uncle' Gabriel with little Esther, Crowley and Aziraphales Kid, a little context is this is post season 2, and so Crowley is raising Esther on their own with others
As they say, it takes a Village
Love this baby
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The little girl ran across the cornfields as the sun hung low in the sky, red hair trailing behind as she spread her wings and lept soaring upwards before she flew low to the ground, stalking behind a person at the edge of the fields, watching them as they took dirt into their fingers feeling it as she lept, letting out a shrill laugh, as she caught the other by surprise as they gave a yelp, before he too started laughing
"Oh no, the child's got me whatever shall I do." They gave a feign cry as she laughed, the Archangel smiled fondly at the little girl as she responded with
"Mmmm I don't know Uncle Gabriel, feed me to a hellhound?
The man snorted, shaking his head, his niece clung before deciding to slide off stretching brown wings following,
"You are just like your Papa," he said with the same fondess
She grinned up at him, oh that smile that melted him as it reminded them of the child's sire.....Aziraphale the way her eyes sparkled with mischief though was all Crowley as the little one asked cocking her head,
"Which one?"
Gabriel broke out into more laughter, laying a hand in the auburn curls on her head before scooping the child into their arms
"Right now? Both of them,"
#good omens#good omens season 2#come get your fluff#Aziracrow child#Esther Crowley-Fell#good omens gabriel
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good morning I hope ur feeling better now <3
I died and was reborn nbd.
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he is staring at me with eyes that say "get me the absolute hell out of here."
soon, buddy. soon.
#I dont think ive talked about him since i got tumblr back#but I found him at a thrift store maybe... two years ago? it wasnt long after i got esther#i just knew it looked like a robot version of her and i fell in love#then i saw ppl posting about him recently and thought maybe folks would like to see his silly bubble suit#he is ready to move but he is mad at me for wrapping him so tightly#thrift finds#I actually purchased another one recently just for parts because I gotta replace one of his legs#so hopefully i can cobble together a functional odd ogg in time#odd ogg
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Idk new post bc the last lost traction, no donations in a week. We need 450 for the rest of February, 450 for a deposit, and 950 for March, 50 for the rest of the utilities. We were homeless since Aug 2020 excepting 4 different months whose places fell through for various reasons, have to get rid of the van we were living in because it's falling apart, Collie got FFS December 28th, she's recovering well and maybe could do something with a car if we had a better car, given her ability to drive. I still haven't found much work but I'm still looking. Anything helps.
paypal.me/NoraEstherRose
venmo: nora-esther-rose
venmo: Leah-Esther-Rose
#i wish i could get a loan ? i hate how little my parents have ever helped me. we rely too much on collies mom who can only do so much#we both have various disabilities we still are in the process of understanding.... i hope i get adhd meds soon. :(#we havent been able to afford better anti depressants for over a week now. i hate feeling dependent#i wish it were a prescription.... stupid world. stupid time
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JUST FINISHED DEAD BOY DETECTIVES
- I have known Edwin for 8 episodes and if anything happened to him i would end up on the news he means everything to me
- The Cat King is fucking fabulous and stole every scene
- Edwin and Charles is my new favourite ship @ the writers for this show PLEASE LET THEM GET TOGETHER ACTUALLY BEGGING YALLLLL
- Making Jenny a girl kisser I CHEERED 🏳️🌈👩❤️💋👩 shame how it ended with that crazy woman but i hope they give her a cool gf if they get more seasons
- When Despair appeared i literally fell off my chair we won so hard
- Crystal i would take a bullet for you
- Esther yelling at Monty to shut up when she was trying to scare them cracked me up
- NIKO 😭😭😭😭
- EVERYONE WATCH THIS SHOW SANDMAN LOVERS AND GOOD OMENS GIRLIES GET ON THIS SHOW ITS SO GOOD WE NEED ANOTHER SEASON
#netflix if you cancel this show i will appear outside ur window#WATCH DEAD BOY DETECTIVES FOR CLEAR SKIN ✨#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives spoilers#edwin paine#charles rowland#the sandman
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Yandere Mikaelson Family Headcanons (Platonic)
❝ 🧛 — lady l: I finally finished the hcs of our beloved vampires as platonic yandere! It was fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it too! Forgive me any mistakes and good reading!! ❤️🖤
❝tw: yandere, obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death and murder, transformation into a vampire, jealousy and unhealthy platonic relationships.
❝🧛pairing: yandere platonic!mikaelson family x gender neutral!reader.
The stories about your appearance in the lives of the originals vampires are much discussed and contextualized. Some said you were a human who was kidnapped by them and forced to become part of their family. Others say they went mad and brought you into the vampire life as a way of redeeming the human lives taken. None of this is true, however. The true story is dated back to when they were still human and you were a close friend of the family and witnessed all the tragedies over a thousand years ago.
You, like them, were human. It was Rebekah, your closest friend at the time, who introduced you to the family and it didn't take long for you to become very close to her brothers, especially Henrik and Klaus. They have come to love you and treat you like part of the family. It didn't matter if you already had a family or not, you became part of theirs and they will not allow that to be changed.
You were very close to everyone, but you still didn't know their parents and that was on purpose. Klaus and Elijah in particular didn't want you to get close to his parents at all. They tried at all costs to keep you all to themselves, to the sibilings, but they couldn't hide you forever. In one night, you met Mikael and Esther Mikaelson.
It was a cold and restless night, you couldn't sleep and you left the ''room'' you shared with them. Since you didn't want to wake any of them, you got up carefully and left the small family hut. When you thought about it, you could still feel the freezing cold on your skin and the jump you gave when you heard the voice of a man very similar to your friends approaching you. It took a few seconds, but you recognized him as the Mikaelson patriarch.
