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She's My Religion | Lily Evans x Fem!Reader
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷
Pairing: Lily Evans x Reader
WC:8,636
CW: mentions of abuse, self-doubt, cursing, little bit of homophobia and use of homophobic slur, use of the word Mud-Blood (not used by reader), use of Y/N, Reader is implied to be a Slytherin but not directly specified, mentions of violence, death threats, It’s kinda angsty, but cute at the end.
Author's Note: I’ve never wrote for Lily so I’m sorry if this is out of character or something idk I tried this is also the longest fic I’ve written I didn’t mean for it to be this long😅.
Summary: What happens when Sirius Blacks little sister and Regulus Blacks twin sister starts to fall for the intelligent and beautiful Lily Evans?
I made this cute little mood board idk I just love this tbh
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Y/N Black had always been seen as the colder Black out of her and her two brothers and that was saying something especially considering her twin, Regulus.
Regulus and her had been close their whole lifes. Their eldest cousin Andromeda would say they were thick as thieves. Always doing everything together refusing to go or do anything without the other.
But after years of abuse from their partners and then it only getting worse when their older brother Sirius left she closed up, to the point of even icing Regulus out to an extent.
When Regulus made the choice to mend the bond between him and Sirius, Y/N made it clear that she wanted no part in it.
In Y/N’s eyes Sirius didn't care, he didn't love her. She knew he didn't. If he did, why would he leave them? Why would he leave her? Especially with those people.
Sirius had always protected Regulus and Y/N as much as he could. He would take punishment, sneak them food if they were forced to go without.
Eventually protecting them ment having Regulus go to The Potters with him when there was talk of an arranged marriage for Regulus.
Regulus left 12 Grimmauld Place during winter break in their 5th year, Y/N being left once again.
At that point she'd separated herself from everyone who'd cared for her, admittedly it was mostly her brothers but also the few friends she and Regulus shared.
Sirius had tried many times to talk to Y/N but she never budged, she'd rarely spare him a glance. He was shattered, Sirius felt as if he'd lost his baby sister.
Regulus took it worse not that he'd admit that to anyone who wasn't Sirius. He had hoped that she'd forgive them at some point and that she'd join them or at the very least understand why they left but she didn't.
Y/N wouldn't speak, look, or even be in the same room as Regulus if she could help it.
Regulus lost his twin, his other half, his life line and she didn't even seem to care.
But she did care she cared so fucking much.
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Despite Y/N being cold and dark to those around her, she was smart.
Some would say smarter than Regulus, definitely smarter than Sirius.
So it came as no surprise to her when the summer between her 5th and 6th year Y/N got word that she was to join the 7th year potions class.
Honestly she didn't care, Walburga was as pleased as she could be and Orion unsurprisingly couldn't care less.
But that's how she found herself being in the potion class the year above and being assigned partners with her.
Lily Evans.
Y/N didn't know much about Lily other than she was friends with her brother and his friends, she was smart, a Gryffindor and muggle-born.
Now Y/N didn't care for blood statues. It never made sense to her, the hatred that so many purebloods held for half-bloods or muggle-borns.
It all seemed barbaric and honestly a waste of time.
So, no Y/N didn't care that she was partnered with someone who was a muggle-born.
She did care however that she was partnered with a friend of Sirius's. And it wasn't just a friend that he would see around and chat up with sometimes no, they were close friends.
This was going to be a problem.
“Hi, I’m Lily! Your Siris’ and Regs’ little sister right?”
Lily stuck out her hand for you to shake with one of the brightest smiles you think you've ever seen.
You simply roll your eyes and dismiss her hand shake.
“I prefer to be called by my name, Y/N, rather than being referred to as Sirius and Regulus' sister.”
Lily drops her hand and her smile falls just a tad, not enough for most people to notice, but you did.
“Of course. I'm sorry, truly.”
“It's fine Evans.”
You say coldly, giving your undivided attention to Slughorn.
The rest of class was spent taking notes mostly with Lily attempting to make small talk every so often. You ignored her for the rest of the class.
You knew Lily was only trying to be nice but you also knew she was only trying to be nice so she could bring up your brothers.
And talking about them was one of the last things you wanted to do.
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Days started to pass turning into weeks, weeks turning into months.
You and Lily had been cordial.
You tried your best not to be completely rude to her since she always tried to make small talk and she was kind to you.
You actually grew quite fond of her over time but you didn't think that the two of you were friends by any means.
But you were acquaintances.
And you did like being in her presents.
It had been three months since school had started and Slughorn had announced that there was a project that was due in 2 weeks, right before christmas break would start and you were to work on it with your partner.
You sighed and looked to the side to see a smiling Lily.
You weren’t upset that you had to do a project with Lily considering she was very smart and you liked being around her, but you were upset knowing that you'd have to spend time with her after class and knowing that where she goes her friends were not far most of the time.
Which meant there was a possibility of seeing her friends, which meant a possibility of seeing Sirius and or Regulus more than you'd like.
“Okay Evans we’ll meet at the library after classes are done so we can just get this done. Please refrain from bringing your friends.”
Lily knew what you meant by that, you were asking her to keep Sirius and Regulus away from you.
Lily chuckled and shook her head.
“They go where they please.”
Translation. She couldn't stop either of them, more specifically Sirius, even if she wanted to.
“I see. I'll see you later Evans.”
You sigh once more gathering your things to walk away.
“Bye Y/N.”
It always caught you off guard when she would call you by your first name instead of your surname.
First names were meant for friends, yet she never called you Black.
She only ever called you Y/N, as if you were good friends.
You supposed that was just the type of person Lily was. She was nice to everyone unless they gave her a reason not to be.
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After classes you find yourself entering the library. You were expecting to have to wait for Lily but to your surprise she beat you there.
You walk to the table she was occupying, setting your things down.
Once she notices you she looks up from her seat smiling at you.
She had a very beautiful smile, one that made you feel your heart skip a beat for a moment. But you chose to ignore the feeling, deciding, hoping, it meant nothing.
“How were your classes Y/N?”
Lily asked with genuine curiosity in her eyes.
Did she actually care? She couldn't possibly care about my day. No, she didn't care, she was just asking to be polite. That was all. You tried to convince yourself.
“It was fine… How about you?”
Lily then went on about her day. She told you her favorite thing she learned that day, a joke her friend Mary told her that made you actually crack a small smile.
You couldn't help but hold on to every word that came out of her mouth.
Without you even realizing it Lily talking was easily becoming your favorite part of the days that followed.
You spent every day that week meeting with Lily at the library and you realized you actually really liked spending time with her. She had managed to make you smile a few times which was a rare sight.
Lily had this light to her that you couldn't describe. She was just everything good in the world.
She was funny, smart, sweet, kind, beautiful and you wanted to spend every moment you could with her.
You realized as the weekend grew closer you wouldn't have a reason to see her for two days. That bothered you and you couldn't figure out why.
The two of you were working late in the back of the library. The library was practically empty.
