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Vinylatte Good Omens Fic Masterlist
the maggie/nina tag on ao3 post season 2 has been almost impossible to navigate if you’re trying to find actual fics of them. so i decided that i would compile all of them i could find and put them here in one place for anyone who’s been looking.
**denotes fics where they’re more of a background pairing, but still prevalent
Pre-Season Fics
Shrinking Violet by deathbymistletoe
Really cute one shot written and published after the early screening of the first two episodes. Explores Maggie’s feelings for Nina but is canon divergent after 2x02
divine intervention by literary_lesbian
In which Nina thinks her intentions are pretty clear, but Maggie needs a bit more reassurance.
all this (and heaven, too) by literary_lesbian
5 times Nina & Maggie assume Aziraphale & Crowley are together + the 1 time they actually are.
Collections/Series
Atlas (then suddenly, I saw you) by Andnever_ever_eatpears
A collection of fics set throughout Maggie & Nina’s relationship. Currently at 8 works but the author says there’s 11 planned so definitely keep an eye on this one!
When I’m Ready I Hope She’ll Be There by gutsandglitter (@applebottomclaudiajeans)
A collection of fics that take us through Maggie & Nina’s relationship as it develops. Currently at 4 works and they’re some of the sweetest most well written stories you’ll ever read.
One Shots
The times, they are a-changing by WrittenMemxries
4 times Nina enters Maggie’s shop + 1 time she enters her house
i’m begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my (wo)man by Lavenderknives (@lavenderknivess)
Maggie is closing up the record store, but Nina has something she wants to say.
lost in your current like a priceless kombucha by Lavenderknives (@lavenderknivess)
Short crack-ish fic where Maggie makes her own kombucha and brings some to Nina.
my, my, how can i resist you by Lavenderknives (@lavenderknivess)
Maggie and Nina have a silly little movie night because they deserve it!
and she aches (just like a woman) by literary_lesbian
A year after The Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association meeting, Nina comes to terms with what she really wants.
and yet it moves by literary_lesbian**
Aziraphale knows he should leave Earth behind entirely, if he means to take his role in reforming Heaven seriously. But when Maggie calls out to him, he can’t help but listen in. He never was very good at following the rules, even his own.
a new light by literary_lesbian
Nina has always hated the holiday season and the decorations her fellow Shopkeepers on Whickber Street enjoy utilizing to the extreme, year after year after… Until Maggie comes along and sheds some light on a few things.
terms of endearment by literary_lesbian**
In which Crowley learns something new about humanity, and he and Aziraphale finally come to terms with their feelings.
hymns for a broken heart by andiwriteordie
Five records Maggie gives to Crowley, plus one she gives to Aziraphale
worm-hearted by findmebythemilkway**
“Would you still love Mr. Fell if he was a worm?” Maggie blurts out and immediately blushes. Nina snorts in her respective corner. Crowley, who’s been busy eyeing both the television and the bookshop, redirects his eyes to her. Maggie offers him a toothy grin. “I’m… sorry?” Crowley asks. He can’t wait for Aziraphale to arrive and hear this.
I’m ready by Culties
Nina has a confession to make and reminisces on her relationship with Maggie so far.
Like Real People Do by My__name__Leo**
Aziraphale and Crowley are on a double date with Nina and Maggie. But what happens when Crowley gets overwhelmed?
who wants to live forever? by lovelosvers**
“Maggie,” he turns mock serious. “Would you describe The Velvet Underground as bebop?” She looks bewildered. “Never in a million years,” she says. “So you see my point, then,” Crowley grins.
Tilt by DoonaRose
Maggie tells Aziraphale that her and Nina have started a relationship but that he can’t tell Crowley because Nina doesn’t want to hear ‘I told you so’. Aziraphale tells Crowley because he can’t help himself and then Crowley decides to show Nina that him and Aziraphale are also now doing the kissing and being a couple thing.
a little uncertainty by TheTellersEye
Maggie and Nina talking about the future and being cute.
Mr. Fell is Back by ughdotcom
Mr. Fell is back. Nina and Maggie have a few comments.
Multi-Chapter Fics
Moving On by neowitcher
Maggie and Nina have endured a lot in a short amount of time and now that Aziraphale is off to Heaven, any heavenly or demonic threats seem to have departed. Now, the two women are left spending their days in each other's company and are steadily growing fonder of each other. Maggie fears she's moving too fast when all Nina wants to do is move on.
The Third Fall by cordsycord
The Second Coming of Jesus Christ, son of God, came to Earth, against the predictions of dozens prominent religious scholars, on the relatively normal day of June 21st 2024, four months before the Earth's 6028th birthday. It was raining in London. The M25 was backed up. The Tube was late arriving to one station, and early arriving to another. Tourists took pictures at all the places that tourists enjoy taking pictures at.
Coming Back Around by CLOVERTOWN3
After Aziraphale leaves Earth, Crowley is left to drown in his sorrow. Together, Maggie and Nina weigh the tasks of keeping Crowley in check and solving the mystery of Aziraphale's strange and sudden promotion. All the while Muriel learns more about love, heaven, and the nature of humanity.
Whickber Street Relationship Counseling (And Rescue Service) by staroversea
The incredible true story of how 8 shopkeepers become responsible for a very emotionally fragile demon.
Uncharted Territory by Justanothernerdsstuff
Seven months after Aziraphale took his new position in heaven, Crowley is coping the best he can.
Most Ardently by borealisaurora**
Aziraphale brings Pride and Prejudice with him to Heaven, and with its help and the help of some friends, he realizes where he went wrong with Crowley and what he needs to do to fix it.
We Could’ve Been Us by elusive_ellipsis**
Aziraphale's last words to the one being he could ever say he loved were "I forgive you," but he knows that Crowley will never forgive him. Nina and Maggie try to convince him that he can make it up to the demon, but Aziraphale is only staying on Earth until he accepts that their relationship is truly over.
You’re Crashing but You’re no Wave, You’re Just an Angel Cast out of Heaven by Blueleaf12
Where is Crowley supposed to go after the Metatron whisked Aziraphale away to heaven? Bunk across the hall from where the Archangel Gabriel once resided in Aziraphale’s bookshop? Fuck no, now was the time to mope with those two human women you royally messed up trying to get together.
Something lasts forever by Aidaran
After Aziraphale leaves, Crowley is left to drink himself to death and be just as miserable as he can be. Lucky for him, Nina doesn't have patience for drunk demons in his shop, and Maggie is always willing to give a helping hand.
what it all comes down to by dollsome**
Aziraphale starts sneaking out of Heaven to visit Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death. It helps immensely.
Shepherds of the Damned by angelwithawand**
After Aziraphale leaves, Crowley carves out a life of his own.
on the inside and no sunlight by the_moonmoth**
In which Crowley makes some friends, Aziraphale does some thinking, and they both learn a thing or two about communication
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens fanfiction#good omens fanfic#vinylatte#ineffable husbands#ineffable bureaucracy#ineffable husbands fanfic#aziraphale x crowley#maggie x nina#crowley#aziraphale#maggie good omens#nina good omens#muriel#vinylatte fanfic#fanfic masterpost
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GUS AND HUNTER MY F***ING BELOVEDS (spoilers for Labyrinth Runners)
Ok, I’m trying to pull my thoughts together after this episode so this might not be entirely coherent. But oh my god Gus my poor child. Apparently he’s OP as frick and has gone through A LOT of improvement on his magic since Looking Through The Glass Ruins. Speaking of: That episode has more importance to Gus than we thought. It’s another case of him easily being tricked. And this episode really sheds light on how important Willow’s friendship mean to Gus. She’s the first genuine friend he’s ever had and I actually understand why he was tricked by the illusion of Willow. It also makes sense why Hunter is the one who figures out that Willow was just an illusion.
Willow is also one of Hunter’s first genuine friends. I don’t consider Amity to be his friend yet and Luz is a bit iffy but we do know she cares about him but I don’t think the feeling is mutual before Hollow Mind and even then Hunter doesn’t seem to care too much about Luz in this episode which honestly Hunter should’ve cared considering Luz offered him a place to stay in during Hollow Mind. It’s probably for the best he didn’t stay in the Owl House because of the attack launched but still and also I’m getting off topic. It’s clear that Hunter doesn’t trust anyone after Hollow Mind and for good reason. Belos, the person he trusts the most, is actually evil and doesn’t care much about Hunter. He does, but not enough and also in a kinda fucked up way. It makes sense for him to be on edge especially after the whole illusion thingy. He definitely seems to not trust Gus at first in this episode and same goes for WIllow. Thankfully, he opens up at the end which is good character development. I really love how both Hunter and Gus connect with each other on being lied to and having their trust used by others. This is very evident with 2 scenes. The first one being Gus telling about his experience about having friends who would use him and then Gus telling Hunter that he could trust him. And then the second scene where Hunter tells Gus about what he thought was good was all a lie and then telling Gus that he could trust him. THESE 2 BOYS ARE BROTHERS AND THEY NEED HELP QUICK. Also, this is the most emotional Hunter focused episode so far in my opinion. Yes, yes, Hollow Mind was traumatizing, but Hunter was having his mind overwhelmed and broken. He could barely process all of the revelations and lies and the same goes me. In this episode, he is able to fully process and understand the things around him and he finds kinship with Gus. He learns that yeah life kinda sucks, but there are good parts and good people.
Amity and Willow were a great B plot for this episode. I’ve been dying for content of them since Understanding Willow and I was so happy to see them have bumps but eventually get along in this episode.
IS LUZ, KING, AND HOOTY OKAY??? They’re most likely fine since they’re with Hooty but the Owl House has been raided and they’re now separated from Eda and Lilith. ARE THEY OK?? I need answers.
Viney x Skara is a ship I got my eyes on. If not a ship, then besties.
Also, nice to see Ed, Em, and Mattholemule being in multiple tracks. Does that mean that Mattholemule is in the Bad Girl’s Coven??
#The Owl House#toh#toh Gus#toh Hunter#toh Wllow#toh season 2#toh season2b#toh Spoilers#The Owl House Spoilers#toh labyrinth runners#toh season 2 ep18#ohohoohohohoho#RIP Hunter
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Somebody to Love | Steddie (2/?)
Chapter Two: Welcome Back to the Land of the Living
Words: 1842
A/N: I didn't forget this fic, I was busy with Writer's Month. Gonna post this up while I finish today's WM prompt.
Summary: Vecna was gone and the Upside Down was sealed forever. As the Hawkins crew try to adjust back to normal life, they await for Eddie's return once his name is cleared and his injuries healed.
[Somebody to Love Masterlist]
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Steve had been staring at himself in the mirror for the last half hour, not knowing why it mattered what he was wearing or how he styled his hair. He didn’t think Eddie would care that much. Would it be too much if he wore his denim vest? He had put it on and taken it off too many times for it to be normal.
Last week, Hopper finally announced that Eddie Munson’s name was finally cleared and that he was fit to go back home. It was an interesting conversation that the reinstated Chief of Police had to have with Uncle Wayne, but the man was relieved nonetheless.
Even with his name cleared, Hopper had ordered someone to be watching the Munsons’ new house, courtesy of the government, in case anyone decided to cause them any problems. Eddie was given the chance to either catch up with school by taking on extra work or settle for getting his GED. He still had yet to decide.
Steve glanced at his watch and cursed, keeping the vest on and rushed to grab the freshly baked cookies in a big tupperware and his keys before heading out the door. He had to pick up Dustin and Robin on his way over to the impromptu housewarming party and Dustin would complain non-stop if he was late.
Dustin called shotgun, of course, but Robin was all too happy to lounge in the back by herself, the housewarming presents taking up the space next to her. Dustin was about to start his rant about punctuality when he spotted the denim vest on Steve. He pointed it out but didn’t comment any further on it. Steve’s eyes met Robin’s in the rearview mirror, but she said nothing. He knew they were going to discuss it later.