Your heart leapt knowing who the man was and you didn't know what to do. You had already heard stories about him, how strict he was with his children, especially Niklaus. To your surprise, the man, Mikael, had been kind to you. A kindness you had never expected from someone like him and, feeling more at ease, you let your guard down and started talking to him. It didn't take long for him to introduce you to his wife, Esther, and they started to consider you their child and love you as their children loved you.
Everything was going well until tragedy struck the family and changed everything. When Klaus arrived with Henrik, dead, in his arms all chaos ensued. Your heart ached to see your friend, your brother, lifeless and Klaus in tears screaming for help. Everything changed the moment Mikael forced Esther to turn all of they children, including you, into something that couldn't be killed. And that's when everything fell apart, you were turned into an original vampire, unable to be killed in the traditional way. All of this was when the first vampires in history were created. Your family of overly overprotective, murderous vampires.
Mikael and Esther were the most dangerous and murderous about you. The family patriarchs are protective and demanding. Mikael is calculating and strict, but is shown to be caring and kind to you even after the transformation. There is no doubt who his favorite child is. Although he is proud, Mikael is devoted to you and is quite close, even if he can act aloof and mean. Esther is very loving to you and has come to adore you like her child, although she is a bad woman at times and a powerful witch, Esther used to be a present mother to you.
Niklaus is considered the worst of the sibilings, although there is some doubt about this. He is cruel, insensitive to the pain of others and considered a sociopath. And maybe all of that is true, but you never knew him that way. You've always known Klaus as a protective and caring brother, and even after Henrik's death, his discovery of being a hybrid, and everything that followed for centuries, he remained the same for you. Others saw the change in him and how possessive he became about you, but it didn't matter to you. He is cruel to everyone else but you. You are the only one besides him who has never had a dagger stuck in your chest and confined in a coffin for decades. Klaus enjoys your company immensely and is the most possessive of them all.
Elijah is the quietest of his siblings in his obsession with you, usually being portrayed as calm and methodical. He is very polite and formal and he usually expects the same from his family. Elijah is very soft for you and a true gentleman, he has made a promise to himself to care for and protect you since he met you and he does his best to honor that promise after centuries of existence. Being very overprotective, Elijah is almost always seen in your company accompanying you somewhere and throwing distinct looks at anyone who approaches you more than they should. Although he is very calm, Elijah is dangerous to anyone who threatens his family and ripping out hearts will be an act of mercy.
Kol is the most spoiled of the family and the most troubled of all. He likes to drag you into his messes and carnage, even if you don't like it, he'll make sure you learn to like it. Kol is unpredictable and a bombshell, ready to unleash his murderous fury on anyone who crosses him, who crosses you. He loves to spoil you and take you with him, if he can and has the chance, he will convince you to run away with him.
Rebekah is your best friend, your favorite sister, well, that's her delusion and what she likes to believe. Rebekah is problematic but not as much as her brother, she is romantic and is always by your side at parties or family gatherings. She loves to take you shopping with her and take you out for drinks. Rebekah is very needy for your attention, for your love, and will sulk if you don't give what she wants from you. She is kind and loving, always looking out for you and doing her best to please you, but she has an unbridled rage and jealousy inside her that will become easily visible if you don't spend time with her.
Freya is the most reliable of the entire family and the most selfless of all. She always puts you above all her petty and selfish desires, genuinely caring and loving you as she feels she should. She is very responsible and a great listener, and has a habit of scolding her siblings when they get too annoying. Her obsession is strong but controlled and Freya never shows her possessiveness, usually she handles these kind of feelings as calmly as possible. She doesn't want to scare you and secretly wants to be her favorite.
Finn is the least close to you, though not by choice. He's never had much of a chance to stay by his side, not with the other brothers doing their best to get him as far away from you as possible. Finn is subtle in his obsession and prefers to watch from afar and protect you like that, but given the chance, he will physically approach you.
The Mikaelson family has its many problems and divisions, which have only been made worse after meeting you, but one thing they all agree on is that you are their top priority and that you must be protected at all costs. Any love interests will be quickly and effectively killed, and friends who are not approved by them will be far from your life. You don't need anyone but your loving family, don't you agree?
They would hate to put you to sleep for a while, but they will if they feel it necessary. They all can disagree and fight, especially Klaus and Kol, but once you enter the story is when they unite and will do their best to keep you just theirs. You took a vow, remember? Always and forever. And they will make sure you fulfill the vow you made.
#yandere the originals#yandere to#the originals#to#yandere mikaelson family#yandere mikaelson family x reader#yandere klaus mikaelson#yandere elijah mikaelson#yandere rebekah mikaelson#yandere kol mikaelson#yandere finn mikaelson#yandere mikael mikaelson#yandere esther mikaelson#yandere freya mikaelson#yandere headcanons#yandere platonic#mikaelson family#Mikaelson family x reader
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Hopelessly Devoted
Chapter 1
-About 5k of worldbuilding and angst
There’s an angel in Heaven few know of. Some wonder if she purposely let herself be forgotten, and others know that her isolation isn’t entirely her own fault.
Heaven’s structure wasn’t as simple as Hell’s mainly due to the fact that there were so many roles to play. Not every Archangel and or Virtue was a Seraphim. Seraphim has always been the highest rank, but even amongst themselves there was another ranking system not many knew of, and even they had other angels that outranked them due solely to the Divine’s words. Everyone had their own task, some, the Archangels, were given their tasks directly from the Divine.