“There's a Hufflepuff party tomorrow night. Are you going?”
“No. Parties aren't really something I enjoy. I’m assuming it’s safe to assume you're going?”
You say giving Lily a small smile.
“Yeah. We're all going… you should come.”
You knew what she meant. Sirius and most likely Regulus were going to be there.
Over the week of working with her she would make little suggestions now and then about seeing or talking to your brothers without blatantly saying so.
You just shook your head looking down at the table.
“I'm okay, thank you for the invitation.”
“Okay well, I'm going to Hogsmeade on sunday. Usually no one comes with me since they're all hungover. Would you like to join me?”
You felt yourself stop breathing. You didn't know why you felt this way.
It was just Lily, but you've never spent time with Lily outside of an academic setting.
Was this for the project? Or were you supposed to hang out as friends? Or was it.. More?
Did you want it to be more?
Before you have the chance to answer or contemplate further, your conversation was interrupted.
“Oi, Black! Three blood traitors wasn’t enough for your line? You decided to become one yourself?”
Avery said, making Mulciber laugh.
You look up at them about to get up but Lily grabs and squeezes your hand telling you to let it go.
So you did.
“Aww isn't that cute? You’re shagging the Mud-blood now? Merlin your whole family is full of a bunch of fuckin’ poof-”
Before he can finish his sentence you have him on the ground holding his nose. You felt what some people would refer to as ‘The Black Family Madness’ cloud your mind.
You thought it was just pure fucking anger, but what did you know?
You look down at Avery while having your wand pointing at Mulciber to keep him where he is, not showing any emotion on your face.
“I could kill you, you know? I could kill both of you. Make it look like self defense. ‘Oh i was so scared they cornered me and I- I didn't know what to do. I was scared for my life'.”
You say the last part in a mocking tone you then crouch in front of Avery looking him dead in the eyes.
“No one would even blink if you two died. Did you know that? I won't do it though because I refuse to risk myself being thrown in Azkaban. Especially for the likes of you, do you know why? It’s simple really, both of your lives put together don't even measure up to mine alone in terms of importance.”
You stand up straight looking at both of them.
“Now you're going to apologize to Evans for caller her such a vile and disgusting name, and if you don’t I will have a letter send to my mother by the end of the night about how I walked in on you two shoving your tongues down each other's throats and how I ‘just don't know what to do!’ and then we can see how your fathers react to just the idea of having ‘poofs’ inside they're line.”
You give them a small smirk while Avery and Mulciber look at each other debating if they're willing to have a rumor like that go around especially since it was a lie.
“And if you think my mother won't believe me. I reassure you, she will. Why would I lie? It wouldn’t benefit me as far as she's concerned and I am as close to a ‘perfect’ child as she'll ever get and if it comes out that the two of you might be shagging then the dirty looks get taken off The Black Family’ and move to The Mulcibers’ and The Averys’. So let's play this one smart boys.”
That seemed to convince Avery enough that he stands up and looks at Lily and forces out an ‘I’m sorry.’
Mulciber is a little more hesitant. You send a Stinging Jinx Mulcibers way, he falls to his knees with a small hiss and looks at Lily.
“I'm sorry Evans, really really sorry.”
Mulcibers cried out
“Now. You're both going to leave Evans alone. You are going to keep her name and both of my brothers' names out of your mouths. Am I understood?”
You say with no emotion on your face once again.
They both let out quiet ‘yes’s’ while scrambling to leave.
After the ‘Madness’ had cleared from your mind it hit you what you did. You didn't feel bad about what you did but you realize you did it all in front of Lily.
You don't even look at her as you start to gather your things.
“I’m sorry Evans, really. I-I should go.”
You ramble out while trying to walk away. Lily grabs your arm stopping you in your tracks.
“I won't lie and say I agree with what you did, but I don't blame you. I also appreciate you standing up for me. I'm not mad or scared of you Y/N.”
“I should have never done that in front of you. I'm sorry, really.”
“It's okay. I promise. Lets stop working tonight, yeah?”
You nod at Lily.
“Yeah. Okay”
“So about Hogsmeade?”
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You were sitting by the entrance of Hogwarts looking down playing with the matching serpent ring that Regulus had got for you and him a few birthdays ago.
You've never taken it off.
You were just wearing some plain jeans and a jumper you had stolen from Sirius years ago. You find yourself wearing it when you think you might need moral support and you didn't know why but you felt a need to wear it today.
No matter how hurt you might be from your brothers leaving, you still loved them so much. You didn't necessarily blame them for leaving the house or the family, you just wish they were still with you.
You’re taken out of your thoughts when you hear footsteps coming your way.
You look up and forget how to breathe for a moment.
There she was. Lily fucking Evans walking towards you she was wearing a white long sleeve shirt and a plaid skirt it was so simple but she looked amazing.
Why are you feeling like this? Why does it feel like every time you're in her presents you feel like you can't breathe?
You've never felt this way before.
“Hey Y/N ready to go?”
“Yes.”
You felt like your words were stuck in your throat.
She was just so fucking beautiful.
You didn't talk much on your walk to Hogsmeade. You were too caught up in your head and Lily had noticed that.
“Are you okay Y/N?”
“Yes, I'm fine. How was your party last night?”
You asked, trying to change the subject. LIly knew what you were doing and she let you get away with it.
“It was actually a lot of fun. It would have been a lot more fun if you were there.”
Lily said, sending you a smile.
You just rolled your eyes playfully with a small smile of your own, letting Lily go on about the things that happened. She told you everything that had happened as if she didn't want you to feel left out. You didn't realize how much a little act like that could make your heart speed up a bit.
By the time you had gotten to Hogmaede Lily was laughing at a story about something her friend Marlenne had done, you were just smiling. Whether you were smiling at the story or at her laugh you didn't know and you didn't want to think about it. You just wanted to enjoy the time with her.
At some point Lily grabbed your hand holding it as you went through multiple shops, you tried not to pay too much attention to how her hand felt in yours. There were a few disagreements here and there when you insisted on paying for the things she wanted.
She in her words 'didn't want you to waste your money’ and you just responded with ‘it's not a waste if it's you.’
She finally stopped fighting you after you told her that you loved spending money on things you knew your mother and father wouldn't agree with. It was one of your little acts of rebellion. Which was true but a part of you also just wanted to spoil her.. But she didn't have to know that.
By the time you two had gotten back to the castle it was almost dark. You walked Lily to the Gryffindor tower still holding her hand.
“You know you could come in right? They want to see you.”
Lily said, squeezing your hand gently to reassure you.
Since the school year started and you wouldn't talk to Regulus he stopped coming down to the dungeons if he could help it, he started to stay in the Gryffindor tower. So other than the few classes you shared and the occasional glances across the great hall you haven't seen your twin in months.
It killed a part of you but you were still so angry and hurt.
“Me and you both know that's not a good idea.”
You said looking down. Lily was about to disagree when the portrait opened out walking James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and last but not least both of your brothers.