Soon enough, Dustin was bouncing in his seat as he chatted away about all the things he was excited to tell Eddie and how the party wanted Will to join their DnD sessions once the Byers settled back in Hawkins. The plan was for them to move back once summer break started, giving them more time to pack and settle everything.
There were familiar cars parked outside the new Munson house with Hopper outside smoking and keeping an eye on things. Steve hadn’t finished parking when Dustin zoomed out, ignoring Steve’s shouts, and ran to the door in the open garage where Eddie’s van was covered with a tarp. Robin chuckled, grabbing everything from the back and followed Steve to the front door. Hopper nodded at them, patting Steve on the shoulder before jerking a head towards the door.
Max and Lucas were in the kitchen with Dustin who was helping them grab the utensils, plates, and cups, all while his backpack was still on. Lucas and Dustin were arguing about whether Coke tastes better in an aluminum can or a glass bottle. Max rolled her eyes but gave a smile to Steve and Robin as they passed to get to the sliding door that led to the backyard.
They followed the kids outside where Uncle Wayne was barbequing and Nancy and Erica were setting up the picnic table. As soon as Mike heard his friends coming, his head popped out from the storage shed where he was somehow struggling to drag the large water hose out.
“You better not point that thing here, you hear me?” Uncle Wayne warned, pointing the metal tongs at him.
“Yessir!” Mike shouted, heaving the hose out with one final tug.
Steve continued to scan the backyard as Robin joined Nancy and Erica at the table, dropping off her present on the bench. The house was a vast improvement from the small trailer with a giant crack on the ceiling, but not so big where it felt overwhelming and empty like his own place. A nice size for only two people. It was homely and with almost everyone here that he had fought the horrors of the Upside Down with, it almost seemed perfect. The only thing was missing was the star of the show, the main reason why they were having a party in the first place.
“He’s in his room,” Uncle Wayne spoke up without turning around from the grill.
“Huh?”
He jerked his head in a vague direction of what Steve assumed was Eddie’s room. “It’s still been a couple of days since he came back,” Uncle Wayne continued, “I think he’s still trying to process some things. If you could go get him, I’d appreciate it. These steaks and hot dogs are almost done.”
“Sure, Mr. Munson,” Steve said, heading back in.
“You can call me Wayne, boy, it’s fine,” he said, smiling at him. “And thank you for all that you kids have done for my boy. I’m glad that he has friends like you.”
Steve felt himself flush as he scratched the back of his head. “I… It was nothing. I’m glad that we’re friends with him, too.”
Wayne hummed approvingly at this, his eyes lingering on that familiar denim vest, before turning back. It was the first time that Steve had acknowledged it out loud, but he really was glad that he had gotten close to Eddie. He wasn’t sure that he had ever considered Steve a friend or if he was that friendly because he was the kids’ glorified babysitter, but either way, he was also now bonded to them through trauma and they will all be there for him if he needed help like they do for each other.
It didn’t take Steve long to find Eddie’s room. Just follow the scent of weed and the muffled sound of metal music. Steve knocked on the door twice, waiting a moment to knock again before opening it. Eddie’s room was filled with open boxes with his precious guitar leaning in the corner next to a small amp, the walls still bare of any posters and the empty closet wide open. His desk had smaller boxes with one tipped over and spilling cassette tapes out. Eddie was spread out on his bed with his eyes closed, headphones jammed over his ears as he continued to listen to Metallica.
Steve shifted awkwardly by the doorway before deciding to walk over to his desk. There were a lot of bands that Steve had never heard of, though there were at least two that he knew, one of which was Black Sabbath. Steve grabbed one of their tapes, looking over at the cover before flipping it over.
“Glad to see your fashion’s improved a bit, Harrington,” Eddie said suddenly, making Steve jump.
“Jesus, dude,” he cursed, turning around to see Eddie sitting up.
There was an amused glint in his eyes as he looked him up and down. He pushed himself up and made his way over until he was only a few inches from Steve. Something stirred within him, something that seemed to happen whenever he was in the close proximity of Eddie Munson. He dropped the tape and took a step back, hitting the edge of the desk.
“Looks good on you, big boy,” Eddie said with a grin. It widened as he watched Steve’s skin flush at the nickname.
“I, uh, thanks. I tried cleaning it as much as I could and I didn’t want to throw it in the wash. There’s a lot of buttons and some of the patches looked like they’re falling off and it looked like it meant a lot to you, so I was thinking of sewing it on tighter but I don’t really know how to sew… yeah.”
He became aware of his rambling, suddenly understanding how Robin always went on and on when she was around a pretty girl. Because right now Eddie was in front of him, close enough to feel his body heat, with his long and soft looking curly hair that framed his face just right. His brown doe-like eyes were staring right through him like he could hear all of his thoughts.
He certainly hoped not, because Steve suddenly had the urge to sink his fingers into those curls and hook another finger around his belt loops and tug him closer until he’s pressing against him. There was fondness in those eyes that both thrilled and scared him. He wanted Eddie to look at him like this forever and he didn’t know what he’d do if he ever stopped.
‘Oh’ does not seem to cover the realization that had hit him. He thought it would be like a slap on the face or a plate smashed on his head. Instead, it was like a lightning strike that left him tingly with goosebumps along his skin, like he was being charged like a battery.
Steve was shaken out of his thoughts as Eddie gripped his shoulders tightly, frowning as he shook him. “Come on, Harrington, don’t do that. Not after everything,” he said, almost pleading.
“Sorry, sorry,” Steve said, “I – we missed you, man. Those little shitheads won’t stop asking for you, you know?” Never mind that he was one of those shitheads that were bothering Hopper about Eddie’s status.
Eddie’s bright grin was back, making Steve bite back a smile. That drew Eddie’s attention to his lips, but he shook it off. “Aw, Stevie. I missed you guys, too.”
He pulled Steve into a hug, being careful not to agitate both of their wounds that were not fully healed. Steve’s arms automatically wrapped around his shoulder and waist, afraid that Eddie could feel how fast his heart was beating. If he had been able to focus, he would have felt Eddie’s heart doing the same thing.
“We should start heading down,” Steve said without moving, not wanting to let go or else he might fade away.
“Yeah.” ‘Just a few more minutes’ were left unspoken, yet they remained in their embrace.
“Hey, dinguses!” Robin called out from the hallway, “Either eat each other’s faces or eat some barbeque with us.”
“Very funny, Rob!” Steve shouted back, reluctantly pulling away from Eddie.
“You know you love me!” Her footsteps fade away, leaving them alone once again.
Steve sighed, turning to the door. “Ready to get ambushed by goblins?”
“Is this the closest I’m going to get to hearing you talking anything remotely DnD to me besides the whole… actual monster thing we dealt with?”
“Hey, I know what rolling for initiative means and spell slots and mods and stuff. I listen to the kids sometimes when they rant and rave about their nerdy dragon game shenanigans.”
Eddie smiled softly at him. “You’re a good mom, Harrington.”
“Shut up, let’s go.”
They leave the safety of Eddie’s room, their shoulders brushing as they step out together. Eddie was immediately greeted by the boys who have never heard the concept of speaking one at a time before. He let himself be dragged over to the table while Steve helped Wayne bring the food over.
And for the first time in a long time, they had a nice, normal, and joyful day.
#Steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie fic#stranger things fic#stranger things imagine#steve x eddie#uncle wayne is the best#there's a lot of hugging and crying in this series
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Echoes of the Past - Day 30
Prompt: “People who die bad don’t stay in the ground.”
CW: Delusions, Alcoholism, Body Horror, Main Character Death
The rain fell onto the metal roof that adorned Janus' house, normally the sound was calming, a reminder of peaceful days. It was the type of sound that made Janus want to curl up with a book and a cup of tea, or at least, it had been. Today, the sound was deafening. Each drum of water brought him back to that night, to the way Patton's body had lain on the ground, curled up, mangled, face filled with horror. They had all discussed how they wanted to die one night over far too many drinks, Patton had been adamant that he wouldn't die until he was much older with at least four grandkids to spoil. He was going to die peacefully in his sleep. He was so sure that that was how it was going to happen.
Peaceful wasn't a word Janus would ever use to describe Patton's actual death. No, despite being a man who deserved so much more, Patton had died in a way no one wanted to, alone and afraid.
Janus reached down to the cabinet that held all of his alcohol, pulling out a bottle of absinthe, the green color reminding him of Remus' hair at the time. It was the same color when Remus held him during the funeral, pulling Janus gently away from the casket of his lost love.
He didn't even bother to pour himself a shot, he took a large swig from the bottle walking over to his kitchen table and sitting down. He wasn't going to cry, he refused to cry again after two years. He had already cried all of his tears he had and he wasn't doing this shit again. Yet he found his face went anyway. How did he still have tears to shed after all this time. He had already spent so long in his misery alone. Why did the powers that be feel the need to continue to pull his strings?
There was a knock at his door, soft, and quiet. He almost missed it through the rain. It didn't matter anyway, he wasn't going to answer it. He wasn't in the mood for company. He wasn't in the mood to try to entertain.
"Jannie, please let me in, I don't have my keys."
His blood suddenly ran cold. There was no way, not after two years. No, this had to be a hallucination, but it was so clear, so calm, so much like Patton. Had his lover come back to him?
Janus stood from the table; his motions stiff and stilted like a man walking to his own grave. This was a bad idea, this wasn't smart, but the longing that came from not having his husband, the longing that came from being alone was overwhelming. He left the bottle on the table, fingers sliding against the wood as he took another step forward.
"Jannie, are you home? Your car is there. I really hope you aren't already asleep, it's so cold out here."
He walked up to the door, hand shaking as he went to grip the knob. Was he really going to do this? Was he going to be some cliché in a horror movie?
He looked down at his hand, watching as the light up above glinted on the ring he still hadn't taken off. Yes, he would, because death couldn't be worse than the life he was living now, a hollow life without him.
As the door slowly creaked open, Patton was there, smiling at him, though his body had certainly seen better days, and Janus wasn't sure if the churning in his stomach was the relief that washed over him, or the fact that he was staring at the animated corpse of his dead husband. He wanted to puke, and he was certain it wasn't the alcohol.
"Sorry darling, I'm going to be sick," He muttered, turning and emptying his stomach, hearing Patton squeak before he felt a gentle hand on his back. It was all too familiar, dozens of nights being ill and Patton right there on the bed, soothing him to help it feel better.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry, I know I probably don't look as sweet as I normally do but I promise it's still me. I'm still here."
Janus nodded, gently rubbing the bile off his lips as he began to stand up. He was going to have to clean that soon but thankfully there wasn't much to it, just the liquid he had drank earlier which hadn't felt good coming back up. It stung his throat, matching the sting of tears in his eyes.
"How are you here?"
Patton shrugged, "I think it's because I couldn't rest. I kept thinking about how you might get hurt if they didn't catch the guy, and how you might be alone and isolate yourself because you try to act tough."
"So... you are saying you couldn't rest because you were worried about me?" There was a bitter sweetness to it, knowing how much Patton cared, and knowing how much he was holding his love back.
"Maybe a little bit." Janus knew that look on Patton's face, if he had a functioning circulatory system he probably would have been blushing. Janus didn't need to see the soft redness to know that Patton felt guilty about what he was going to say next. "I was trying to rest, I know how much you tell me that self care is important, but caring for you is also super important." He reached down to touch Janus' cheek and the other man felt how cold his husband was. He smelled like death, and it was a reminder to Janus that this could never be real.
He began to cry. Janus would have given anything to have Patton back but this wasn't Patton, this was a shell of who his husband used to be. "Patton you can't be here," He whispered, reaching out to touch Patton's face. It was sewn together in spots, the mortuary worker had done good work, but it wasn't right. Nothing about this was right. "You need to move on." It broke him to say those words, tore him apart, but he had to be realistic.