The Seven, as they were called, were the Capital Virtues, angels with the rank of Archangel, dedicated undoubtedly to the Divine’s will. As extensions of the Divine, they were rarely seen within any city of Heaven besides possibly the Primum Mobile, where the Divine resided. Few winners were allowed there because only Virtuous Souls could enter those gates. While there were many virtues, the Seven were the ones to look towards to enforce the Divine’s will both in Heaven, and on Earth.
And within that Primum Mobile, the Heaven of the Angels, resides a Seraphim with the rank of Archangel, not a virtue but an angel nearly as old. She’s been around since before the Earth’s creation, long before the Garden of Eden.
She remained there in the Primum Mobile, kept within the walls of the palace, free to leave but knowing it was best to stay. Michael looked upon her, saddened by her melancholy that has not left her for thousands of years. She sat within the library, her black hair falling down her back in gentle waves as wisps of hair fell towards her midnight blue eyes. The two streaks of white weaves through her hair on either side of her. Her lips were set in a straight line, the blue circular marks on the corner of her mouth a stark contrast to the gray of her skin. She flipped the page of her book as he approached, and when she sensed him, she looked up to him with a soft smile on her face.
“Michael, always a pleasure,” she says, and though her tone is welcoming, Michael can still see the pain within her eyes when she looks at him. It breaks his heart knowing exactly why it’s there, but he feels no regret for following the task that the Divine gave him. He knows she understands this, but he also knows that it does nothing to ease her suffering, and nothing has for eons.
“Esther, my dear, when was the last time you left these walls?”
She looks away from him and back to her book, her fingers absently toying with the pages. “I sat in the Garden with Ramiel a few days ago.”
He sighs, knowing that it likely took weeks just to get her to do that much.
“You aren’t confined here, not anymore, and you know that. I know we… I made the mistake of keeping you here long ago as a precaution but that was centuries ago now. You are free to roam the cities as you once did, to roam Earth should you choose to! It pains us to see you like this,” he says, reaching forward to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. His hand slides down her cheek towards her chin to lift her face and see her eyes. “We miss our Eveningstar.”
“I am the Seraph and Archangel of balance, and yet I feel none,” she whispers to him, and his heart breaks for her. “I understand why I was kept here, you know I’ve never questioned the Divine’s words, but it does nothing to fill the emptiness I feel. A half of me is gone, Michael, and I’ll never get him back. Your Eveningstar is here, but my Morningstar is forever out of reach.”
His hand moves back to her cheek, and her eyes flutter closed and she leans into his touch.
“If I gave you a task, one that forced you out of these walls, would you follow it?” He asks her gently.
“A task from you means a task sent from the Divine. Of course I will follow it,” she replies, her voice a bit louder now, with a hint of playfulness. He knows she isn’t happy about it, but as she said, she will follow if that is what the Divine asks of her.
“Gabriel gave me the message, as he thought it was best that I give it to you. There is apparently a meeting today for the Head Council of the first Sphere, one that Sera seemed to not notify us of. The Divine knows, of course, but wouldn’t speak more of it. All Gabriel said was that you were to go to this meeting, assess what Sera is keeping from us, and report back.”
Michael didn’t care much for Sera. She was nice enough, and her devotion was clear, but there was something about her that reminded him a bit of his brother. She wasn’t a dreamer, and she knew when to keep her head down and voice quiet, but she also looked too calculating and too ambitious.
“It sounds like you are keeping something from me as well,” Esther replies, looking at him through narrowed eyes.
He was keeping something from her. He knows it’s best to tell her now instead of letting her be surprised later, but there’s no easy way to say it. “Gabriel has reason to believe that the request for the meeting came from Hell.”
He watches her eyes widen a bit, her jaw falling just slightly as she leans away from his hand. He tries to follow, to keep her grounded, but she leans closer to him now. “If the meeting came from Hell, that can only mean that he requested it.”
“Yes.”
Her breath stutters, and he can see her visibly shaken. “Thousands of years kept here to ensure I don’t see him and all of a sudden, I’m asked to go see him? Michael, what is going on?”
“I don’t know,” he responds, truthful in his answers. He won’t lie to her, he can’t, but he wishes that he could. “If it was up to me, I’d go myself, but Gabriel said that the task was given only to you. I don’t know if it will be him, or Lilith, or… or their daughter. All Gabriel was able to say was that it has something to do with Hell.”
He hates having to be the one to remind her that the Morningstar moved on and had a child. He remembers the day that Gabriel delivered the news. He’d watched as she’d stretched her wings before curling the highest pair over her eyes as she turned and walked away from them, hiding herself deeper into the palace. They hadn’t seen a single tear fall, but Michael still recalls the small broken sound she’d made before hiding away from the rest of them.
He watches again now as her wings settle behind her with a flurry of silver dust, and she stands from her seat. The wings closest to her head, just as before, curl around her, concealing her face from view once more. Her lowest pair curls around her legs, still giving her room to walk but still wrapped like a comforting embrace. The middle pair don’t wrap around her, but they remain limp behind her as if there wasn’t a single bone in them.
“When is the meeting?” She asks him quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. He wants to reach out and comfort her, but she’s already moving towards the door.
“Tomorrow,” he replies. He watches her pause at the doorway for a moment before she turns slightly towards him. Her face is still hidden from him but she gives him a small bow of her head in acknowledgment before walking away.
He has a terrible feeling about this, but he can’t do anything about it. All he can do is trust the Divine as he too leaves the library, letting his own pair of wings come out as he flies back to where he’d last seen Gabriel.