You could hear a pin drop in the corridor outside of the Gryffindor common room.
Sirius and Regulus stare at you without saying a word. No one moves, no one says anything.
You look back at Lily with your jaw clenched and drop her hand, putting your hands in your pockets. You didn't miss the hurt that flashes through her eyes but you didn't focus on it. You just had to get out of there.
“I'll see you later Evans, Yeah?”
You say to Lily mustering up a very small smile at her so she knew you were not upset with her.
You started to walk away not even acknowledging the presents of anyone else. You do your best to keep walking away ignore the sound of talking down the hall, trying your best to not spare your brothers another glance
You just weren't ready to talk to them and you didn't even know if they actually wanted to talk to you.
So you just continue walking to the dungeons
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The next day Lily rushed into potions class, saying how sorry she was and explaining that she didn't know that was going to happen. It was all just poor timing.
All you could do was smile at her and reassure her that you didn't blame her.
You knew she wouldn't do something like that to you,
As the days passed by getting closer to the middle of the week you and Lily continued to get closer. You both would still meet up after classes in the library to finish up your project, the project that you both knew you could have finished, days ago.
You were coming to expect that you possibly had feelings for the girl but you knew she most likely just saw you as a friend.
You both were packing up for the night, you had finally finished with your project with two days to spare. It was a bittersweet moment.
“Y/N, what are you doing tonight?”
You looked up confused but you had a spark of hope in your chest.
“Nothing, probably go to my dorm, read, sleep… Why?”
“I have rounds tonight till 8:30. Do you want to meet after?”
“Um.. Okay? Yes, I'd like that. Um where should we meet?”
Lily then gave you one of her breath taking smiles obviously excited that you agreed.
“I'll come get you after I'm down, just meet me in front of the dungeons around 9?”
“Okay, Yeah.”
You were caught off guard when Lily walked over to you and hugged you.
The only people to have hugged you were your brothers and even then it had been years. You didn't know what to do for a moment so after some hesitation you hugged her back.
You felt her relax into you for a moment. You could smell her perfume, Strawberries and vanilla.
You reluctantly pulled away after a moment. You could see a light blush on her face and you couldn't imagine that you were any better.
“I'll see you later Evans.”
You say giving Lily a small smile and walking away with your things in hand.
Once you left the library you all but ran to your dorm. Your thoughts consume you.
That was a friend hug right? It had to be. Lily was just nice like that. Are friend hugs supposed to last that long though? You wouldn't know you wouldn't ever let anyone you were friends with hug you.
So then why did you let Lily hug you?
Why did you want to do it again?
Before you knew it it was 8:55 and you were waiting in front of the dungouse. You were still over thinking the hug.
Why was something so simple as a hug throwing you off? It didn't make sense.
You continued to think while absentmindedly playing with your ring. You were so lost in thought that you didn't even notice Lily till she put her hand on yours, stopping you from fidgeting.
You look at her and smile slightly.
“Where exactly are we going Evans?”
You ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Now why would I tell you that? Come on.”
Lily gave you a smirk and grabbed you hand leading you to wherever she was taking you. You couldn't help but blush at her holding your hand but you didn't pull away or protest it.
You let out a little chuckle when you finally realized where Lily was leading you.
“Really Evans? The astronomy tower? Seems a little cliché doesn’t it?”
You say with a teasing voice all Lily does is roll her eyes at you as you make it to the top of the tower.
When you get there you see that a few blankets and pillows are lying out.
You just blush again and Lily drags you over and has you sit with her in the pile of blankets and pillows.
“So why here?”
You ask leaning back on your hands.
“It’s just one of my favorite places. I like the stars.”
She says with a little shrug.
“Do you know about Cassiopeia?”
You ask, looking at her as she looks into the sky. Lily just shrugs and looks at you.
“Admittedly I’m not very good at astronomy. I would usually have… um Sirius do my work.”
Lily says looking scared that just mentioning your brother will have you running for the hills.
“Cassiopeia was the queen of Ethiopia; she was married to King Cepheus. One day she had angered Poseidon, she claimed that her and her daughter, Andromeda were more beautiful than the daughters of Nereus. So the sea nymphs, Nereids, asked Poseidon to send a monster to destroy King Cepheus's coast. To appease the monster, Cassiopeia and Cepheus chained Andromeda to a rock as a sacrifice, Perseus rescued Andromeda, but Poseidon still punished Cassiopeia, he took her and hung her in the heavens. Cassiopeia sits on her throne, but during part of the year, she appears upside down in the sky.”
Lily looks at you slightly shocked.
“How do you just know that?”
You chuckle and shake your head lightly.
“Evans, I’m a Black. It’s basically a requirement to know about the stars.”
“Okay fine, tell me about that one.”
She says point at a random constellation.
You tell her about every constellation or star she points at for a while, not noticing that the two of you have subconsciously been moving closer and closer. Eventually your shoulders are touching hands brushing against each other every so often.
“Okay how about that one?”
She pointed at one of the clusters of stars you hoped she wouldn’t have pointed out.
Then again it was bound to happen.
“Canis Major the ‘great dog’ it’s built around Sirius, the Dog Star, the brightest star in the sky.”
You say looking down, playing with the ring on your finger.
There’s a silence for a moment, it’s not awkward but not necessarily comfortable either.
“They miss you, you know?”
Lily says, looking at you.
“I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
You say not looking at her at all.
A part of you knew you couldn’t look at her because if you did you’d tell her anything she wanted to know.
“They really do. Sirius and Regulus ask me how you're doing all the time Y/N.”
Lily says grabbing your hand to stop you from playing with your ring once again.
“Lily please.”
You say looking up at her.
Your breath gets stuck in your throat for a moment once you realize how close the two of you are.
You're so caught up in the moment, so captivated by the most beautiful pair of green eyes you've ever seen that you didn't even notice.
You didn't even notice that you called her Lily. Not Evans.
Just Lily.
“You know you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen?”
Lily says, staring at your eyes.
“Funny. I was thinking the same thing.”
You said with a new found confidence. Lily looks down at your lips for a moment and then you both start to lean in slowly.
“Ooooo naughty naughty.”
You both jump at the sound of the most annoying Poltergeist known to man.
After a few minutes of Lily somehow convincing Peeves to not tell on us for being there. You found yourself walking Lily to the Gryffindor common room hand in hand for the second time in a week.
“I hope you had fun tonight, I’m sorry Peeves kinda ruined the night.”
Lily said, stopping in front of the entrance to her common room.
“It's not your fault. You didn't know he would be there. I still had a good time.”
She just smiled at you, not letting go of your hand.
“I had a lot of fun too.”
You desperately didn't want the night to end but you didn't know how to express that. You weren't blind you could tell Lily most likely had some kind of feelings for you. There was just a part of you that was still so scared of being rejected or left.
“It's getting late so we should go to bed.”
You say ruining your thumb over her knuckles.
“What if I said I didn't want to go to bed yet?”
Lily said, stepping closer to you.