"But... I came back for you."
"I know," Janus said softly, "You did so much for me, coming back for me, but... what's life going to be like for us Patton? I can't live with a corpse. I can't take you on vacations like we used to, you would be stuck in this house and I would constantly be trying to hide you." It wasn't just that. Janus knew he needed to move on. They couldn't hold hands without a reminder of the truth, couldn't be together.
"I'm okay with that," Patton chirped in his usually cheery voice. "As long as we can be together again."
Janus shook his head. "We will be together again, but not here, not in this plane of existence." Janus wasn't sure what he believed in after death, but there obviously had to be something if Patton could come back to him. "Wait for me," He wanted to kiss Patton's hand, to reassure him, but it just didn't feel right. "I'll meet you on the other side, but for now you need to rest."
Patton looked like he was about to cry, his lip held that little quiver it always did and Janus gently brushed his thumb underneath Patton's eye, trying his best not to disturb Patton's skin.
"But who's gonna protect you?" Patton asked, a sad whimper in his voice. "Who's going to be there when you need someone?"
"You left me with a good group of friends, remember."
Patton choked out a smile and a soft nod. "Will you call them?" He asked, putting his hand over Janus' and Janus didn't like the way Patton's skin squished around his. It was unsettling and pulled him too much into reality.
"Of course, I'll call Remus right now." He had to acquiesce, because Patton was right. He needed someone right now.
"Okay," Patton whispered, letting Janus grab his phone out of his pocket, watching as Janus dialed the number.
Both of them waited for Remus to pick up, and when he did, Janus said something that he hadn't said in a few years now, "Remus, I think I need you." There was nothing fun or sexy about his words, just a broken statement from a broken man. At first he didn't think Remus heard him.
There was quiet on the other end and then Janus heard it. Remus scrambling to gather his things, keys jingling in Janus' ear. "Yeah Jay, of course, I'll be right there. Is everything okay?"
Janus looked over at the corpse that was now sitting on his couch dropped there by a man who couldn't hold up the weight anymore. He looked down at the dirt stains on his gloves, the mud on his boots.
"No," he choked out. "No, I'm not okay."
@simplestoryteller @fantasticfangirl21 @joylessnightsky @melaniidarling @tsshipmonth2020
#Untypical Creations#Sanders Sides#Sanders Side fic#Fanfic#Janus Sanders#Patton Sanders#Remus Sanders#alcoholism#delusions#Body Horror#Angst#Hurt No Comfort#Sort of...
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Chapter Thirteen Below!!
Also available on AO3 HERE
"No." Tamlin's response was about as final as an answer could get.
Cin sighed, trailing him as he walked back up through the foyer, "You need to face your court at some point." Gaol had let her off from helping them set up for the Remembrance Night on the condition that she find a way to get Tamlin there. "You know I wouldn't ask if I didn't think you could handle it."
"They hate me, Cin." He whirled on her and Cin took a resounding step back, deep panic flashed on her face in the short time she saw Tamlin as an angry man and not the man who was slowly becoming her friend.
Tamlin, realising what he must have looked like, opened his mouth to say something but Cin beat him to it. "Yeah, but avoiding them won't change that. Tonight isn't about you. It isn't about me. And it definitely isn't about the Spring fae who will be there. Tonight is about remembering the sentries and untrained fae who died fighting in the wars."
In all the books Cin had read about trauma while processing her own, in her conversation with Gaol, she knew that this part was the one that would suck the most. This was the part where he realised that he messed up but that he shouldn't give up. The part where hope needed to flare to life.
Her voice softened as she said, "Your people will meet you with disdain for your role in the Spring Court's downfall but you are not irredeemable. And this time, when the time is right, you can win your people over instead of inheriting them."
Tamlin lowered his gaze, his tone somber, "I don't know if I can face the consequences of what I've done. I don't know if I can bear it."
"You can, and you will." Cin's heart burned to reach out, to squeeze his hand as a show of comfort but her hand wouldn't move, her head wouldn't allow the vulnerability, "You will bear it for yourself, you will bear it for your people. You will bear it for a future in which a stranger cannot walk into our home, our court, and take it from you again."
Tamlin paled slightly at her words. Cin didn't mean to shame him, but he needed to hear it. She had to believe that he was strong enough to hear it. He turned away and pinched the bridge of his nose. Cin's hand twitched, the urge to reach out nearly overwhelmed.
But then Tamlin faced her again, pinning her with the question in his eyes, "Tell me about this festival."
Everything inside her sagged with relief, and then she smiled, "Well, this is the second annual Saorsa Festival. After Amarantha, then Feyre, then Hybern, the Spring Fae were not as eager to celebrate as the rest of Prythian. We patched up our houses, built small gardens in every home, and through up walls high enough to hide our homes within two weeks after the King of Hybern was beheaded. For a whole year, to the day, we held our breath.
"And when the year came to an end and we knew the danger had truly passed, the villages sent riders to make sure that everyone was okay. And then we gathered, separately of course, and spent our first night of real freedom, just talking about the people who had sacrificed themselves so that we could live on. We don't talk about how they died, we talk about how they lived so that they'll be remembered for as long as there are those of us to remember them." There had been a lot of weeping that first night, Cin remembered. She'd shed a few too for the friends she'd lost.
"Those of us who aren't talking or listening, spend to walk around handing out food parcels and refilling water skeins. Bron and his merry men—I mean, his friends did it last year, they'll probably do it again this year." Cin thought back to how Bron had hovered around the firepits she'd sat around. It had been her first time outside of their house in over a year, and the first time she was around people again after what had happened.
She cleared her throat, "We sit around the fire until dawn before passing out in one of the tents all over the field. Or you can go home."
"Will you be going home?" He asked, his arms folded across his chest.
"Yeah," Cin shrugged, "Bron won't let me stay out there unless I share a tent with him and I refuse to do that."
"Why?"
"He's annoying," She rolled her eyes, "And he snores."
"None of this sounds very festive if I'm being honest."
"Anyway," Cin gave him a pointed stare, "The first night is Remembrance Night and the second night is the celebration, to express how grateful we are for their sacrifices and for finally being freed of our chains."
"And you want me to attend both, but shapeshift to look like someone else?" He raised a brow, tilting his head.
Cin nodded, "Yes. Unless you feel brave enough to face the Clematis fae?"
"It's not a question of bravery," Tamlin rolled his eyes then, almost mocking her with an exaggerated one, "It's a question of self-preservation."
"Well, then, choose a face. The sun's already nearing the horizon."
Tamlin sighed, then sauntered to the bathing room he'd been using. Once they fixed up his old bedrooms, Tamlin swore he'd use his own bathing room. Until then he was more than happy to use the one in the servants' room.
In the bathing room, Tamlin positioned himself in front of the mirror and slowly, slow enough that Cin wouldn't have caught it if she hadn't been looking, his emerald eyes darkened. They kept darkening until they were chocolate brown. So different from her own honey-coloured eyes.
Then his hair darkened and...shortened. Cin's mouth dropped open, "Wait, you can do that? I thought you could only change colours and grow things like fangs."
In the time it took Tamlin to face her, his hair had gone from its bun to a short mess of curly hair, messier than Cin's and his facial features had softened. His cheeks were rounder and not quite as chiseled. His eyes were larger and just a little down-tilted, and hooded.
"Cin," he tried to hide the amusement from his voice, "I transform into a giant beast. Shapeshifting my hair into a shorter length takes as little effort as changing my eye colour."
Cin pursed her lips and stepped closer to the mirror, patting her own curls and recoiling the ones that looked a little straight. "Sometimes I'm tempted to cut mine short, but the regrowth takes too long. And I know I'll regret it when I realise that shorter hair, with this thread of hair, makes my head look like a ball."
"I think you have beautiful hair," Tamlin said, not stuttering or fumbling through his words. He met her eyes in her reflection but Cin was lost in the possibilities, the endless possibilities, of all that she's change if she had his magic.
"It could be better." She sighed, "I'd make so many changes...I'd be as unrecognisable as you are now."
"Do you want to know why I have never altered so much as a freckle on my own face?"
"Because you have a flawless face?" Cin pursed her lips.
"No," Tamlin laughed, "I look like my mother."
Cin looked like her father but sometimes when her hair was pinned back, she'd see another face in her own and she'd wonder if it was her mother she saw. Bron had never mentioned anything and her father had only ever said she got her hair from her mother.
"Cin, your face is a kaleidoscope of every man and woman, from your bloodline at least, who has ever lived and died before you. From the shape of your nose to the genetic mutation of your eye colour. Looking in the mirror means looking at generations of people who persevered and survived long enough to pass along the genes that would eventually lead to your creation." Tamlin's eyes roamed over her face, "You carry all of them with you."
Cin looked at her nose, her father's button nose that he'd gotten from his mother. She plucked a stray curl of the hair she shared with her mother, who'd shared it with her own mother or father. Cin was her own person, yes but how could she hate a body made of features that had been loved for thousands of years? Through her, they continue to be loved.
The vines that framed the mirror sprouted vibrant pink camellia flowers. Scentless and had they not been bright pink, Cin might not even have noticed them. She blushed, "Sorry, I don't know what's been happening with my magic lately."
"Do they mean anything or is it random?" Tamlin asked, plucking one of the camellias from the wall.
"I'm assuming they mean something. It only really happens I have a paroxysm of emotion or if it's overwhelming. Like at Papa's funeral."
"The lilies." He nodded.
Cin's brows furrowed as she tilted her head, "I never told you about the lilies."
Tamlin shifted from foot to foot, "I–uh–I was...worried. When you didn't come back, I got worried and went into Clematis. Everyone seemed so worried about you and Bron, so I loitered in the treeline behind your house, outside of the boundary gate. And then your father Passed, and I followed the procession."
Cin frowned, she remembered seeing a flash of gold when she ran back to the house. She'd dismissed it as a passerby or a flower or something. Tamlin had still been in his Beast form, he'd barely been talking.
Tamlin wore a sheepish expression and Cin found herself biting back the urge to laugh, "You checked in on me. How sweet."
"Yeah, yeah, shut up." He said, his exposed pointed ears turned a shade of red as he cleared his throat, "What are these? What do they mean?"
"They're camellias. Love and adoration." Cin giggled.
"Ah, that makes sense then." Tamlin plucked a few more camellias, "And lilies are sadness?"
"I guess so," Cin watched him fidget with the stems, then pluck some more, "What are you doing?"
"I think," he wheezed as he fidgeted some more and then raised the clump of flowers above her head, "I think it's a good thing it matches your dress."
He placed the braided flowers on her head, a crown of flowers. "It doesn't." Cin laughed at her yellow dress.
"It does today." Tamlin shrugged, threading a curl from either side of her head around the crown to secure it to her head. He held out his elbow, "Shall we go, my lady?"
Cin raised her chin, smirking as she thread her arm through his and together they strolled to the first night of the Saorsa Festival.
#hyacinth: tamlins healing arc#pro tamlin healing arc#tamlin fanfic#tamlin fanfiction#tamlin x oc#tamlin every day of the week
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30 WoL Think Thonkers (part 1)
From this prompt list! I'm planning on answering all of these, and to start with here are the first 6 questions (from the "Warm up" category). It got pretty long right from the first question, so hiding it under read more~
I. Where is your Warrior of Light from? What was their home like growing up and what set them out on their journey?
Hawu'li is from The Black Shroud - more specifically from around South Shroud. Somewhere relatively close to the Buscarron's place (he used to hang out around his tavern as a kid), but outside the playable map area. His home was just some small clearing in the woods, with a few simple small houses, some sheds and tons of kids running around.