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Charlie recalls being in Heaven and seeing an angel with dark hair and midnight blue eyes. Her skin was gray, just slightly darker than Vaggie’s, and her cheeks had blue circles on them, much like her own and her father’s red cheek marks. She could tell the woman was a high ranking angel, based on the six wigs like her father’s though hers were blue on the inside where he father’s were a deep red. She was beautiful, just as all the other angels there, but there was something about her that felt familiar.
What really got Charlie had been the angel’s eyes. She smiled at those who greeted her, keeping her expression kind and welcoming, but her smile never reached her eyes. It almost looked like she wasn’t truly seeing the people she was speaking to, a far away look in her eyes. She kept her interactions to a minimum.
When Charlie had asked Emily about her, she watched the Seraphim of Joy’s eyes widen happily before abruptly tensing and looking nervous. She looked between Charlie and the other angel with fidgeting hands and cleared her throat.
“That’s Esther…. She’s the Eveningstar,” Emily had said.
Charlie remembers tensing as well, looking back to where she was walking in a new direction. She’s wanted to approach Esther, to say something, but she kept herself rooted in her spot. What could she even say? Hi, I’m Charlie Morningstar, you know the daughter your other half had with someone else!
And how stupid would that sound? Did Esther even know of Charlie’s existence? Did she know that Charlie was even there?
And then she saw her in the meeting. Even Sera had seemed surprised to see her, but Esther kept her gaze on Charlie the whole time. Charlie’s heart nearly broke seeing that far away look in your eyes clear for a moment, likely seeing her resemblance to her father. Esther’s smile never faltered, but there was definitely a sadder quality to it.
Sera seemed to want to continue speaking to her, but she’d excused herself and flew to a higher viewing point beside Emily. Sera looked frustrated, but hadn’t said more, just flew to join them on the podium.
And then that disastrous meeting had happened. Esther had seemed as receptive as Emily, until the moment Adam slipped and mentioned the exterminations. Esther’s eyes had widened, she hadn’t said much, but Charlie could see the glow around her increasing in size and the anger in her expression.
She’d been flung back to hell before she could hear how that ended.
And now, just days since her hotel was rebuilt after the destruction Adam caused, she hadn’t expected to see a portal open in the sky just outside her hotel and Esther come flying down.
The portal had alerted all of them. They rushed to get weapons ready, her dad already had his wings out and ready until they saw who it was. The others kept their weapons up, but Charlie dropped her weapon in surprise and watched as her dad’s wings drooped and his eyes widened in shock.
Esther looked as beautiful as she did the last time Charlie saw her. Her black hair fell around her face and down just past her shoulders in waves. She still had that same sad, soft smile on her face, though her eyes looked more present. Her wings, just as large and radiant as her father’s, fluttered gently around her to keep her afloat.
Charlie watches as Esther looks to her dad briefly before focusing her attention back to herself. She could feel her dad’s confused gaze as Esther approached her, her smile dropping to a frown as she spoke.
“I apologize that I couldn’t be here soon and stop them. Things in Heaven have been… hectic, to say the least. But I wanted to let you know in person that I’ve been doing everything I can to make sure these exterminations never happen again,” Esther said. Her voice is melodic, but soft and almost airy. It felt so different from her father’s richer tone of voice. She sounded and looked so apologetic as she spoke, and based on her reaction back in the meeting, Charlie didn’t doubt that she truly was. “Sera did a great job of keeping her secrets, but the other Seraphim have been made aware, including the Seven, have been made aware now, and they won’t allow for further oversight.”
Charlie cheers with her friends, all excited about the news that there would be no further exterminations, but she could see her dad’s uncertain expression.
“You expect me to believe that the others, that Michael, are just going to leave us alone?” Lucifer asks, his tone doubtful.
Charlie watches as Esther’s wings rattle, the feathers ruffling just slightly, and her eyes close. She takes a deep breath before she turns to Lucifer with a sad expression, her frown deepening. “We haven’t seen each other in eons, and that is the first thing you say to me, Morningstar?”
Lucifer tenses further, pulled tight like a band ready to snap. He looks properly scolded in a way Charlie hasn’t seen anyone besides herself or her mother be capable of.
“It’s uh…it’s been a while? How’ve you been, Eveningstar? You don’t look like you’ve aged a day past a thousand!”
Oh, he’s nervous. Her dad only rambled like that when he was nervous. It’d be a bit funny, if it wasn’t so awkward and a little sad to see him so anxious when confronted by the person who might as well be his soulmate. He was trying to look anywhere but at her, his hands moving sporadically as he fixed his collar, patted down his sleeves, or adjusted his hat.
Her wings curl around her, the top most moving to shield her face, but she doesn’t completely hide it from view. Her dad doesn’t see her expression, still caught up in trying to force his attention anywhere else, but he sees her wings shift, and by the time he looks back, Esther has focused back on Charlie.
“Azrael may come down, as the angel of death, he’s the most upset by this, but Michael is more upset by Sera’s lies than anything else. Unless it is something that directly affects the Divine and Heaven’s safety, he’ll stay in his place. As of now, your actions are seen as a necessary sign of self defense, and that is something even Michael can acknowledge. Unless you plan to directly attack Heaven, Michael has no need to act.”
It’s a relief, and it’s clear on her face because Esther’s smile grows a bit more warm, and a bit more genuine. And just as quickly as it was there, her smile fell again when her dad mumbled “He sure didn’t hesitate to act when I gave Eve the apple.”
“Well luckily self-defense and allowing evil into the world seem to be offenses on opposite sides of the spectrum,” Esther replied, glaring down at him. She wasn’t as tall as Charlie, but she was taller than Vaggie and her dad. Her dad grumbles a bit but doesn’t say anything else, thankfully.