You just smile and let out a little sigh looking her in the eyes.
“I would then say that as much as I don't want this night to end, we've already been caught once and it's late, we have class tomorrow and I wouldn't want to see you tired… though under different circumstances I would love to see you tired.”
You say to her while smirking at her with confidence that you didn't know you had.
Lily just looks at you speechless blushing more than you think you've ever seen her before. You then dare to kiss her cheek softly.
“Goodnight, Lily.”
You whisper while sending a small smile towards her, not waiting for a response you start to walk away.
This had been one of the best nights of your life.
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Even though you had finished your projects you and Lily found yourselves still meeting in the library after classes leading up to break.
You both had been more affectionate in your own ways, Lily had started bringing you little snacks and water because she thought you didn't eat enough or drink enough water.
You were just constantly holding her hand or hugging her when you got the chance. It didn't go farther than that physically but you two started shamelessly flirting more often.
Finally it was the day before everyone would leave for christmas break you had just turned in your project to Slughorn.
You were gathering your things to leave for the next class when you were hit with an idea.
“Lily, do you want to.. Maybe hang out tonight?”
You asked nervously while a faint blush took over your face. You don't know why you're so nervous. You had hung out with Lily so many times at this point, it should feel normal.
She smiled at you and nodded.
“Yeah. I'd like that.”
“Okay. meet me at the astronomy tower. Around 8?”
“Really Y/N the astronomy tower? How cliché.”
Lily says in a teasing tone.
“Hahaha, just meet me there okay?”
You gave Lily’s hand a little squeeze, sending her a smile.
After classes that day you got together a little picnic basket of all the candies and food that Lily had told you she liked at one point or another.
You had gone and set everything up so you went back to your dorm to change into your favorite outfit. Finally it was time to meet Lily you found her eventually and smiled at how beautiful she looked.
“So where are we going?”
Lily asked as you walked up to her.
“Wouldn't you like to know?”
You say sending her a small smirk as she rolled her eyes.
“Yes I actually would.”
“You'll find out soon, calm down.”
You say grabbing her hand and leading her up to the third floor of the astronomy tower, you then let go of Lily’s hand walking in front of the blank wall while Lily looks at you curiously.
Soon the door for the Room of Requirements appears and the look Lily gives you is priceless.
“Is this the Room of Requirement?”
You nod while opening the door for her.
“Yeah. I found it in my third year. It's my own little part of the school, where no one can bother me unless I let them. You're the first person I've brought here.”
The room is full of books and a big fireplace with large comfy couches and a record player with all your favorite records next to it.
Next to the fireplace is the little picnic you had set up. Lily lets out a soft gasp as she sees the set up.
You both sit down and look at each other for a while. It's a soft moment, it feels like you both just needed to take each other in for a moment.
“So it's your last christmas here. Are you going home?”
You ask, taking a bite of a chocolate wand after.
“No. We all decided to stay here for our last christmas. Are you staying?”
“Yes. I'd rather spend Christmas in the dungeons then go back to Grimmauld Place.”
You say shaking your head with a sigh.
“Y/N, I know you try to avoid talking about this but just hear me out and if you don't want to talk about it after, I will leave it be, okay?”
You sigh already knowing where this conversation is going but you decided to hear Lily out anyway. You nod your head letting her know that she can continue.
“You said it yourself. This is mine and Sirius’s last Christmas at Hogwart. This is probably the last chance the three of you have to spend a Christmas together. They miss you Y/N, honestly they do. My sister doesn't talk to me anymore because I'm a witch and I miss her everyday. I don't want to see you go through that. I don't want you to regret not seeing your brother when you had the chance.”
You take a moment to think about it. You already knew if you didnt make up with them soon you'd regret it. Hell you already regretted it.
You remembered how heartbroken Narcissa was when she found out that Andromeda had a baby. Narcissa knew she would never be able to meet her niece. You didn't want that. You didn't want your brothers to have families and you not be involved. You knew that if you didnt get over this pettiness that there was a large possibility that that was exactly the path you were heading down.
“Okay. when everyone leaves tomorrow. I'll see them.”
“Really?”
“Yeah Lils. You're right after all. I don't want to not be a part of my brothers’ lives.”
Lily just gives you a hug whispering how proud of you she was.
Lily understood how hard this was for you. She knew you were hurt even if you never flat out said it to her.But it was time for you to get over it before you lost the only family you ever really cared for.
You and Lily spend the rest of the night talking and laughing. For a moment you forget the anxiety that will consume you tomorrow.
You'll be fine. As long as you have Lily by your side you know you'll be fine.
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You waited at the entrance of the Gryffindor common room anxiously playing with the ring on your finger.
Why did you agree to this? Were you really ready to face your brothers? What if they hated you? What if they wanted nothing to do with you?
You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn't even notice your favorite red head till she touched your hands stopping you fidgeting with your ring one again.
You looked up at her, the anxiety obvious on your face.
“They want to see you. I promise.”
She gives you a comforting smile keeping her hand on yours.
“What if I fuck this up? What if I lose them for good?”
You feel the burning behind your eyes trying not to cry.
“They love you so much Y/N. All you have to do is try.”
You nod, keeping Lily’s hand in yours letting her lead you into the portrait of Elizabeth Spriggs aka ‘The Fat Lady’.
Once you walk into the common room you notice it seems uncharacteristically quiet.
You look and see two matching sets of gray eyes looking at you. You take a deep breath still trying to hold back the tears.
It's been close to a year since you talked to Sirius, quite a few months since you talked to Regulus.
“Sirius, Regulus.”
You say in a neutral voice not making eye contact with either of them.
There's a moment of silence and stillness, a part of you considers running out of the room but before you can act on that though you're being tackled into a hug by your eldest brother. You couldn't help but let a few tears fall as you hold Sirius and you can tell he's crying just the same.
Sirius cups your face with both of hands after a few moments to look at you with tears streaming down his face.
“I'm never letting you go again, you hear? I'm not losing my baby sister again.”
You let out a little sob and hug Sirius again putting your head on his chest.
“Sirius, Y/N why don't we go somewhere with a smaller audience.”
Regulus said in all his stoic glory.
“Yeah. Regs right. We'll go to my room, alright?”
You give a small nod to Sirius then leads you to his shared dorm room while Regulus follows behind.
You honestly didn't even notice the other people in the room until Regulus said something.
It wasn't many people, it was just ‘The Marauders’ as they call themselves and Lily but Regulus knew you would be more comfortable with just you three and you knew Regulus felt the same.
Once you get to Sirius room you look at Regulus for the first time in months.
“I’m sorry Regulus. I really am.”
You say trying to hold tears back once again.
“You ignored me. You ignored me for months Y/N.”
You look down ashamed playing with your ring once more.
“I know Regulus and if I could go back I would but I can’t. I was just hurt. Sirius left and that hurt so fucking much but at least I had you. Then you left, and I understand why you did but then I was just by myself. It nearly killed me to be alone with mother and father.”