Hawu'li's immediate family consisted of his mother, Hawu (the matriarch of the family), her two younger sisters (Khona & Masha), and all their collective kids/grandkids: Hawu'li's siblings (2 brothers, 7 sisters), his cousins (Khona's and Masha's kids) and a couple of toddlers from the oldest kids. They are a very traditional keeper family - matriarch strictly keeps her family in line, the only males around are children or visiting, and the family is mostly self sufficent. What they can't make themselves is usually brought as a gift (from suitors or children visiting their mothers) or traded from travelling merchants in exchange for meat they hunted. All of the kids were taught basics of carpentry, letherwork, cooking and botany, but good hunters were treated with the highest respect.
Hawu'li was always very small and scrawny kid, lot more interested in reading books than sparring with his sisters outside. He learned crafting somewhat easily, but for some reason when it came to wielding a spear or a bow he would keep blundering even the easiest of basics. As a kid most adults just found it funny, thinking he'd outgrow it soon enough.
Years went on, but Hawu'li did not grow big like most assumed, nor did he figure out hunting. His sisters found him pretty useful for babysitting while they were out hunting, but Hawu'li himself grew more and more ashamed with each passing year. His mother's strong disaproval didn't help. What keeper couldn't hunt their own food?
Then one year, one of his older cousins, while visiting her home after few years of studying, thought of teaching him some very basic spells. Surprising even himself, Hawu'li learned these spells very quickly. She encouraged him to go to Gridania to learn more, winning the first hesitant boy over with tales of conjurers helping the townspeople and travelers alike.
2. What city-state did your Wol start in? How did they feel about it then, and how do they feel about it now?
And then he left to Ul'dah inste-- no, just joking. He did set out to Gridania, managed to get into conjurers' guild and started studying.
His experience was pretty mixed: Gridania is not really know for being nice to outsiders, let alone someone from a family proud of their hunting traditions. But for every rude person, there seemed to be a nice one too. Mother Miounne helped him greatly during the first few months, and after settling in the Stillglade Fane he did quickly befriend most of his fellow students.
Now, after all his travels, he still feels that Gridania is his "home" as much as his family's home is. Both have some bad memories, but also lots of good ones, and he'd rather see both prosper.
3. How do they feel about being Hydaelyn's chosen?
Tough one… uhhhh Hawu'li is generally of the mind that the title of Warrior of Light is a positive thing. Maybe because he doesn't need to carry it alone - the overwhelming expectations and responsibilities are split over the three of them carrying mantle together. Being Hydaelyn's chosen has led to him seeing the world a lot more, meeting various people he'd never have met otherwise, and having the power to actually change things. On some nights the weight of lost friends feels very heavy, but overall he is glad for the things he's gained from being chosen.
4. What do they do in their down time? Do they have any hobbies outside of Primal-slaying and world-saving? Are these lifelong hobbies or recent interests?
Hawu'li's absolute favorite way to pass time is to just spend it with those dear to him, but he does really enjoy cooking and reading! Or just going for walks or shopping trips with his loved ones. Lately he's been learning more weaver stuff, mostly how to make little knitted shirts for plushies (and Carby).
5. How do they feel now that “it’s all over” (the story of Hydaelyn and Zodiark)? What do they plan to do next? Or is their story finished - and if you’re retiring them, what does retirement look like for them? Do you have someone else taking the stage going forward?
Story is very much not over for Hawu'li! He can't really think about retiring (like, ever) since it would mean leaving his biggest calling (helping others), but I did plan that he has some tiny vacation between 6.55 stuff and the next expansion. Nothing that big, just spending extra time with his partners and friends, having fun and enjoying not being in a hurry for once. Maybe finally visiting his family?
I've spoken about this before, but his co-WoLs (my friends' ocs) are indeed retiring, and when I can figure out how to work them into the MSQ nicely he'll actually get 1-2 new companions (aside from Scions) for his trip to Tural. So now instead of a cat and two elves we'll have 1-2 cats and a bunny, haha. (Einn and maaaybe N'jinh when I finish his rework)
6. Who was their Azem? What were they like, and were they different from your WoL? Who were their family, friends? Or, if you don’t care for the Azem angle or went in your own direction for their past self, how so? How does your WoL feel about their Ancient identity?
Hawu'li's Azem was named Eleos. The two are rather similar in personality, but with Eleos being a bit more… intense? I often like to describe Eleos as "Hawu'li but turned up to 11". Biggest differences are probably that Eleos is very much not afraid to hit things (thanks Venat), and is in general a lot braver than Hawu'li is, but also more prone to mood swings (Hawu'li is a lot more patient). He's also somewhat of a gremlin, getting in the nerves of his poor coworkers constantly lol.
Eleos was the only kid of a researcher and a farmer in some more secluded corner of Etheirys. Venat also counts as his family - as a kid Eleos hugely idolized Venat for saving his hometown from monsters, but later on during his apparenticeship their relationship turns more familial.
Uhhhh as for other relationships: adult Eleos was dating Hyth and Hades, was generally friendly with other Convocation members (Lahabrea might've felt otherwise lol), treated Elidibus as a younger brother he never had aaaaand had a bestie called Skeiron (Einn's ancient). Lots of other friends too since I specifically wanted every single one of my ocs' ancients to know each other in some way haha, so I'm not listing all of them here.
Hawu'li isn't really sure what to think about the whole Azem thing. It's not like he has any memories of the past, and while he finds it fascinating to learn more about what his soul did in the past he is very much aware that he's his own person.
As a fun little bonus I'll mention that they have actually met! In my version of MSQ events Eleos' consciousness still kinda hangs around in his shards, just kinda looking after his "kids" (spectating everything while sitting on a couch with Ardbert lol). In that Ultima Thule cutscene he actually makes himself properly know for the first time, and kinda just manifests alongside Hyth and Hades to properly say goodbye (and sorry) to them. He also offers some words for Hawu'li, and then kinda retreats back into some corner of Hawu'li's soul.
#oof that ended up being so much longer than i thought akieuwhfiefuh#and i even tried to shorten both the first and last answers lol#also there be ancient talk so obiviously shb and ew spoilers#anyway uhhhh comments...#i've yet to choose names for any of hawu'li's sisters#his brothers are hawu'a and hawu'to bc male keeper names are funny like that#hawu'a is the “good son” who's really strong and good hunter#and visits home the most. usually bringing lots of food along him#hawu'to is the “smart one” who's actually working in sharlayan#hawu'li hasn't seen him in years before randomly running into him during ew haha#about gridania i'll mention that hawu'li's main beef with them is that#he feels every injured person seeking help should be treated#no matter their crimes or background#and my thoughts on it are that it's not the elementals saying no but conjurers either reading them wrong or just blaming them#so hawu'li can hear the elementals too and often uses it to call out bullshit when some stuck up conjurer refuses to help someone#hawu'li has indeed not visited his family after arr stuff#maybe he'll visit before leaving for tural#maybe even take g'raha along to meet them haha#what else uhhhh#i still want to make info page for all of the ancients too but i've been so lazy with that#oh and eleos hanging out in hawu'li's soul is actually the reason he's little less scared of being alone now#since he knows that eleos is there (silently) cheering him on he can spend juuuust a little longer alone than before ew#(not to mention that uh. like half of that separation anxiety of his is directly from eleos)#(final days trauma so bad it transfers to all his shards 😔)#purple catboy#should i tag eleos too? sure why not#wandering sun
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Are You a True Woman of God? Here are 12 Characteristics of a Godly Woman
Let’s discuss the defining qualities of a woman who is guided by her faith and devotion to God. In a world with many different roles and expectations for women, this article sheds some light on what it means to be a godly woman and the attributes that set her apart.
Whether you’re seeking to strengthen your spiritual journey or to understand the characteristics of a truly virtuous woman, this article offers valuable insights into the traits that genuine women of God tend to possess.
1. She Prioritizes Love for God
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Above all, a godly woman must wholeheartedly love God, prioritizing her relationship with Him, even over her cherished husband, children, family, and friends. While women have many essential roles and responsibilities, it may often feel overwhelming.
Nevertheless, nurturing our connection with God should remain our top focus. We should follow the example of Mary, who, in Luke 10: 38-42, chose the most important thing by sitting at Jesus’ feet. Even in our busy lives as mothers, wives, and servants, it’s crucial to set aside time to be in His presence.
2. She Loves Family Deeply
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When we look at women in the Bible, it’s clear that loving our family is very important. God advises Christian women to make loving their husbands and children their primary mission. By focusing on our homes, we can strengthen our church community, as strong families help build strong churches.
It’s also important to speak positively about our husbands, both in public and on social media, as they need our respect. Although we naturally love our children, today’s distractions like smartphones and screens can sometimes get in the way of our top priorities.
3. She Raises Her Children
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God values women for raising children, which is evident in passages like Proverbs 31 and Titus 2. Being a woman of God isn’t about grand gestures. Instead, it emphasizes humility. Despite society’s sometimes overlooking the importance of motherhood, it holds deep significance in God’s eyes, reflecting Jesus’ love for children.
As William Ross Wallace wisely stated, “The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.” Even if you don’t have children of your own, you can be a role model and lead kids to Christ, which is a great honor.
4. She Practices Humility and Modesty
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Modesty is an important quality for godly women, and it’s more than just dressing modestly. It’s about having a humble and respectful attitude that guides how we act, talk, and dress to benefit others. It means admitting when we make mistakes, doing things out of love and necessity, and treating others as we’d like to be treated, following the Golden Rule.
As Christians, we’re accountable to one another and should support each other’s faith, as Colossians 3:12-17 teaches. This approach also aligns with 1 Timothy 2:9-10, which highlights that women should focus on modesty and good deeds rather than on external appearances.
5. She Demonstrates Hospitality
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God values hospitality, and the Bible praises women like Lydia in Acts 16 for their welcoming nature. Hospitality doesn’t have to be complicated or fancy. Even a simple invitation for coffee and a chat can be as meaningful as a fancy dinner. It’s the connection that matters most.
Remember 1 Peter 4:9, which encourages us to offer hospitality without grumbling. Sometimes, we grumble because we feel our home must be perfect, like what we see on Pinterest, in order to invite guests. But the truth is, no home is flawless, and people remember the people, not the state of the house. So, don’t stress about making your home perfect when welcoming others.
6. She Serves Others
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1 Timothy 5:10 talks about having a kind heart, helping fellow believers, supporting those in need, and doing good things, which are all important traits for a woman of God. This means being there for your Christian community and offering a hand to people facing tough times.
Instead of trying to change the world all at once, focus on small acts of kindness which can make a big difference. Use your unique skills, like creativity, cooking, or good communication, to help in ways that feel right to you. When you do this, you’re part of God’s bigger plan and a key player in the incredible story of faith on Earth.
7. She Shows Respect and Submission
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Though not very popular today, the idea of submission is about recognizing authority without lowering your own value, just as Jesus submitted to the Father. Ephesians 5:22-24 explains this by suggesting that wives should respect their husbands, much like the church respects Christ’s authority.
This practice of showing respect and submission while acknowledging your worth in Christ brings us closer to Jesus’ teachings. Whether you’re married or not, as women, you can demonstrate this Christlike spirit by serving those in authority over you, as beautifully described in Philippians 2:5-8.
8. She Teaches Wisdom and Goodness
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God encourages older women to share their wisdom and guide younger women, regardless of their age. Your life is a living example that teaches others, and you can do this through conversations, prayer groups, and Bible classes.
Taking the initiative to mentor a younger woman and extending a hand to connect can be a blessing for both of you. Look around, find a woman a few years younger, and reach out to her for coffee or an invitation into your home. As you build a relationship in everyday life, you’ll show her what it means to be a godly woman and positively influence her life.
9. She Exercises Self-Discipline
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Self-control is often overlooked, but it’s really important, especially for women. Without it, we can harm our relationships through things like gossip and anger, especially when we’re tired or stressed. Patience can be tough, but having a plan to handle our emotions, like counting to 10 or saying a quick prayer, can make a big difference.