Esther quickly looks to Charlie once more, her smile now a bit sharper due to her annoyance with Lucifer, but kind all the same.
“Wait a sec,” Angel Dust interrupts, stepping forward. “What the actual fuck is going on? We’re just going to ignore the fact that these two know each other?” he asks, pointing between Lucifer and Esther. “And Eveningstar? Morningstar? Hello?!”
“Angel, for once, consider shutting the fuck up,” Vaggie says, groaning as she looks over at the taller sinner.
“What?” Angel whines back. “You can’t expect me to not be surprised when meeting an angel older than Earth who isn’t trying to kill me!””
“I suppose I should introduce myself. I apologize for not doing so earlier,” Esther said, turning to the larger group. “My name is Esther Eveningstar, the Archangel of balance. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”
“So are you two related or some shit?” Husk asks, just as confused as the rest. Lucifer looks disgusted at the thought, and Esther looks horrified.
“Oh Heavens, no!” Her wings fluttered a bit, and Charlie couldn’t help but be impressed how expressive she was with her wings. “We were um… well…”
“We are a pair,” Lucifer interrupts, looking distraught and completely hurt by her struggle to put their relationship into words. “We’re the original pair.”
Esther looks sad, eyes downcast and her hands fidgeting with the skirt of her dress. “Yes, a pair. We were named the sphere we were created for, Venus, the Morning and Evening Star, the closest to Earth, the first and last seen as the Sun rises and falls. I was created after Lucifer, as a companion… a pair. An even balance.”
“And yet, you spent more time apart than together! How interesting,” Alastor adds. Esther visibly deflates at this, and Lucifer’s teeth grit as his sclera briefly shifts to red.
“Yes, well, things happen, of course! I mean, given the universe's track record I think it’s fair to say that forcing a pair is never for the best. I mean, when has it ever worked, right?” she replies, an awkward chuckle as she continues to stretch the fabric of her dress.
“Hold on now,” Lucifer says, taking a step towards her. She seems to lean towards him, giving herself just that one moment, before she flinches and takes a step back. Lucifer pauses too, unsure of what to do. His voice grows softer, much more gentle now than the awkward banter of earlier. “We worked. We work! We definitely work. I mean, they were based on us!”
“And they separated rather quickly, didn’t they?” Esther asked back, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “Then the next wanted more, and you wanted someone else. How many pairs were made after that?”
The Story of Hell, Charlie realizes quickly. They’re talking about Adam and Lilith being a failed pair, followed by Eve’s temptation for more knowledge despite being created specifically for Adam from a piece of Adam’s own body. And the fall, wanting someone else; Esther didn’t have the book. She didn’t know Lucifer’s and Lilith’s side. To her, Lucifer had abandoned her for someone else, for Lilith.
“No, Esther, no, please, you can’t honestly tell me that you believe that. You know I didn’t leave you for someone else. You know, I never meant to let evil in, or to fall, or- or any of it! Please, Es, you have to know that,” Lucifer pleads with her.
And Charlie sees the exact moment, when her dad reaches out to touch her, that Esther sees her dad’s hand, shifts her eyes to look directly at Charlie, and looks back at Lucifer with a look that looks so much like defeat and acceptance that it nearly makes Charlie feel sick.
Vaggie’s hand squeezes her own, and Charlie knows she saw it too. The worst part is, she knows Esther isn’t blaming her, isn’t putting any fault on her, but part of her feels like she is the problem here. If she hadn’t been born, would this whole situation have been different? Would their reunion have been more pleasant, or heartfelt?
“I know you didn’t mean for evil to find its way to Earth, or for Hell’s creation,” Esther says back, just as gentle as Lucifer’s when he spoke, and just as broken. It doesn’t escape any of them that she said nothing about being left for someone else, because at the end of the day, Lucifer may not have fallen in love with anyone else, but that didn’t mean he remained entirely faithful either. And while it seemed that he had moved on, likely the way so many in Heaven believed, she had not. And Charlie couldn’t blame her. The majority of Hell’s residents, he’ll born and sinner alike, didn’t even know her part in the story. Most books erased her part entirely and made her parent’s story one of love. Her parent’s never even married.
Esther takes a step away from them, away from Lucifer, and she pretends she doesn’t see his heart break as he looks at her with eyes overflowing with pain.
Instead, Charlie watches as Esther’s attention is focused back on her once more. “Gabriel also wanted me to mention that your hotel works, and the Divine would be pleased to see you continue with this plan of yours. Sinner has arrived at the first Sphere, a being by the name of Sir Pentious, I believe Emily said.”
“What?” Charlie gasps, shock taking over. Beside her, Vaggie has let go of her hand to grab her shoulders, shaking her a bit. “It- It worked?! Sir Pentious is alive?!”
Esther smiles at her and takes her hands, bringing them together. “He is doing well, as far as the reports say. Emily has tasked herself with taking care of him.”
It doesn’t take long for Charlie to start sobbing. Esther looks flustered, unsure of what to do, but Vaggie brings her closer into a hug and Esther’s hands drop from hers.
“You hear that, Vaggie? We did it! Sir Pentious is in Heaven now,” she says between sobs, grabbing at the back of Vaggie’s shirt. She feels Vaggie patting her hair, shushing her a bit to try and calm her.
”Holy shit, it actually works! Well damn, guess it’s time to get serious, huh?” Angel remarks from the side. Vaggie gives him a glare, likely at the implication that he hadn’t been taking them seriously before, and his second set of arms raise in defense.
“So the big fella upstairs isn’t about to smite us or something?” Husk asks, pushing Angel out of the way.