You said taking a deep breath.
“I told you to come with me. Why didn’t you come?”
Regulus said with so much hurt in his voice it felt like someone ripped your heart out.
“I was afraid. I was afraid that I was too much like them. That if I would have gone, I would have tainted whatever good you made for yourselves.”
“You are nothing like them. Neither of you are. I made sure of that. Y/N if you were like them you wouldn’t be friends with Lily and Regulus if you were you would have never reached out for help.”
Sirius says while holding you against him once again.
“I really am sorry Reg.”
You look up at regulus with your tear stained face.
Regulus’s eyes softened and before you knew it, Regulus had taken you from Sirius arms and hugged you tighter than you had ever been hugged before but you didn’t mind.
You both cried into each other's arms for the first time in years.
Sirius hugged both of you and for a moment you just sat there in your brother's arms enjoying every second of it.
“So, you and Lily huh?”
Sirius says in a teasing voice. You pushed him away and glared at him.
“Shut up.”
You say with a slight pout. Regulus and Sirius just give each other a knowing look as you roll your eyes and scoff.
“I hate you both. Did you know that?”
“Nah, you love us too much baby sister.”
Sirius says ruffling your hair as you swat his hands away.
“Wait. Is that my jumper?”
“… No. You’re crazy. The Black Family Madness is catching up with you Siri.”
Sirius and you start to argue as if no time had passed. Regulus just smiles at you two feeling grateful to have this back.
You spend the rest of the break with your brothers mostly but also with the marauders and Lily.
You got to know them all.
You took a liking to Remus quickly bonding over your favorite books.
You and Peter got along well enough playing chess together often, since he would insist on rematches because you would continuously beat him.
James admittedly was harder not that you didn’t like him but a part of you had blamed him for Sirius leaving for so long that it was hard to get past that and it showed. It wasn't until christmas eve when James had pulled you aside for a moment when you felt yourself grow comfortable with him.
“You know, you don't have to go back there right?”
“What do you mean Potter?”
You looked at him with raised eyebrows as he sat next to you on the couch you were now occupying.
“You don't have to go back to Grimmauld Place. You could be with your brothers again, I already wrote mum and dad. They said they'd be more than happy to have another Black join the Potters. I mean what's another one, yeah?”
James said with a small smile, lightly bumping your shoulder with his.
“Are you sure? I don't-”
“Yes. I know. You don't want to over step or be a burden and I know you don't think you deserve it, but you do. Merlin's beard, you and your brother are just the same. I will never understand the treatment your parents put the three of you through. But what I do know is that you three deserve good things in your lives. You deserve so much more than what your parents put you through. You are worth so much more than what they made you believe you were. You deserve to be loved, to be safe and to be happy. Y/N you will always have a home with us, plus… I've always wanted a little sister.”
You didn't say anything, you just hugged James and nodded your head.
Off to the side watching the interaction between you and James was your brothers, for the first time in years Regulus and Sirius knew the three of you would be safe and they couldn't be happier.
They liked seeing you interact with the people that they’ve grown close with and getting to see you actually happy every so often was just a bounce.
But your brothers weren’t the only ones who liked it.
Lily loved seeing you interact with all of them.
You seemed so alive.
She’d never seen you act like that with anyone but her. She loved seeing you smile and laugh. She loved seeing you and your brothers truly happy.
This was her favorite Christmas so far.
You had made it her favorite Christmas.
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You felt better than you had in months, no, years.
You had your brothers back and for the first time in years. The three of you were getting along and you knew you would finally be safe.
You also knew it was because of Lily as well.
She was the fire in your darkness, she gave you light, warmth and she felt so happy and safe.
Everything felt good for once. But if you knew anything, you knew that wasn't going to last.
“You don't actually think she loves you do you?”
You turn to see none other than Severus Snape leaning by the entrance to the dungeons. You raise your eyebrow at him questioningly.
You don't really talk to Snape unless it was necessary you never really liked him or the company he kept in recent years. So for him to start any conversion with you was rare.
“What are you on about Snape?”
“Lily.”
He states as if it's obvious.
“What about Lily?”
Your interest obviously peaked at hearing the name of your favorite Gryffindor.
“She'll never love you. She loves Potter.”
He says in a monotone voice. You scoff rolling your eyes.
“I don't know why I'm bothering with this nonsense.”
You turn to walk away muttering to yourself.
“She and Potter kissed, you know. The other week, at a Hufflepuff party. I saw them. Potter has been pining for Lily since our first year. It seems he finally got what he was after.”
You stood there shocked, confused, frozen with your jaw now clenched.
That couldn't be true. Lily wouldn't do that and if she did she'd tell you right? I mean you were… whatever you are, right?
And James wouldn't do that. He had all but flat out asked you to be his sister.
Snape was lying, he had to be. He was spreading lies about Lily. He just had to be. You wouldn't stand for that. You felt ‘The Madness’ creep in once again.
In one swift motion you had Snape pinned against the wall with your wand pointed at his neck.
“You will not speak of Lily again. You will not look at her, speak to her. You will not breathe the same air as her and if you do. I will kill you. Do I make myself clear?”
You say with murderous eyes.
Snape would never admit it but he was scared. He's only ever seen you as cold, emotionless. This was far from emotionless.
“Crystal.”
Snape said, trying to hide his emotions as best as he could.
You walk away without another glance stuck in your head.
He had to be lying right? But why would he lie? Nothing made sense. Maybe he wasn't lying.
Stupid. You were so fucking stupid.
How could you think someone like Lily Evans would like someone like you.
Lily brings life to everything she touches, she was sweet, caring, kind she was fucking perfect.
You were a Black, enough said.
You were angry, mean, rude, it was in your blood to ruin everything you touch.
It wasn't her fault that you thought you might actually have a chance, that you developed a stupid crush, it was your fault for being stupid enough to think that it was ever a possibility.
I mean maybe you and Lily were just friends. Maybe you misunderstood?
You couldn't blame her but that didn't mean it hurt less.
The first person you started putting your walls down for the first time in years obviously didn't care about you the way you cared for her.
So you did what you did best when people would hurt you.
You avoided and ignored her. You managed to avoid Lily for a few days skipping potions class, leaving the library when you would see her walk in.
Sirius was quickly getting irritated with your antics. He had been pestering you as to why you were avoiding Lily but you wouldn’t tell him or Regulus.
If they knew she would find out.
So you just kept avoiding her and avoiding answering any questions your brothers would ask.
Eventually she found you and tried to talk to you which led to you ignoring her. It killed you to see the look on her face but it was necessary to protect yourself. You tried to convince yourself that it would be easier after a week.
It wasn't.
For either of you apparently.
Lily had managed to find you in the library while you were looking for a book to distract yourself with. You had put your guard down for a moment. You didn't even know she was there till she spoke.
“Y/N.”
She had said to gain your attention, when you realized there wasn't anywhere for you to go you decided to just get it over with to stop avoiding your problems for the first time in your life.