It’s also essential to ask God for help controlling what we say. Self-control is crucial in avoiding gossip, too. A trustworthy woman who can keep secrets is highly valued, and it’s important not to spread rumors or make fun of others, as this can break trust and hurt your friendships.
10. She Cares for Her Home
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Our society may not always emphasize the importance of caring for our homes, but it matters to God. Think of your home’s walls as storytellers. Do they tell tales of a close and loving family or just a place to sleep before everyone goes their own way?
We should aim to make our homes a hub of connection, protecting our family time by prioritizing meals, starting traditions like family devotionals, or having fun game nights. While tasks like cooking and cleaning are often shared in modern families, our commitment to maintaining our homes is steadfast.
“She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.” – Proverbs 31:27
11. She Embraces Kindness
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Kindness is an important trait for godly women, though it can be challenging. Men tend to resolve disagreements more swiftly, while women sometimes hold onto grudges due to their emotional nature. It’s vital to prioritize kindness over lingering conflicts.
If you’re active in your church but find it hard to forgive and show love to those who’ve wronged you, people will likely remember your unkindness more than your service. So, make an effort not to let unkindness dominate your spirit and harm your influence.
12. She Expresses Gratitude
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A godly woman should always have a thankful heart, showing gratitude and trying to see her blessings even in tough times. She lives by the words in the book of Thessalonians, which encourage rejoicing, constant prayer, and giving thanks in all circumstances as God’s will in Christ Jesus. While giving thanks is easy when life is smooth, it becomes challenging during hard times.
“Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” – 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
How to Put on the Full Armor of God (Women only!)
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The “full armor of God” scripture in Ephesians 6 is one of the better-known passages to a lot of Christians. At the same time, the scripture is so familiar that it tends to have a lullaby effect.
What’s more, since a warrior in armor is a pretty masculine image from a different time and place, it doesn’t seem very relatable to a woman in the 21st century. But it turns out there is a lot to learn about the full armor of God when you study this passage in its context and apply it to women today!
How to Put on the Full Armor of God (Women only!)
5 Powerful Prayers Every Wife Should Pray Over Her Husband
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Wives, do you pray for your husbands? Regularly? What do you pray for?
While you may find the time to build your husband up, you may have to admit — that you haven’t always been the best at praying for your husband or your marriage throughout the years, but that’s okay!
It’s not because you don’t want to or because you don’t think it’s incredibly important — I am sure you do! — but simply because you don’t often remember to!
5 Powerful Prayers Every Wife Should Pray Over Her Husband
How to Put God First in Your Life (Including Powerful Bible Verses)
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Getting My The 5 Best Electric Fireplaces (2022 Review) To Work
Your Ultimate Guide To Electric Fireplaces (2022 Edition) Power fire places are a wonderful option to standard lumber or gasoline fire places. Along with a reduced profile, they are more practical and more effective at controlling temp within a fire. Along with a huge range and a constructed in cooling down system, they are a excellent option to conventional fire places. Clean Energy. Cleaner and more efficient on your home, house or garden than typical timber or gas water and gasoline warm sky fires.
They don't need any routine maintenance, lumber chopping, smokeshaft cleaning or pricey installment. They deliver safety and security for all styles of folks," claimed Bob Lander, head of state of the California Environmental Resources Office at Berkeley. Budapest, one of the oldest urban areas in Europe, has traditionally functioned as a little, country town. Its mayor has been driving ahead and has mentioned he desires to expand its real estate and learning development plan and has suggested providing them a city-wide tax break.
Power fireplaces are cost effective, tidy, safe and very easy to put in without any kind of unique permits. Most establishments, and even big public ones, possess safety component made through law enforcement, and the only way to prevent this is through utilizing only fireplaces. I locate that there are numerous types of fireplaces in your location. comfort line can easily take some time for you to get some that are well-lit, in great health condition, or that are simply under building.
Electric Fireplace Buying Guide Contents: What Are Electric Hearths? What's Consisted of? What Do I Need? Power Fireplaces Aren't Included in Fireplaces Manufacturers: What are Electric Hearths? The American Fire Protection Association provide the following: Feeling or Embrace: Fireplaces are generally created to assist take out and minimize the opportunity of trauma coming from an power resource.
Power hearth is an electric heating unit that mimics a typical wood or gasoline burning hearth. It's like a fire extinguisher but with a heating unit (although with a greater heat capability). It's an excellent alternative if you need to have to have a major burner outside. Some fire aficionados additionally suggest having an oven heater to possess a lighter heating element for a fire. You can easily also simply placed a grill heater in the fire place. It's additionally worth keeping in mind that the flame is considerably much less harmful than burning timber.
Power hearths are typically put on a wall or inside conventional fire places which are no a lot longer used for typical fires. Such fires have been utilized at different fire levels for a quite long opportunity. During early early morning hours, firemens can frequently move to a risk-free, high-rise shape. The trouble along with building huge and pricey fires is that they are also major and the body are going to be overwhelm. This type of frame may trigger fires that maynot be extinguished by immediate shooting.
They plug right into the wall surface and can easily function on a "fire only" collection. The heat will certainly help take down the heat energy as well. (The tip responsible for this is to stay clear of the side panels functioning over the floor when utilized in real lifestyle.). Eventually, the fire in the best of the stove is illuminated with a lighter that only goes off when turned on. The heating system has a fire-and-dry, reduced temperature level, but not scorching sufficient to cause them to shed.
They can easily likewise be utilized as heaters, generally consuming 1.4-1.6 kW, that can heat up a 400 sq. mi. home and an average of three people. And while such heating units are used from time to time, not all are equipped along with thermostats. Some electricity autos are thus reliable that they can easily only be utilized by non-powered vehicle drivers that a total photovoltaic collection that is powered by an electric electric motor can run at 25 times the velocity required for the automobile.
Additionally, there are much more powerful power fire places that may warm up to 1000 sq feet. How Do Electric Fireplaces Work? It is typically with electrical stream. For example, you can heat up an confined power outlet to 1000 W utilizing a standard AC or ACA fuse in your auto, and it would terminate without an electrical current. But you could additionally use only a few additional voltages to create an electrical current.
Electric hearths generate blaze imitation through forecasting LED illuminations onto a display in a randomized design. The warmth generated may be increased or lessened as you decide on (view below). Illumination is performed by making use of numerous tools such as lamps, lanterns, regulators, and infrared lightweight resources in combination with a digital unit based on an integrated cam. You may find the results of the LED-LED lighting coming from most cameras below, and can create a wonderful (to your eyes) concept.
Some styles merely have one line of LED lights at the base while others have 2 or additional Top strips for added fire colour choices, depth, and realistic look. This style suggests the device creates one 4-inch display screen, 4 KG OLED colour LCD screen board with white colored harmony, which has a 15:9 element proportion. A 2K display screen permits for the exact same screen as the Samsung Galaxy S6. Its show dimension is 3840 x 2460 according to the specifications.
A lot of electricity fire places possess a built-in heater that works separately from the flame so you can easily transform the warm off and delight in the fires of electric fire places year-round. This is a really easy electric fireplug that fits into a common small room and works merely excellent along with any various other residence flame-off appliance. This easy-to-use heating element also works with all water or water faucet water. There is actually a lot of space for you to bill this small installation with your preferred water!
What Are The Benefits Of An Electric Fireplace? The Electric Fireplace In Los Angeles, California is a fantastic area to live because of the wealth of individuals who make it right here. This isn't usually a location to acquire a lot of support at any time of the day. This is commonly the instance. You can easilyn't assist but feel frustrated at the lack of opportunity for the absolute best premium fires that will certainly start standing out out of the earth's surface area, leaving your houses and organization to deteriorate.
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I’m Here ✧ Draco x Reader
Request: Hi, so I’m not sure if you’re taking these kinds of fics for Draco, but I’ve been feeling really down lately, and I was wondering if you could write a one shot or a scenario where the reader has been having a really bad day/week and Draco comforts them? And maybe Draco lays the reader on his chest and he hums a small tune to make the reader feel better? You can ignore this if it’s an issue, but I’d really appreciate it. I love all of your fics btw! They make me really happy <3
Warnings: none bc mostly fluff, some tears, super soft!draco
Words: 1.9K
A/N: i saw this and had to do it effective immediately bc i am feeling the exact same wayyy so this was really nice to think about ;( thank you so much for requesting this and for reading my stuff and i’m so glad i can help in a way <3 i’m sending you nothing but peace, love, and light !!! but i really hope this is gooood <3 do not own gif
Life was punishing you, you thought. It had to be. Because there was no way how in the span of a week everything in your day-to-day life had gone from okay to borderline catastrophic. It was as if every situation you were in was taking its form in the worst case possible scenario and all you could do was watch hopelessly as things continuously got worse sprinkled with small misfortunes in between.
It started on a regular Monday morning, sitting down for breakfast in the Great Hall with blissful ignorance. Halfway through eating your toast, your owl had come in through the open large glass windows and dropped a letter onto your plate from home that left you some very unfortunate news and had set forth a ripple effect that began making everything else go downhill as your days progressed. By the end of the school week, you had managed to blow up a potion, lose house points because of said potion when it splashed onto some people and had some physically altering effects, tripped over your footing and fell in the middle of a crowded corridor, failed a surprise quiz, forgot to turn in an essay, got into an argument with a friend, accidentally slept in and missed a morning class, and took a trip to the hospital wing for a migraine that didn’t want to leave you alone. You could’ve sworn you had somehow been thrown into purgatory, or limbo, or something outer-worldly.
“Are you alright?” Draco had asked you right after breakfast that Monday morning as he was walking you to your first class. “What was in the letter your owl gave you? You look worried.”
“It was nothing,” you dismissed quickly, trying to put on a half-hearted smile while you spoke to make it more convincing. “I’m fine, just tired.”
It was the beginning of the week, and he did keep you up late the night before when you were sneaking around together, so he just shook his head up and down and took your excuse even though he felt like there was more to it than you were letting on. But as the days went on, he was becoming more observant of the way you were acting and even looking. He didn’t like that every morning he saw the shadows under your eyes get deeper and darker, and he didn’t like how you would close your eyes in pain when you would groan about your headache. He also didn’t like the way he hadn’t seen you truly smile or laugh all week even when he tried countless times to amuse you or cheer you up. But what he didn’t like most of all was that he felt like there was nothing he could do.
On Wednesday afternoon, he tried asking you again. You were sitting in the Quad with him on a bench and he was telling you a story from earlier in the day about how he had ‘accidentally’ tripped this Gryffindor boy and got Snape to take away house points from him that he thought for sure would you make laugh or perhaps give him a disapproving redirection, but when he glanced up to see your reaction, he noticed you weren’t even listening, to begin with. You had been staring down at your shoes and the way they lined up against the cracks in the pavement, kicking around some gravel as your mind was running a million thoughts per second.
“Love?” He said to you softly. You looked up at him swiftly with a quiet questioning hum, e/c eyes widened slightly from being ripped away from your thoughts suddenly. “You know if something’s bothering you, you can talk to me.”
“I know,” you nodded warmly. “I’m okay, Dray. I’m honestly just tired.”
And you were telling the truth, in a sense. You really were tired; physically, mentally, emotionally.
He frowned, dissatisfied with your answer. “Right, well if anything at all comes up, I’m here.”
From then on, Draco took it upon himself to try and increase his affections and compliments. He would hug you a little tighter, kiss you a little longer, whisper sweet little nothings into your ear before he left you for class. You felt a little bad lying to him, withholding the truth from him, and you saw the concern in his light gray’s when you’d meet him in the mornings and for the rest of the day, but it only made you feel a tad bit worse. You were starting to feel guilty for the way he was worrying, feeling like you were dragging him down into the dumps with you and raining on his usual carefree parades.