”Of course not! The Divine is always just in punishment and forgiveness. Human souls are the Divine’s children just as the angels. All are worthy of forgiveness should they seek it and work virtuously towards it. Forgiveness is not easy to obtain, but it is worth the effort,” Esther explains to them.
“But, why now? Why didn’t any of this come up before the Exterminations were started?” Vaggie asks.
Esther shakes her head. “It is not my place to question the Divine. Rarely are we given clear answers, usually just a push in the direction that leads us where we need to go. I must keep my belief that everything happens for a reason the Divine chooses. Every task we are given is from the Divine, and we follow it without question.”
”So he probably knew of the extermination and knew that Sera chick was keeping secrets this whole time, and just let it happen?” Angel adds. Esther visibly winces.
”It sounds terrible, I know. None of us are happy about it. But again, we have to trust there is a reason for all of this. There is a reason that now is the time to put an end to it. I believe it’s because of you, Charlie,” she says, smiling towards her.
”Me?”
Esther chuckles at her incredulous reply. “You may be hellborn but… you are the daughter of an angel. You’re a demon, yes, but you’re also technically a Nephilim.”
”What’s a Nephilim?” Nifty asks, having climbed up onto Alastor’s shoulders. Esther smiles up at her.
“A Nephilim is a child born of an angel and a human.” She looks back at Charlie now. “You’ve certainly got an interesting mix in you; a Seraphim, a Human, and a Demon all combined. Not only that, but the first of each kind! I believe if anyone would be capable of bringing upon redemption for the souls of sinners, it would be someone capable of understanding both sides.”
She laughs a bit at the awestruck looks they are shifting between her and Charlie. She didn’t think it would be that surprising, considering it’s no secret that Lucifer was not only a Seraphim, but a Archangel and Virtue himself, but it seems Lucifer didn’t mention much about Heaven to her.
“I will be returning every so often, to check on your progress as well as keep you up to date on the status of Heaven. As I mentioned before, Sera will be punished for her actions. How the Divine chooses to do so has yet to be seen, but Gabriel and Michael will likely be the ones to deal with that. Now,” she says, her tone lowering slightly as she turns back to Lucifer, expression once again tense. “Samael, a word in private, please?”
She bows slightly to the group before turning and walking away. Charlie looks around in confusion as to who Samael was, if another angel had been with her, when see’s her dad’s shoulders raise and back straighten. He shifts slightly on his feet before trudging behind her, dragging his feet the whole time.
”Am I missing something else? Who the fuck is Samael?” Angel asks.
”It’s Lucifer,” Vaggie replies. Even Charlie looks at her, confused. “I thought you guys knew this? You know how before you got to hell, you thought Lucifer and Satan were the same person? It’s kinda like that. His name is Lucifer, always has been, but every Archangel, every Virtue, has a name in reference to God. His name was Samael. And like most of the high ranking angels, he had a lot of roles.”
”How do you know all this?” Charlie asks. “And what were his roles? The Story of Hell doesn’t mention any of that.”
Vaggie shrugs. “Heaven’s got a lot of books, and I had a lot of time. Plus, your dad doesn’t like to talk about Heaven, so I’m not surprised he made sure it wasn’t in the book. He was known as a lot of things; an angel of music who led the choirs in God’s name, the Virtue of Humility, and an angel of death, created to destroy sin.”
”You expect me to believe the first sin, the sin of Pride, the one that created this damned place, was a Virtue?” Husk asks. He looks irritated, and Vaggie’s expression matches his.
”He was one of the original Capital Virtues, one of the Seven. But every Virtue has a Vice and Lucifer fell to his. He hated sin, but he also wasn’t against it. It’s why he was called a dreamer. He wanted people to have free will, because he wanted people to be able to choose between right and wrong, and hoped that if humans were created to be as good as God said, they wouldn’t choose wrong.”
”But they did,” Charlie replies, voice just above a whisper. Vaggie nods at her interruption.
“I think it’s why he allowed the exterminations in the first place. He allowed for free will, allowed the possibility of sin, but he never meant for evil to come with it, or hell to be created. So he allowed sinners to be killed, because that was one of his tasks as an angel of death, to destroy sin.”
”But he’s now the Sin of Pride, he may hate it, but he’ll never say that he was wrong. And he wasn’t! People should have the chance to choose for themselves! He should take pride in that,” Charlie says, wanting to defend her dad. From who, she isn’t sure, maybe the universe at this point. None of this felt fair. It felt like he was doomed from the start.
”I know, sweetheart. I’m just saying, there’s a lot more to the story than just Hell’s side of things,” Vaggie replies, patting her arm. “So yeah, Lucifer is the name he was given as a Seraphim based on his Sphere, but Samael is the name he was given based on his role as an Archangel and Virtue.”
”Why does this sound like it’s gonna turn into a whole lesson. I thought I had enough school time when I was alive, don’t tell me I gotta deal with this shit in death too. And you angels keep talkin’ about Spheres! The fuck is that supposed to be?” Angel whines. Husk elbows him in the hip and he whines more, swatting at his arm.
”The same way Hell has it’s seven rings, Heaven has it’s seven spheres. It’s… a lot, honestly, and I think we can save the Heaven History lessons for another day, because there’s a lot to get into and I think we’ve all had enough for the day.”
”Quite so,” Alastor says. “How about we all head back into the hotel and let our King handle the rest. I’m sure he’ll tell us if there’s anything else of importance we need to know.”
Nifty hops off of him and starts walking back to the hotel without question, giggling to herself about all the bugs she’s sure to catch now that she’s given them a chance to roam. Husk and Angel shrug and follow, most likely already planning to sit at the bar and drink themselves under the table after all the revelations they’ve had today.