You rolled your eyes and sighed looking at her for the first time in a week.
“What the hell do you want Evens? Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend, Potter?”
You say to Lily in a monotone voice looking her in the eyes.
“What are you talking about? I'm not dating James, I don't want him!”
You felt all the anger and insecurity start to cloud your brain. She was lying. How dare she lie to you. You were damned if you were made a fool once again.
“You're such a liar Evans. Snape told me everything about how Potter has been pining for you for years! How he saw you two kiss at the Hufflepuff party! I can't believe I was stupid enough to believe you'd actually like me. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think Potter would actually look at me as a sister.”
You whisper yelled with your jaw clenched while the back of your eyes burned trying to hold back tears.
“Me and James didn’t kiss I swear-”
You scoff, turning to walk away deciding you were done with this conversation, but Lily grabbed you by the arm, tapping you against the bookshelf.
“I didn't kiss James.He's a great friend but nothing more to me, and he does care for you, I know he does. But I don't want him, I want you. I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you. I love everything about you. I love how loyal you are, how even if you didn’t talk to your brother you'd never let anyone speak ill of them. How despite being raised to hate someone like me you never held something as stupid as my blood statutes against me. I love how smart you are. How you cover your smile when you laugh. How your eyes light up when youre reading a book you enjoy. How when you get anxious you play with your ring. Everything. Can’t you see that?”
You searched her eyes trying to see if there was any lie, but all you saw was the truth. She meant every word and it scared you.
Lily then cupped your cheek wiping away a tear you didn't know was there.
“Why would you want me? I'm cold, rude, cynical and angry all the time. I'm not a great person...”
Lily scoffs playfully while smiling.
“You're no angel but you’re my everything Y/N. To me you light up the room, you don't take shit from anyone, you stand up for what you believe and I hope you'll never change. You showed me that I'm enough. I'll never stop wanting you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”
Lily whispers the last part brushing her nose against yours.
“What if I hurt you?”
You whisper your voice breaking a little.
“You'll probably hurt me a few times and I'll probably hurt you a few times but that's okay as long as we work it out together, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The anger and insecurity finally unclouding your brain letting you take in how close you two are.
Lily's hand is still cupping your cheek while her other hand is on your hip pressing you slightly in the bookshelf while she's pressed against you.
Lily's eyes flicker down to your lips and you nod softly letting her know it was okay.
You both lean in, your lips touching for the first time.
You felt warmth go through your whole body. It was beyond a spark or fireworks. It felt as if a bomb had been dropped on you.
That kiss broke something in you.
But it wasn't bad.
It had broken down every wall that you spent years building up brick by brick.
In just a moment Lily Evans had managed to do something to you, that you and so many other people thought impossible.
She healed a part of you.
Her lips were so soft they felt like silk against yours.
It felt like she was made to be with you.
It's soft and sweet, at first. Then it felt consuming. She was all around you and you didn't want it to be any other way.
You could only feel her, her hand squeezing your hip as your hand was on the back of her head pulling her closer.
You could only smell her cherry and vanilla perfume. It made you dizzy with how intoxicating it was.
You had forgotten that you were in public for a moment that was until you heard a throat clear.
Both of you pulling away with hot faces you look to see a very amused and smirking Remus Lupin.
“Finally. I was afraid neither of you would ever actually make a move. Just wait till Sirius hears about this.”
You groan, throwing your head back against the bookcase while Remus and Lily laugh at your expense.
You never expected for anyone to be able to break down your walls, to fall for someone.
Especially not someone like Lily.
But fuck were you happy that she did.
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May I ask what helped you decide you wanted to convert? For me, there's always been a fascination with Jewish culture that grew into a lot of love for all of the aspects of religion. As a queer person, the celebration of survival against all odds really spoke to me as well as the deep philosophical nit-picking of the Talmud and what god even means. The fact that you even be Jewish and convert as well without even fully believing in god is very meaningful to me.
I haven't started my conversion process yet because the only synagogue near me has some pretty bad politics but I really hope to be able to start one day
Anyway I hope you have a nice day💖
I've had this ask in my inbox for days because I've spent forever just thinking about how to answer it. I'd say it's really two big things that made me want to convert. the first thing being the people around me who were Jewish and had a love for their religion, and the second being my catholic mother.
let me explain the my mother first. I was raised catholic. my mother comes from an Irish catholic family, so from birth to about 8th grade I was raised as a catholic. I never really questioned it any. my dad was lutheran, and even though he wasn't religious, we sometimes went to mass with his parents. and we also had lots of friends who were all different flavors of christian, so I had a pretty diverse experience of what it ment to be christian. but that's the thing, I only knew about christianity. I mean, I knew other religions existed. I knew that other people believed things that were different than the things I believed. I knew there were different traditions and holidays and such. but I knew basically nothing about it until I got to middle school.
I went to a very small catholic school for middle school. I had previously gone to a public elementary school. but at 6th grade, my mother really wanted me to go to the school she went to when she was a kid. it was a tiny little k-8 brick building connected to the local church that couldn't have had more than 200 kids in the entire school. it was basically the same as public school, although the math program was a year ahead so I was doing geometry in algebra 1 in 8th grade instead of 9th. we had a religion class that was basically history revolving around early christianity. I say that because although they said it was the history of Jewish people before Jesus, it was taught in a very christian-centric way.
I wouldn't say it was a bad school. there was never any forced political views. there was an optional field trip to go to the march for life anti abortion thing in DC, and I wanted to go (because I was a stupid kid who had no idea what abortion even was and just wanted to visit DC) but my mom told me I really shouldn't and explained why she's pro choice. I distinctly remember this conversation with her, because it was at that point I realized that christians, even of the same dinomination, have wildly different views, but you aren't really allowed to talk about it.
I can't remember a lot about the school. I just remember that I was bullied a lot. I had severe undiagnosed adhd and autism, plus I was struggling with my own sexuality and gender. although the school wasn't outright homophobic, it wasn't like they were hosting pflag meetings either. so I kinda bottled my emotions up until high school. it was at that time I became an atheist. I was questioning the concept of an all knowing and all loving god who would make a world with so much hate and violence and sadness in it. I couldn't accept that god loved me, knew everything about me, made me the way I am, but also hated me because I was gay and disabled. obviously I wasn't taught this at middle school. but I heard it online from homophobes and ablists using religion to harm others, and I associated this with all christians. I didn't hate christianity, I just didn't want to be a part of it.
so anyway, I was an atheist for a while. for about two years in high school. I wasn't a reddit atheist or an antitheist. I still respected other people's religions. I just didn't believe in any of my own. I was still questioning my gender at this time, and I struggled a lot with grades especially in my freshman year. I finally started going to therapy and taking meds to help focus, and my grades drastically improved my sophomore year. (I just realized that those terms probably mean nothing to non-americans. freshman is first year of high school, or 9th grade. sophomore is second year of high school, or 10th grade. junior is third, or 11th grade. and senior is fourth, or 12th grade)
my mom was always supporting me through all of this. she accepted me with everything that was going on in my life, whether it's religion or sexuality or disability or gender. she was the first family member I came out as trans to. and she has been nothing but supportive and loving for my entire life. she like, the exact opposite of a conservative christian. she uses her religion and her faith to spread love, and not hate. and even though at this point I wasn't a christian, she still supported me because of her being raised as a catholic to love everyone. and she never forced me to go to church or change back to catholicism or anything. she let me do my own thing and supported everything I did.