On Friday morning, you didn’t meet him for breakfast and you were out of the Great Hall faster than he could catch you. He felt like a stalker when he walked by your class, peeking his head in to see if you were there and well. He spotted you sitting at your desk, hunched over your unopened books with a grimace on your face and your head in your hands. He wanted to go in and whisk you away to somewhere far and quiet, but the Professor had caught him by the door and sent him on his way before he could even think of doing anything of the sort.
You felt the day had gone by extremely slow, relative to how the week was moving and also impossibly dismal. You were counting down the minutes until the end of the school day, ready to run to your dorm right after your last class and bury yourself deep into your duvet and pillows for the rest of the weekend.
Head still pounding, you trudged over to your final class, stopping outside the doors when you saw a small group of your housemates standing around with unnerved expressions as they passed each other papers and spoke in hushed tensed tones.
“I studied all night but my friend took the test earlier and she told me during lunch that it had stuff on it that wasn’t even in the reading!” You heard one exclaim in distress.
“We have a test?” You accidentally said aloud and a pair of eyes turned to look at you confusingly.
“Yeah? Professor’s been telling us all week.”
A scoff of disbelief escaped your lips, an overwhelming sense of defeat washing over you as you turned briskly on your heel and in the opposite direction of your classroom. Tears started pricking at your eyes, you felt the stinging of them wanting to be released but you refused to let them all out in the open and especially in front of people who were still taking their time to head to their classes.
You were making a beeline towards your common room, blinking rapidly to try and clear your vision that was quickly pooling with unshed tears while trying to steady your breathing in another failed attempt to calm yourself. You were nearly there, you could tell by the paintings and doors that you passed by and the black stain splattered on the floor you saw every day on your way to the dorms from someone’s dropped ink bottle that Filch hasn’t been able to get rid of.
Almost there, you kept repeatedly reminding yourself.
All hope of solace was gone when you didn’t notice the body you had unknowingly crashed into. All you felt were strong hands around your biceps, holding you in place from toppling backward and the very familiar scent of expensive cologne and mint.
“Y/N? Why aren’t you in class?” You looked up at the platinum blond sadly, his worried eyes searching yours with such care that it pushed you over the edge.
You didn’t answer him and instead wrapped your arms tightly around Draco’s middle, burying your face deep into his robes and letting out quiet and frail weeps that broke his heart. He held you tightly, pressing kisses to the top of your head and muttering soft “I’m here’s” into your hair. You stayed in his embrace for a few minutes, letting your tears freely fall into his vest with a sense of relief that only he was able to give you at this point in time.
“I’m sorry I cried on you,” you choked out when you pulled away from him, desperately wiping away at your eyes with the back of your sleeve.
“You don’t ever have to apologize for that,” he said quickly. He brought his hand up to your face, his thumb swiping delicately over a stray tear that was sitting on your jaw while you closed your eyes in comfort. “Do you want to go back to my room? I can set you up really nicely and we can talk if you’d like?”
“Yes please, I’d like that a lot.”
Draco interlocked your fingers with his, bringing the pair up to his lips with a warm kiss on the back of your hand before walking the two of you over to the entrance of the Slytherin common room. It was empty when you walked in, not a soul in sight since everyone was still in class and it made it much easier for him to sneak you into his singular Prefect room you were now extremely grateful he had. He watched contently when you shed off your robes and kicked off your shoes and immediately slipped into one of his dark green jumpers that fit you big.
You were perched on the edge of his bed, his scent from his sweater engulfing you and doing a much better job of calming you down than you wanted to admit. He followed in your footsteps and changed into something comfier and when he finally sat beside you with his hand falling over yours as an encouragement to talk - you did. You vented to him all about the letter from home, the migraine, your classes, the argument between you and your friend, and everything else that came to mind.
“And I feel bad for ignoring you and not telling you all this before but I didn’t want to burden you,” you finished with sniffles, gazing up at him with a gloomy expression.
“Y/N, I love you, and nothing you say to me is a burden,” he frowned slightly, “when I tell you I’m here, I mean it, for anything. You’re so important to me and it kills me to see you upset.”
In a careful movement, he had scooted towards you and affectionately cupped your face before placing a loving kiss on your forehead and murmured to you, “don’t ever hesitate to come to me.”
You let him pull you under his covers, draping his large duvet over your entangled bodies with your head resting right above his chest, the steady beatings of his heart instantly sending you into a much-needed peace. His chin was rested right atop your head and you felt his fingers run up and down your arm soothingly while he thought.
“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” He asked quietly.
“Can you help me fall asleep?” you muttered, closing your eyes gently when his hand smoothed over the back of your hair. You felt him nod against your head and after a small moment silence, you heard him begin to hum the faint tune of your favorite song.
You lied there in bliss, enjoying the way his chest was vibrating against your ear and the way his fingers were playing with the ends of your hair, curling the strands around his fingers and then moving upwards to massage your scalp. And for a minute, everything was finally okay again as you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, a full heart and with your love calmly lulling you away with a soft and now distant humming.
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~Two is Better Than One~
Kuroo Tetsuro x F!Reader x Kenma Kozume
Prompt: “We are always here for you.”
Warnings: mentions of depression and bullying, comfort, fluff, angst?
A/N: I wanted to write something for those of you who needed this ❤️
You haven’t been yourself lately, struggling with personal problems like insecurity. Along with dealing with bullying.
It was getting hard to keep up the “happy” act now. Eventually you gave up, at least when your friends weren’t around.
As the manager of the Nekoma High VB team, you always helped and cheered up the players when they needed it.
But, you thought no one was there to help you.
Some girls and boys were constantly putting you down, saying things like:
“Maybe she’s sleeping around with her ‘team’” “Move along, ugly!” “Ew.. look at her.” “How do people even like her— gross.”
They said it to you, or where you could hear it clearly.
It hurt. A lot.
Your insecurity got worse and you became harsher on yourself. Even with the team they noticed that you were doing more than needed.
Not that you didn’t already do that, but this time it was.. different.
It seemed as if your smiles were fake. They were.
The first one to notice was Kenma. He knows that distant look you have in class. How you act so different there than you do in the gym.
Because of that, he would let you play on his Nintendo switch more than ever, this is something he does for no one but you.
As the days and days went on your mental state got worse. You slowly stopped being so “happy” in the gym.
Some of them pushed it off by thinking you were just tired.
But the truth is you weren’t. Kenma knows.
He was getting really concerned now. So, he pulled Kuroo to the side of the court and let him know.
“Yeah.. I noticed too.” He tells Kenma.
“So.. should we confront her about it?”
“Honestly, we should. Maybe we can hang at your house as usual and ask then.”
“Mhm..”
They resume practice like normal as you write notes.
—After practice—
“Y/N?” You hear a soft voice call out- it’s Kenma.
“Hm?” You look up from your notebook.
“Wanna come to my place? I got a new game.”
“Yeah.. sure.”
“She hesitated..” Kuroo listens in.
When you’re at home, you shed a few tears at the things said to you by those horrible people today.
You change your clothes, grab your phone, then walk out the door.
—TimeSkip——
The three of you are playing a game on Kenma’s Xbox.
You’re usually so energetic and so competitive, but you’re being oddly quiet. Only making occasional comments.
“YES! Victory is mine!— take that Kenma!” Kuroo boasted.
“You covered my eyes, Kuroo.”
“There were no rules!”
You give a small but clear chuckle. Then, your face goes back to being dead-looking.
Kenma sets down his controller. Another rare sight.
“Y/N.. you’ll tell me if something’s bothering you, right?”
“E-Eh? Oh.. yeah, why?”
“You’re not okay..We need to know if something happened so we can help you.” Kuroo adds.
You go silent.
“Y/N. What’s going on..?”
Now all the attention is on you. Kenma and Kuroo move to sit right next to you on each side.
“I-“
“It’s okay if you don’t wanna say it. It’s just that it hurts us to see you in pain, to slowly lose your light.” Kenma said.
“So.. what’s really going on?” Kuroo shoots you a worried look.
“A lot of things.. b-but I guess it’s the fact people are constantly putting me down, calling me ugly and a whore..”
“Y/N...” Kenma started.
“...Not only that, but I’ve been overwhelmed since I’ve been overworked and stressed all the time. But I don’t want you guys to be sad because I am..” you tear up.
“Why did you keep this from everyone- from us? I thought we told you that if you’re upset to talk to us?” Kuroo asks.
“You did.. but I care about your happiness not mine.”
“Y/N.. your happiness is ours. We can’t stand seeing you like this when we could be there..” Kenma smiled slightly.
“Don’t worry, Kenma and I will deal with those ‘people’ later. But right now, we wanna be here with you.”
“Why are you always so nice to me..? I’m just a ugly whore and you guys are so cool.. you don’t need me.”
The boys were tearing up just hearing what you were saying about yourself.
There was a moment of silence before you feel two pairs of arms cage you in a warm hug.
“We do Y/N. We need you in our lives. You makes us so much more.. you light up our lives.”
“And you’re not ugly, definitely not a whore either. You’re a gorgeous, talented, charming woman with a great personality. You’re so amazing Y/N!” Kuroo praised.
That’s what made you break. Hot tears flowed down your face.
“You’ve helped us so much! The least we could do is help you when you need us.” Kenma added quietly.
You relax more into the hug.
“Thank you.. I really appreciate your words..” you whispered softly.
“Not a problem at all!” Kuroo smiled.
“We are always here for you.” Kenma says, wiping away your tears with his hand.
You started to calm down so they let go.
“I know.. I love you guys..”
“Y-you what?” Kenma and Kuroo jump, shocked.
“I didn’t mean to say that out loud- I’m so sorry”
“I uh..love you too..” Kenma admitted, a red hue appearing on his face.
“Me too!” Kuroo stated.
“Really?-“ you completely forgot about all bad things and just sat there, blushing.
They nod.
There was a comfortable silence before Kuroo spoke.
“Kenma and I have been talking about this.. and since we both like you, would you want to be with both of us?”
“I would like that.” You say, returning to yourself again.
“Good!” He laughed.
“We are going to protect you for as long as we live.” Kenma announced, and Kuroo agreed.
You’re the happiest you’ve ever been.
Also, those “people” stopped bothering you completely.
This hit close to home for me (T ^ T)
Sorry if it was bad- it’s my first time writing topics like this
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VIII. Strength | No Escape
Asra x Reader
Enjoy these daydreamy highlights from Asra’s Route! Masterlist
cw: mild lemony content 🍋
In-Route Prompts & Options Selected
Prompt: Do you dance like your companion? I've feasted with Asra before. He can dance all night
Options: Ask Asra to dance with you / Sit in the corner with Asra
*Coins*
Prompt: “Someday we’ll have time”
Options: "We have time now" / "We have to go..."
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After you and Asra free the spring from that awful swarm of beetles, Saguaro offers to cook you up a feast.
You’re not sure if that is completely necessary, but the thought of spending the twilight hours with good food and Asra for company has you thinking twice about turning down your host.
Afterwards when you’ve said yes and looked at some interesting fox carvings, Saguaro asks if you can dance like Asra. He claims that the magician could easily dance all night.
Hmm. Strange. You’ve definitely seen Asra sleep all day, but the thought of him dancing all night was a stretch.
If it was true, you wonder… would Asra dance with you?
When you ask him, there’s a little awkwardness at first. Eventually he comes to realize your meaning and soon the two of you are crossing the stretch of hard earth to where the music is the loudest and the crowd is the thickest.
You try to reach for Asra’s hand, but he steadies your wrist and says, “Hold onto this.”
He unravels his red scarf from his shoulders and loosely ties one end around your outstretched wrist. You grab hold of the slack while he ties the other end in a similar way around his tanned forearm.
“Ready?”
You admit that you don’t think you’ve ever danced this way before. Something in Asra’s amethyst gaze grows heavy, but not in a bad way.