Charlie looks to where her dad and Esther are still talking, neither of them really looking at the other, but both still somehow almost leaning towards each other.
”They’ll be okay, Charlie,” Vaggie says, taking her hand once more. “Unconditional, remember?”
”Yeah,” Charlie replies, looking down at her girlfriend with a small smile. “I just hope that’s enough for them.”
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Oh boy this took me a while to figure out how to write.
To make it clear, Esther and Lucifer were never married, but they were in a romantic relationship, which is why Esther believes Lucifer did cheat on her and believes part of the reason he and Lilith did what they did and fell is because of that.
The worldbuilding is mostly about Heaven. Since we don’t see much of it in the show, there’s a lot to speculate on. The same way the show sort of reference’s Dante’s rings of hell, I’m also going to base Heaven loosely on Dante’s spheres of paradise.
Also! I drew a picture of how I see Esther in my style, as well as a little doodle of how I’d draw Lucifer in my own style (yes, I gave him a little nose). The same way Lucifer has a lighter streak in his hair, I wanted Esther to have something similar, but ended up with just two streaks of white on both sides of her hair. I tried a couple different hairstyles and outfits on her before I settled on this one (though part of me is debating if I want her to eventually cut her hair. I haven’t decided yet).
#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel Lucifer x reader#Hazbin hotel Lucifer x OC#lucifer x oc#lucifer x reader#lucifer magne#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel x oc#lucifer Morningstar x oc#lucifer Morningstar x reader#lucifer Magne x oc#lucifer magne x reader
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Hunted
Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
Summary: Elijah has been hypnotised into hunting you. How can a human escape an original?
Word Count: 1.1k
Moonlight crept in through the trees, providing the faintest light for you to navigate. Your heart was pounding in your chest, feeling as though it was going to break out.
It wasn’t him. Not really. But right now it didn’t matter, he was coming after you and there was nothing you could do. Being a human had never made you feel more weak than right now in this moment.
You were forcing your lungs to take in air slowly, quietly. You held a sharp stick close to your body, prepared to use it at any moment.
Leaves crinkled beneath your feet as you walked, causing you to wince form the sound.
Your eyes darted around the trees, fearing every shadow was Elijah.
Not the Elijah you loved. The Elijah hypnotised by Esther. The Elijah out for your blood.
Your own pulse pounded against your ear drums, causing panic to rise into your chest. If you chest constricted anymore than it already had, you thought you may pass out.
You kept walking quietly, hoping Klaus was on his way to stop his brother.
Before another thought could enter your mind, you were thrown forward; slamming into the tree in front of you.
Your hands scraped against the bark, ripping into your skin as you held yourself up.
Your breath quickened as you turned around, facing the empty forest. You knew it was him. He was taunting you. This version of him enjoyed the hunt, revelling in your fear.
Your knuckles whitened as your hands gripped the branch. You knew you’d never be fast enough to use it, yet here you were, trying to stop the man you loved.
You paused for a moment before deciding you needed to run. You fell into a sprint, jumping over logs on the ground and not turning back.
Your breath was loud and you cursed yourself for it, knowing he could hear exactly where you were. Your vision was blurry as you ran, tears forming in your eyes.
Elijah stood tall in front of you, causing you to holt to a stop. You slipped back and fell to the ground, staring up at him.
“Elijah… please” you begged, hoping he was in there somewhere. “This isn’t you”
His eyes felt empty, as though you were nothing to him. Just another kill.
All you could do was wait as he walked towards you.
He reached down, towering over you and grabbed you by the collar of your shirt. He pulled you from the ground and flared in fangs at you. His eyes were red and veiny as he prepared to sink his teeth into you.
Your hand pushed out without you thinking as you slammed the branch into his chest, piercing his heart.
He groaned before his hands let go of you, dropping you to the ground. You broke off into another sprint, adamant not to look back.
Elijah pulled the branch from his chest and snarled before looking over his shoulder, seeing you run from him in fear.
You were no match for his speed. No one was.
When he caught you again, he decided to act quickly; sinking his teeth into your neck as he grabbed you from behind. You let out a scream as you reached your hands around, smacking your fists into his head.
Your efforts were wasted as he drank from you, savouring the taste of your blood. His grip on you was tight, making sure there was no chance of escape.
Your skin grew pale as the blood was drained from your body. Your vision darkened as you stared up into the moonlit sky.
“…Elijah..” you whispered softly.
His ears perked up at your voice, recognising the tone in which you spoke.
You barely felt his hands loosen before his fangs retracted.
He lowered you to the ground, his eyes scanning rapidly over your face as he began to realise what he was doing.
“…no… no no no” he whispered urgently before reaching up to his reach, biting into his skin to draw blood.
He pressed his wrist against your mouth, preying you would wake up.
“Please… Y/N… I’m so sorry… Please, wake up!” He begged, feeling the panic rise into his chest.
Your vision faded into black, barely hearing his pleading before you blacked out completely.
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Sunlight creeped into through the curtains, causing you to squint as your eyes slowly opened.
Your hand flew to your neck and your breath quickened, remembering Elijah and what he did.
You sighed as you felt your skin, noticing the smooth surface; making it clear you had been healed.
You threw the sheets off you as you stood up from the bed, realising how tired your body felt. You must have been blacked out for a while.
A knock on the door caught your attention as you snapped around, locking eyes with Elijah as he stood in the doorway.
He held his hands together in front of his body as he looked over at you; his face showing his immense regret.
“Y/N… I’m…” he began to say softly.