anyway, I came out as trans during the middle of my junior year. I had just been through a rough breakup with a really nice guy, but he helped me figure out my gender shit and made me realize I could be whatever gender I wanted to be as long as I was happy. we stayed friends for a while after that. but he was a year older than me so we didn't really talk after he graduated. but he helped me realize I was trans. and now I started to feel better and more confident about myself. I made friends with a lot of people online. I specifically made efforts to make friends with all different types of people. I had always been a pretty liberal person and social justice advocate. but I wanted to try and learn more about the world beyond my very limited experience. and either by coincidence or fate, I ended up being friends with a lot of transgender Jews. I spent a lot of time learning about Judaism and what it ment to be Jewish. idk what it was, but I felt a really strong connection to my Jewish friends.
but anyway, I'm going through high school, in my senior year, while also taking night classes at community college. just going about life, taking sociology and psychology, while also being a social justice advocate online. when BOOM, pandemic. everything stopped. I graduated high school, but college switched to online and my grades tanked again. it was just like freshman year, except now I was paying nearly two thousand dollars a semester. so I quit. I would have became a total shut in if I hadn't met some really nice people who lived nearby. they helped me be more confident with my self image and personality. I went out more, safely of course because it was the pandemic. I decided I wasn't going to quit college, but just take a break until in person classes started again. I had a few jobs in retail and restaurants, which all absolutely sucked. and I spent a lot of time meditating and thinking to myself about philosophy. since I had a lot of free time, I read a lot. different religious texts and commentaries on those texts. I started to realize that I was religious, but I just didn't know how. I told my current philosophy to some of my friends, most of whom happened to be Jewish, and they said it sounded very similar to Judaism. so I looked into it. in fall of 2020, I reached out to a local rabbi, and told him I wanted to convert to Judaism. he denied me three times as per tradition, but finally said that if I wanted to be Jewish, I had to make sure it was the right religion for me. I had to study and ready and learn. converting is a long process, and usually takes years. I'm almost two and a half years into my conversion process. and from reading and talking with other Jewish people, I'm learning more every day. I've had times where I've doubted myself. where I felt like I had imposter syndrome, or like it wasn't my choice to convert. it's been hard sometimes. but I haven't given up. I'm staying with it because I truly love Judaism and Jewish people and traditions and culture and the thousands of different approaches to god and faith.
converting is gonna be different for everyone. but in general, it's not easy. and it's not supposed to be. you're not really supposed to convert out of Judaism. you can be a Jewish atheist. but once you're Jewish, you're intended to be Jewish for life. so all that time you spend studying and learning is supposed to make you ask yourself over and over and over again "are you sure". and every single time I've asked myself that question, the answer has always been "yes".
sorry this turned out to be more of a life story than a simple answer as to why I chose to convert. but there is no simple answer. I didn't just wake up one day and decide to be Jewish. it was a long process from the millions of decisions and choices by me and the people around me that lead me to where I am today. in religion, philosophy, art, and life in general, there are no such things as simple answers. so, find beauty in the complexity of the universe.
thank you, anon
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PRIDE MONTH!!! TIPS AND WARNINGS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THIS!!!
!!!!!! *tw for homophobia, violence, weapon ment., gun/firearm ment.* !!!!!!
1, Its okay not to be out!! your safety comes first and foremost! if the closet is where you're safest, mentally and/or physically, its perfectly fine to stay in it! Always be careful about when/who you come out to!
2, Be careful about pride accessories in public! make sure you figure out wether or not the area you are in is safe to show off in! As sad as it may be, some places it just isnt safe to wear your colors! If you think it may not be entirely safe but you still want to wear pride stuff, try small things like small bits of jewelry or pins!
3, Never pick a fight you arent sure you can win! I now most of us are down to throw hands with a homophobe, but always be careful. Don't pick fights if you know/suspect they may have a weapon, especially a firearm! Sometimes its easier to just walk/run away.
4, please remember that in some places, being out/out-ed as trans as a minor could end in legal trouble, please read up on your states/place of residence's current laws regarding the lgbt+ community before doing any major pride stuff!
5, if you are out of the closet but live in an area that isn't safe for you, do not go out alone, especially at night. If you must, arm yourself! pepper spray, knives, hell, even a screw driver or a heavy wrench!
6, Rolling back to #1, YOUR SAFETY COMES FIRST!!
#pride#pride month#gay#trans#lesbian#asexual#aromantic#lgbtq#LGBTQ PRIDE#please add on!!1#tw gun mention#tw weapon mention#tw homophobia#anti gay laws#violence ment tw
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{ this post is entirely ooc }
Hello there! Welcome to this Roleplay Blog out of a million however you might have gotten here. First, something important to get out of the way before getting into the actual intro info:
i am not part nor affiliated with the official BOGGIO team, personally being just a fan of the game / characters, and therefore nothing of which I say or do here should be taken as canon, this is simply a roleplay / parody account of one of their / PHIGHTING!'s characters. I can't possibly know every single detail about, well, anything and will very likely mess things up especially since I don't have a twitter and therefore can't exactly access any twitter posts made about phighting lore and such unless it's directly shared with me. Most of what's here is either taken by Soda's tumblr QnA, the Official Phighting Wiki ( the fandom.com one is outdated ) or my own personal Headcanons.
If you're still here and would like to continue reading this intro then without further ado lets get onto it ( click readmore )
( this is going to be a very long post )
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This is primarily just another silly little RP / Ask / Parody Blog for Medkit from the game PHIGHTING! on Roblox. I'm not exactly the best roleplayer however and might possibly get a tad out of character from time to time if I'm not careful, which I do apologize if that ends up happening.
It might also take me a while to answer and respond to stuff due to the fact that I tend to like to think for a good while before deciding to do so ( or i might just straight up forget / get distracted in which case you are welcome to direct my attention back to it ).
I'll likely also send in some Roblox screenshots and such both IC and OOC. ( with something to differentiate which is which of course )
Although my art's not exactly the best I will likely try to respond with a simple doodle or drawing from time to time because well it's fun to do and I feel that it could make some things seem more interesting and such. :)
Most of the drawings and SS's here are simply my own but I will make sure to provide credits and such if I use someone else's stuff for my own purposes of course!!
Aslong as you aren't NSFW ( gore / graphic stuff is fine by me but will be tagged just incase anyone else isn't fine with it or is made uncomfortable by it ), Racist, Transphobic, Homophobic, A proshipper / comshipper, abelist, aphobic, zionist or otherwise just not really that good then I'm completely open to interactions most of the time! If I don't answer right away then I'm probably busy / distracted but I will try to get to it as fast as I can when I do notice it. I don't mind AU or OC interactions but try to let me know the context behind relationships and such beforehand!