“You’ll never know all the steps,” he says, “so just follow me and the music.”
You promise that you will try.
Asra makes it easy for you. As you spin and lose sight of him with each rotation, you rely on the tension in the scarf to figure out where to go. Asra is spinning too, in and out and under the scarf. You can tell by the way he breaks out into a light sweat and constantly checks your reaction that he’s showing off just for you.
You almost lose your footing when Asra suddenly engages both of his hands and liberates the scarf from your wrist. You end up stumbling right into his arms with the scarf sliding down your backside and bringing you in.
You brace your hands against Asra’s shoulders as the two of you slow down until you’re gently swaying from side to side. Asra sighs and rests his forehead against yours.
“Should we head home? We have a long trip ahead of us.”
It seems like there is something else he wants to say – something about the way you danced just now, but it’s clear that he won’t voice whatever it is aloud.
So you simply nod and say, “Let’s go.”
When the two of you return to the house, Asra is all deep sighs and somber looks. His worry only seems to fade whenever his eyes meet yours or when the two of you are touching.
“It’s kind of cruel, having such a short escape. I wish we could stay longer.”
Though you won’t voice it aloud, you completely agree with him. Still, there are people in Vesuvia who need you. Nopal will still be here when the two of you have a chance to return.
You remind Asra that there’s no time like the present. At the moment, you’re not really sure what you mean by that. You think that for now, it just means you want to be close to him.
An undercurrent of excitement builds in Asra’s expression.
“I was hoping you might say something like that.”
The two of you shed your layers into something more comfortable and climb into bed like you’ve done so many times before.
But if this was supposed to be routine, why are you so hesitant to relax beside him?
Through the window, the desert moon paints Asra in a different sort of light. You appreciate the shadows and highlights in his features as he expresses that he wants to help you get warmer. He lines up his body with yours, bewildering you once again by the level of comfort you two share and how well you fit against him.
He has so much heat that he’s willing to give you. He would let you have it all, you realize. He would let you have everything he could give him if you only ask.
He breaks your contemplation, drawing your chin up to meet his eyes, which were now a deep indigo in the moonlight. The same color as the carving of the fox he showed you earlier that day.
Take, take, take, he says.
Oh.
Was it wrong to have these reactions to his words? If not, could you even call it right? You had to admit, these days you tire of all this confusion and not recognizing your own feelings towards Asra.
“I just need you,” you say, feeling the meaning behind those words deep in your gut.
And Asra feels it too.
Several emotions race across his features as he inhales and shifts his entire body so that he’s straddling yours. You freeze as his forearms cage your head against the pillow. He draws close, his lips parted, his pale eyelashes dipping in the cool dark.
“You have me.”
Under him. On top of him. Dancing in the desert sunset with him. You don’t care.
You could have Asra any way the universe chooses to give him to you – it would be enough.
Overwhelmed by the thought, you kiss him. You take on his weight and the fullness of his touch. You part your lips and soften your jaw for his. In between the movement and the heated kisses, Asra promises that he’s there to stay. He’s not going anywhere.
The longer the two of you hold onto each other, the lighter you could feel Asra becoming. You wonder if every night after this could be one filled with warm affection and soft confession.
The two of you come to a point where the friction between your restless bodies can no longer be ignored. Asra wants you and you want him back.
“How can I bring you back here?” Asra groans as he kneads his hips between yours. Though you’ve both shed most of your layers, there’s still plenty of fabric in the way. Still, you can feel Asra’s need growing. You can hear the strain in his voice as he tries to hold back so he can process his doubts. Your body craves to be closer, closer, closer… but it’s clear that he needs some kind of reassurance.
It goes against everything your body is telling you, but you ask Asra if he wants to slow down and talk about it. The magician pants and swallows. “We should, shouldn’t we? We should slow down.” Still, he’s gripping your waist and smoothing his own up and down your pelvis and over your thigh.
Then he pauses and shakes his head, blinking some clarity back into his eyes. When he rolls back into the spot beside you, you sigh with a little bit of relief and frustration.
Asra’s eyes are clear and seeking.
“Let’s talk about this.”
Your response is straightforward. You’re going with him this time.
Back to Vesuvia.
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Whump Prompts Collection
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Asphyxia/suffocation:
Whumpee joins an exploration mission that’s being sent into a place where the air is toxic, so he has to wear some kind of breathing gear; the environment and discomfort cause him to lose his mind and rip the gear off, exposing him to the toxic air and damaging the equipment. The others on the mission have to make an awful decision on who to save.
Denied air, then forced to exercise: muzzle your whumpee or otherwise reduce their breathing ability, then force them to exert themselves. For example, whumper could tape whumpee’s mouth shut, then make them run laps until they pass out. Or force them to wear something that reduces their oxygen intake, then do rigorous chores. Imagine a whumpee on their knees, scrubbing the floor as they struggle to breathe, then passing out on the damp floor amid the cleaning supplies. Such a pretty sight for the whumper to behold…
An airless chamber: whumper has a specialized room that’s been sealed to be airtight, perfect for particularly stubborn whumpees, or even just whumpees that are fun to torture. A couple of minutes in that room, and they emerge weak, gasping, willing to submit just so they don’t have to suffer the horror of suffocation again. And then there’s that one whumpee, the one that won’t break no matter how many times they’re shut in that room. Because it’s not what happens to them that will destroy them, but what happens to the people they love…
Claustrophobia:
Whumpee is tossed into a coffin with their crossed arms bound to their chest and their ankles fastened together, then left there for hours in silence. Claustrophobia sets in and whumpee panics and cries out.
Whumpee is confined to a tiny closet and forgotten while whumper is attacked. Whumpee is discovered by the attackers much much later, completely traumatized.
A is injured and needs to have a brain scan. They start to panic at the idea of being enclosed in such a tight space. The only person who can help calm them down is B, and B is not allowed in the room for whatever reason. Then A sees B through the glass and B’s smile and thumbs-up is enough to help them feel better.
Whumpee is forced to wear an iron mask as punishment. The mask can only be unlocked and removed by someone else, so they’re stuck for an entire day (or however long) unable to speak around the bit in their mouth and also short of breath.
Whumper knows about whumpee’s dislike of anything touching his face and forces whumpee to wear a mask that completely hides his face whenever he’s in whumper’s presence. Eventually the mask becomes part of whumpee’s identity.
Curses/magic:
Hero is given the gift of a scarf. What he doesn’t know is that it’s actually a gift from the Villain. He also doesn’t know it’s been cursed and will strangle him when the time comes. It won’t kill him, though—it will keep him just alive enough for Villain to interrogate him.
Hero is chained up in a dungeon. His chains are cursed so that every struggle causes more chains to coil around him. Villain enters the dungeon to find him completely wrapped in chains: around his neck, across his mouth, restricting his chest. Villain is amused and decides to leave Hero like that for a while longer.
Hero’s weapon is cursed so that every use weakens him for a period of time. The more he uses it, the more it weakens him each time and the harder it is for him to recover. Eventually his body begins to fail from how much he’s wielded it, but he won’t rest because he’s too fixated on using his weapon to its fullest potential.
Miscellaneous:
Whumper knows that whumpee is deathly afraid of buzzing insects, so he slathers whumpee in something sticky and sweet and ties him up so he can’t wipe it off. Then he leaves whumpee outside to be tormented by insects until he’s hoarse from screaming.
Whumper ties whumpee up, but not too painfully and not to torture them; no, this time whumper is going to draw all over whumpee’s skin, to let them know who they belong to now. They’ll be whumper’s canvas, whether they like it or not.
Whumper is given a drug that induces hallucinations and is bound to a chair and left in an empty room for hours…whumper returns to find whumpee bloodied from straining to escape and delirious with fear.
Whumper knows that the rescuers are on their way, so he slices whumpee up just enough to cause him lots of pain, then rolls him up in a rug and dumps him in a corner where the rescuers won’t think to look. Whumpee’s only hope is to make enough noise that they investigate.
Alternately, whumper binds whumpee up and gags him so he can’t move or cry out, then tosses him in a corner as above, so that whumpee can only listen as his rescuers pass by without even knowing he’s right there.
Whumpee has been kept underground for as long as he can remember. He’s never seen sunlight, only fire. The earthquake nearly kills him, but he manages to survive. The sunlight on the surface sends searing pain through his entire body, starting with his eyes. He’s blinded, crippled with agony from the overwhelming light. A human voice breaks through the pain: “We finally found you. Welcome to the surface, whumpee!”
Non-human whumpees:
A fae whumpee is exposed to rain that’s been tainted with iron from an iron factory. The water burns his skin like acid. The whumpee has his chemical burns covered with bandages, but the bandages can’t take away the pain…
Sunlight equals torture. Whumpee knows this all too well. After all, he’s a vampire. But whumper has tied him up in a place where the sunlight is intermittent. Every few minutes, the torture stops and his skin can heal a little…but then the sunlight hits him again, and it’s excruciating.
Whumpee squirms as the sun blazes down on them, panicking because they’ll suffocate as soon as the water in the fountain dries up. They need water to breathe. All merfolk do. But whumpee is chained up and can’t escape. Whumper laughs as whumpee tries to get free. “My little fish out of water. I’ll let you go…as soon as you let me harvest your scales.”
Aerosolized poison for inhuman creatures: poison your whumpees with aerosolized versions of the substances that most afflict them. For example, whumper (maybe a hunter in this case) traps the werewolf whumpee in a chamber rigged with canisters of aerosolized wolfsbane. Or whumper could poison a fae whumpee with an iron-based gas. (Not sure how that would work. Just thinking on the spot here.) Imagine the inhuman whumpee trying to survive by wearing breathing protection, then having it ripped off when whumper attacks them.
Weather/environment:
One of whumpee’s regular tasks is to take care of the garden, which they don’t mind, as it allows them to spend hours outside, away from whumper. They dread rainy days because it means they’re stuck in the house with whumper and can’t escape outside. It’s been storming for days and whumper is in a particularly nasty mood, which means that whumpee is about to suffer even more, and they’re already not in good shape…
Caretaker is desperately searching for whumpee in the rain, but whumpee is nowhere to be found. The rain is getting worse and worse and caretaker is about to give up…but then they spot something in the grass. It’s a leg. No, a whole body. Whumpee’s body. Whumpee is unresponsive, their eyes glazed, their skin ashen. Caretaker sees that they’ve just about drowned from exposure to the downpour, and it might be too late…but caretaker is going to save whumpee, no matter what.
Whumpee is locked up in a tower that’s crumbling into ruin. Whenever it rains, the roof leaks and puddles of water form on the floor. They can’t escape the damp and are left to try to protect themselves with whatever they can find in the tower. After a bad storm, whumper comes to get them, only to find that whumpee has gotten dangerously sick from the cold and wet and needs help. But whumper refuses to call a doctor…
Usually prisoners are kept in the dark. This time, whumpee is kept outside in a wooden cage. Their only relief from the sun comes at night…but night is when whumper lets them out to torture them. And every time whumpee is thrown back in the cage, they can’t escape from the heat and light. A cold cloth on their bruises would be heavenly. But they can only dream about it as they wait for nightfall…
Whumpee is barefoot and lost in a pine forest. Cold and exhausted, they can only stumble forward in the dimming light, feet scratched and bleeding from stepping on countless pine needles. And whumpee has nothing except the shirt on their back to bandage their feet…
While hiking alone, whumpee slips and falls down a small cliff, gashing their side on a sharp rock. Exhausted and bleeding, whumpee can only lie in the gathering darkness and hope someone comes looking for them. To distract themselves, they start reciting all the song lyrics they can remember. As they’re slipping into unconsciousness, they hear a strange echo of the song they’re humming. It’s caretaker, blasting the song as they search for whumpee in the dark.