“Don’t.” You said quickly, stopping him. “It wasn’t your fault” you finished before looking down at the floor, still feeling anxious around him.
He took a few steps towards you, carefully approaching. “I know, but I am still sorry” he said, his eyes welling up slightly. “I never wished to cause you harm”.
You looked back up at him, feeling your chest tighten as he spoke.
You stepped towards him, closing the gap between the two of you. Looking into his eyes now, you knew it was him. You knew he would never hurt you.
His eyes drifted away from you as he felt immense shame washing over him.
You brought your hands up to his cheeks, moving his head slightly. “I know..” you said softly before leaning up and pressing your lips against his.
You felt his hesitation, as though he were afraid he may hurt you again. Your lips were soft and gentle against him, causing him to let his guard down and return your kiss.
He was gentle with you, his hands grazing your back as he held you.
You pulled away slowly, gazing up into his eyes and smiling softly.
“I love you..” he said softly, his voice cracking slightly as he spoke.
Your smile grew wider, “I love you” you replied before leaning in again.
This time you pressed yourself against him, feeling a sense of urgency as you kiss him.
His arms wrapped around you, tighter than before. He vowed to himself to never cause any harm to you again, and to protect you at any cost.. even from himself if need be.
#elijah mikaelson#elijah mikealson imagine#Elijah mikaelson x reader#Elijah mikaelson fic#the originals#the originals imagine#the originals x reader#Elijah mikaelson fanfic
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Fun fact this is possibly the first ever you will see Fallen Muriel in a fanfic because I am one to overachieve and like my angst too much
Rating: Mature
Warnings for Seahorse Dad Crowley
2 chapters so far
Words so far: 5603
Summary: When one Aziraphale and Crowley went their separate ways neither of them knew 3 months before they had already spent a single night together. Neither of course remembered, with the Alcohol in their corporal forms speaking for their actions
Just like said unknown miracle from above could be attributed to the emotional outburst and kiss that had occurred that very day, but neither knew,
At least not yet anyways.
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#good omens#good omens season 2#post season 2#good omens aziraphale#good omens crowley#good omens gabriel#good omens beelzebub#ineffable bureaucracy#ineffable husbands child#good omens aziracrow#Aziracrow Child#fankid#Esther Crowley-Fell#ineffable lackeys#good omens muriel#eric the disposable demon
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DBD as Iconic Vines
Jenny: Hey, I'm a lesbian
Edwin: I thought you were American
Charles: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does
Crystal in Port Townsend: crying I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets
Esther: I said whoever threw that paper, your mom's a hoe!
Music: Bring the Beat In!
Niko: Anything for you, Beyonce!
Niko, looking at Edwin and Charles: And they were roommates
Crystal: My god they were roommates
Charles, high on protective rage and anxiety: DON'T FUCK WITH ME! I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE!
Crystal, to Charles frequently: What the fuck Richard?
Everyone watching Edwin and Charles: Two bros, chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart cuz they're not gay!
Charles: Back at it again at Krispy Kreme knocks sign down
Patrons, wondering why the fuck the sign randomly fell: 0-0
Edwin: So I am confusion, why is this one Kansas, but this one is not Arkansas. AMERICA EXPLAIN!!! EXPLAIN, WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT 'ARKASAW'
Esther: Two shots of vodka empties entire bottle
Niko, sadly: I don't even know which way the Quiznos is
Edwin + Charles classmates: Oh hi, thanks for checking in, I'm still a piece of garbage
Edwin: That is NOT correct, because according to the encyclopedia of unintelligible language
Night Nurse: I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me
Edwin: Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book
Charles to Edwin: I love you bitch, I ain't never gonna stop loving you bitchhhh
#dead boy detectives#incorrect quotes#edwin payne#charles rowland#crystal palace#niko sasaki#jenny green#esther finch#night nurse#this is so dumb
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A little angst-fic preview, because I have never written Niko before, but oh my, I kind of never want to do anything else again.
Charles cannot remember how they get back to the butcher shop, but they do, because Charles ends up sitting on Niko’s bed, while she rummages through her night stand.
He isn’t certain what she is looking for, but she finds it with a little ah!, and returns to the bed with a box in her hand. It’s metal, dented and scratched in a way that shows it has been loved; she opens it and there are dozens of colourful band-aids inside, waiting to patch someone up again.
“Now, I don’t know Edwin”, she says in a strange cadence, like she is trying to figure out what to say while speaking. ”But if you love him so much, then I don’t think he would like you to be hurt. And since he isn’t here to make it better, I will try.”
The words make Charles’ eyes sting with tears once more, because Niko is right, Edwin wouldn’t want him to hurt; because she is right, Edwin isn’t here.
“Ghosts don’t-”, he starts, because if he doesn’t talk, he’ll start crying again, “Our wounds heal differently. Those band-aids won’t make them heal any faster.”
Niko stills for a moment, then takes one of his hands in hers, which is scratched from Esther’s cane. The wounds won’t last more than a day, Charles knows it, but Niko still touches his hand with so much care, as if she thinks she could hurt him.
“My dad used to put band-aids on my knees when I fell from my bike”, she tells him as if it’s an answer to a question Charles hasn’t asked; maybe it is. “And he always said that even if that wouldn’t make the scrapes heal faster, it would make them heal better.”
And Niko looks up at him, her fingers cradling his hand like she thinks he can still feel it.
“Do you want a pink or a green one?”
“Pink”, Charles says, and doesn’t bother to blink the tears away this time.
#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#dbd#payneland#charles rowland#niko sasaki#the context is that charles has just tried to fistfight esther because she wouldn't tell him where edwin was#(and this time he almost won through the power of desperation and gay love)
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