A thunderstorm hits when whumpee doesn’t expect it, when they’re out on a walk to clear their head and don’t have shelter. Lost in the driving rain and hail, whumpee has no choice but to shelter in the first place they find: an abandoned shed. The next morning, caretaker finds their bruised and soaked body in the one place they hoped whumpee would never find.
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BILLY — Kim Taehyung (3)
Synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?
Pairing: yandere!Taehyung x f!reader
genre: angst, horror, weirdly some fluff lol
Warnings: dark themes, yandere, stalking, manipulation, conditioning, mentions of abuse, suicidal ideations/attempts, self harm, murder, depictions of torture etc (basically its gorey and fucked up), angel trap, etc stabbing and guns. do not read if triggered!!!!
wordcount: 2.2k
taglist: @yes-sol-not-soul @yoongiofmine
a/n: pt 3 is here!! honestly i wasnt expecting this amount of support as i’ve never published my writing before so thank u sm ♡ i was inspired to write this one night and i had no idea where it’d go or anything but i’m happy with the way its turning out :D fun fact abt me, i’ve been obsessed w the franchise since i was little and i actually have 2 saw tattoos, one of billy and one above saying “cherish your life” since that’s pretty much the motto of saw :) and i have quite the collection of saw/billy items so why not turn my fav horror film into a fucked up love story! let me know if u would like to be added to the taglist and pls enjoy reading^^ feel free to send me asks abt the series or anything u want~ i love hearing from u guys!! :D ps— taehyung and the reader dont have much interaction in this part,, theyll definitely be more of them together in part 4 :) unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!! tysm <33 and remember these are fictional characters and do not represent bts personally in any way!!
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part one part two
The headlines constantly named the Jigsaw Killer, Billy. The somewhat eerie little doll that had a face as white as a Calla Lily with spirals on it’s cheeks as red as the blood that was shed during the tests. Billy was always dressed in a little black suit with a red bowtie and he was (most of the time) situated on a squeaky battered tricycle. Attached was always a tape that read “play me” and when the subjects did, a chilling voice— one that could make even the world's worst predators shiver with terror— would echo around the room.
Everyone knew that a doll clearly wasn’t responsible, yet they gave it the name Billy in hopes to somewhat humanise the face that instilled panic— they did not want to live in fear.
It was the only face behind the killings.
But this time, there was a different subject stuck in the test and Billy had made sure there was no way for them to survive.
“How are you scared of heights? You’re practically a giant yourself!”
“Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I can’t be scared of heights Y/Nie.”
You had no idea how long had passed since Taehyung had turned up at the garage, you were too busy chatting away squeezed into the kitchen while your Dad, Yoongi and Hobi worked on the cars in the shop. If anyone could hear you both, they would think you’d known eachother since childhood— the playful jokes and light touches exaggerated that.
You’d only known him for a few hours really, if you added the time spent with him on the first day and now. It hadn’t seemed like all those weeks ago that you first met, he had a familiar presence, as though you had known him for years compared to the hours.
“I just wouldn’t imagine you to be scared of anything Taehyung… you seem so confident and fearless.”
You saw the way Taehyung looked at you. His eyes flashed with understanding.
“I did have my fears back then, much like yours.”
“What do you mean?” you had a rough idea on what he meant but you needed him to voice it.
A deep inhale and the words flowed from his lips before he could stop it, “The fear of living. I had been through some stuff you know, growing up. My mum was working a lot and my dad was an alcoholic, he was so fucking possessive and wouldn’t let her go anywhere without kicking off. It was a fucking shitshow and so toxic. This one time though, I’d pretended that I’d gone to school and waited outside the front door. It didn’t take long before I heard shit getting smashed and my dad shouting.” Taehyung was telling the truth only, he left out the part where he was also as possessive, if not more, than his father. Well, let's say… obsessive. “I just ran in the house and saw my dad towering over my mum and I don’t remember what happened but, I do remember my mum crying and my dad disappeared.”
Now Taehyung was lying through his teeth. He remembered clearly, almost like it was yesterday. He smashed the nearest bottle, pulled his mother away from the monster that scared her and stabbed him. Not just once, not twice but thirty-seven times. Hence the thirty seven tattoo on the palm of his right hand (the one he’d actually killed his father with). There was only Taehyung who knew what it meant, he counted every single time the broken glass pierced his father’s body, he counted with a smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat.
You were at a loss for words. Your mouth gaped in shock, eyes wide and your brain scrambled for the right thing to say. You reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. His thumb running back and forth along your hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.” There was no way you could relate, your mother and father were happy and in love. They had the ideal relationship, one you wished for yourself. You could empathise though.
“You don’t need to be sorry baby, it’s in the past and I’ve moved on from it. I was like you though, poisoned by the roots that keep you on the ground even though you wanted nothing more than to break free and be no longer.” A silence fell over you both before Taehyung uttered, “I wasn’t successful with my attempt so now I’m here to help you.”
Warmth spread throughout your body, a smile graced your features as you no longer felt alone.
You had a completely different idea to what those words actually meant.
It was nearing the evening when Taehyung’s car had been fixed. Yoongi popped his head in the kitchen to tell him but stopped himself so as to not interrupt the scene before him. You were laughing along to whatever Taehyung was babbling about with your hand resting on his bicep, with that look in your eyes that he hadn’t seen for years. Yoongi felt himself smile as he saw you hanging onto Taehyung's every word.
For the first time in forever, you looked alive.
Yoongi cleared his throat which drew yours and Taehyung’s attention, “Sorry to interrupt guys. We’ve finished with your car so whenever you’re ready we’ll be outside.” The infamous gummy smile overtook his features, you felt yourself beam in return.
“Thanks man! I’ll be like, five minutes.”
Yoongi nodded his head in reply and swiftly left the room.
You’d taken Tae’s hand into yours, playing with the array of rings that occupied his fingers. Solemn thoughts overtook, am I not gonna see him again? Was this, whatever this is, over before it had even begun? Your eyes stayed on his hand as you turned it over and traced your finger over the inked ‘thirty seven’ on his palm. “What does this mean?”
Taehyung didn’t think twice before he practically beamed out, “It’s my lucky number.”
The difference was, it wasn’t really his lucky number… although he did see it that way. It was the number that had stayed with him. It was something he was proud of, whenever he looked at the hand that killed his father, his chest filled with pride and a joyous feeling overtook his senses. It was his first murder. Something he relished in and thus, created the onslaught of Jigsaw killings. He targeted a certain type— those whose sins would lock them up forever if they were ever found out. Racists, murderers, rapists, drug dealers, con-men. Authoritative figures who abused their power. He even went as far as subjecting suicidal people.
You see, things aren’t sequential. Good doesn’t lead to good, nor bad to bad. People who steal, don’t get caught, they live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected.
Some people would call it karma but Taehyung, he called it justice.
He’d started this with one thing on his mind— those that don’t appreciate life do not deserve it.
Whenever a serial killer was on the loose, the press did what they always did. They gave them a nickname. While the public had named the doll Billy. The actual killer was named ‘Jigsaw’.
This stemmed from the jigsaw piece that was cut from the victims skin, no one knew why he was doing it or what it even stood for.
It did have a meaning although unknown to the public.
The jigsaw piece that was cut from the subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.
After all, until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.
Across town an underground abandoned warehouse, was where the next subject had found themselves.
They were suspended in the air, their feet merely dangling above the ground. The putrid smell of death lingered in every crevice, the sound of rats scurrying along the concrete floor filled their ears just as they began to stir awake.
A pain in their ribs was the overwhelming factor to them finally coming around. When they groggily opened their eyes, they were paralised with fear due to the scene in front of them.
A doll sat a few feet ahead, perched upon a tricycle. Adorned with a black suit and a red bowtie. A slow red light flashed in his eyes.
Billy.
Before the subject could even register how, when or why they found themselves trapped in a test, footsteps echoed behind them. The subject called out, “Help! Please, somebody help! I shouldn’t be here!”
A tsk reached their ears, as a disembodied voice replied, “Trust me, no one can hear you. Scream all you like. You’d just be wasting your breath, you may as well cherish it before it's gone.”
With hairs stood on end, the subject stilled. “What do you want from me?”
“I don’t want anything from you.” The man's footsteps grew louder. “I’m here to serve justice, that’s all.”
The man rounded the subject, settling in their view with only his cloaked back visible while he tended to the little doll. He touched Billy delicately—like he was a little child that he loved dearly. He combed his gloved hand through the doll's black hair and eventually pulled his fingers from the tresses to pat his head gently.
“You fucking psycho! Let me go!”
He couldn’t help but laugh at that which only infuriated the subject more causing them to shake in anger, a movement they soon ceased when they realised something was penetrating their ribs.
“I’d be very careful if I was you, we wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now… would we?” The cloaked figure spun around. An angry glint to his eye.
“What the fuck, you’re fucking crazy. Let me out, this isn’t right!” The subject tried their hardest to swing their legs, to somehow kick the man who’d imprisoned them.
“I think you’ll find it is right. You’re unworthy of the body you possess.” He inched closer, “see, when someone purposely intends to harm others, they lose their right to life.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
The man arched a brow as he replied, “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He felt like it was a game of cat and mouse except, he was a tiger and his subject, was the tiniest prey to mankind. “But, let me remind you! Since you can’t get your thick fucking head to work. You’re a liar, a cheater and an abuser. That ring any bells?”
The subject's face dropped.
“Ah, I see by your expression you know exactly what I’m talking about! Glad to see we’re on the same page.” He shrugged his cloak off placing it to the side of the doll. “I want to play a game.”
“What game? This isn’t a fucking game! You’re sick in the head you fucking cunt!”
The atmosphere shifted, the man remained calm while the subject went ballistic.
“What is this? What fucking game?”
“You feel the machine that’s currently occupying your ribs? Well, in about ten minutes that’s going to rip you apart. I’m proud to say that trap is my baby. I’ve been working on it especially for you! How nice is that?” he reached out to tug at the subject’s legs, tormenting them like a cat would a mouse. “Anyway, as my beautiful angel trap will rip you apart, my darling little friend Billy over here,” the subject followed the direction the man's hand pointed, “is going to match your face with the ugliness of your soul.”
“Fuck, fuck this! How do I stop it? Tell me how I fucking stop it!”
A boxy grin overtook the man's face, laughter poured from his mouth as he leaned over and slapped the subject’s leg. “This is a special game.”
“Who are you? What do you mean by ‘special game’?”
He raised himself so he stood tall and grabbed a knife from his pocket, “I’m the man you call Jigsaw.” He traced the tip of the knife along the subject’s ankle, “and when I say a special game… I mean you can’t get out.” While the subject was screaming in realisation, Taehyung walked back for his cloak, hung it over his shoulder and stalked off back the way he came. He sent one last smile to the subject as he rounded them and within the blink of an eye, he gripped the knife and slashed the subject’s achilles.
A chilling scream pierced the eerie atmosphere, the subject couldn’t string words together. Abundances of anxiety, terror and pure panic took reign of their body. Taehyung grabbed the injured muscles and forced his gloved fingers in as he gripped and twisted them, “That’s for Y/N.”
Taehyung had pressed the timer before he cut the subject’s tendons. He grabbed the tape from his pocket and threw it on the ground and with a chuckle he shouted, “Game over!”
Before he reached the end of the hallway, he heard the gunshots pierce his subjects face followed by the sound of the angel trap, even this far away Taehyung heard every crack of the ribs and the noise of the body being tore apart.
Without looking back, Taehyung rounded the corner and slammed the door shut.
He’d chosen the Angel trap for the irony, the subject that was currently hanging from the ceiling was no angel. They were a fucked up, evil, waste of space. Taehyung had done the world a favour, he’d done you a favour.
That got him thinking, how much blood would you shed in order to stay alive?
[a/n: who do we think was in the trap???👀]
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