I am relatively fine with shipping aslong as it, yknow, isn't bad, forced or a proship / comship or anything but due to personal preference and the fact that I do headcanon Medkit as Demiromantic I would prefer to take it slow at first atleast. I might also ask for reasoning though that's just out of curiosity if it's something I'm not familiar with.
The Mod / Blog Runner doesn't exactly take things too seriously most of the time and swears a lot so that'll probably reflect in OOC posts. I have pretty bad bad grammar / English aswell so if there's any particularly bad mistakes do make sure to point them out so I can fix them.
Not sharing the main blog for the time being but if you do recognize me then.. Hiiiii!
All in all, I am looking forward to interacting with this community and seeing what happens! :D
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Pronouns for Medkit - He / Him
Pronouns for Mod / Blog Runner - He / It / They / Xe
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Caution;
Do take in account that due to the nature and backstory of the character that this blog revolves around it will likely touch on some topics of extreme violence or atleast the aftermath of said violence, PTSD, Paranoia and Cults / Cult Life.
All of the above will atleast have an attempt to be properly tagged whenever directly mentioned / brought up. Please do let me know if I miss anything or need to use different / more tags.
More will be added to this if seen fit
Although for most of these I either have personal experience and / or tried to do excessive research about please do also let me know if I can do / portray something better!
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Key;
Normal Text in any way -> OOC
Chat + Italics -> Narration / Actions
" Green Chat in Quotations " -> Speech
[ Italic Green Chat in square brackets ] -> Thoughts
Bold text in any of these likely just means that it's important or atleast that it should be a focus point. Small text will likely be less important or whispering / mumbling / in a quieter tone of voice depending on the context.
Will add more if needed
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Headcanons;
Suit / Main Reference made by myself.
If text too hard to or unable to read due to coloring here's the text left -> right, top -> bottom
Farsighted
Long Fur + Fands due 2 being blackrock born demon
Long, long-furred tail
Other than longer fangs nothing too remarkable about mouth
he / him under a transmasculine flag
Small Holes in gloves allowing unsheathed claws to stick out
Other;
Due to his current circumstances Medkit probably isn't really looking for love or a romantic relationship in the first place, nor would he probably be able to completely trust anyone viable for that position to get close enough or those feelings at the moment. That doesn't exactly mean he CAN'T but it's very unlikely.
Probably tired most of the time and all the caffeine from the coffee probably isn't helping. And back pain. Can't forget the back pain. This dude literally sleeps on a desk i cant imagine how that back feels.
Medkit usually doesn't let anyone other than the people he trusts on his blindspot / left side while idle and able just so that he can keep an eye on what's going on, frequently preferring to have that side closer to walls and other obstructions otherwise. Also likely so that he knows that someone would be watching on that side while he can't.
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v(°∇^*)⌒☆—I L๏Ｖ︎e y๏υ!! (i fuckเ︎𝓷ģ 𝔥Ⓐ︎𝐓︎𝓔︎ ⓨ︎๏υ) -yandere!violet x yandere!iris—v(°∇^*)⌒☆
⚬ ⚬: yandere violet, violet being kinda wack, violet hates everyone, violet confusing platonic love for romantic love, annoyed violet, hoarding, violence, angry violet, agressive yandere, mental breakdown, hurting someone, extremely tense scences, violet losing it and almost killing iris, near death exprince, both of them are nuts, jealous violet, crippled violet, violet has never seen the light of day, iris is the more intense yandere, mentions towards murder, theres like one cute scence in here, halluications, stragglation, fighting, iris being a creepy freak, taking photos, non-con photos, non-con bondage and kissing, oh god, the whole shabang, threatening, what the fuck, posioning, bad ending, sad ending, non-apoctalyptic au, modern au?, creepy and sad as fuck, dream squences are in bold, violet descends into madness, derelization, thinking one is in a dream when they are not, schizophriana, poltics, family fighting, iris is funny, iris’s family is shitty, fuck them, use of slurs, homophobic and transphobic family, iris is flippino, akward dinner scence is the highlight of this whole thing, smoking, making myself cry, GET IT TOGETHER, christmas post, my magium opious i give u this, possesion, oreain is a halluication ghost, oreain isn’t/ is kinda into violet, he hasn’t aged even though he’s a ghost, he’s 26 cool your tits, violet is 22, death.
TW: THIS WILL DIVE INTO FAMILY FIGHTS, ADOPTIVE PARENTING, TRAUMA, SLURS (which i can say), AND OTHER NASTY STUFF!! TRANSPHOBIA, HOMOPHOBIA, AND POLTICAL VIEWS!! THESE DO NOT AFFECT ME THE AUTHOR IT IS PURELY MENT FOR THE CHARACTER!!
Violet groaned as the text sent through. Honestly, could she be anymore akward? Her little charm that she had connected to her phone swayed when she tilted her phone up infront of her.
“Oh my god I am so fucking cringe.” She hissed out.
The text read:
‘hey iris ik ur like hanging out with ur gf or whatever but do u wanna’ come over later?’
She wanted to rip her throat out so badly. How do you undo time again?? Oh that’s right, still figuring that one out.
Her eye twitched when she saw that it had been five minutes. She decided to exit out of the app and go onto the persons other social medias. One of those was instagram.
Iris had posted a thread of photos, and the blonde scrolled through. The first couple were okay, just snapshots of a theme park and food. Then..a photo of their girlfriend giving them a kiss on the cheek.
She stared at the photo for a little while longer. The brunette had her eyes closed and it was clear she was holding cotton candy in one hand. She was leaning slightly to kiss the cheek of the taller. too.
The short haired person had a smile on their face but no blush was on their face. Their eyes were also slightly averted to the left but it wasn’t noticeable. At least it wouldn’t be to their fanbase.
‘oh hey v’ sorry for not replying i was with my fangirl (ﾟДﾟ;)’ was the notfiaction she got was.
A small smile overcame her face when she read it. Espically the ‘fangirl’ part. Iris didn’t really love their girlfriend and Violet knew it.
‘yeah i saw ur post u guys r totally made for each other!! б（＞ε＜）∂’
Meanwhile with the white and green haired person scoffed at the message. The sarcastic intention was clear but it was still annoying. The blue eyed girl next to them on the bus frowned and clung onto their arm.
“Babyyyyy!~ Pay attention to me! Who are you even texting anyway??” She whined slighty before trying to catch a glimpse at the contact name.
The white and green eyed one scowled slightly and leaned her phone away. Their right hand switched the phone into it while they plastered a closed eyed smile on their face.
“Just a friend!~ Here..” They answered before grinning and connecting their lips.
They honestly didn’t mind the way she tasted. She tasted sweet with a hint of vanilla. They knew they didn’t love her, but she tasted pretty damn good.
She winced when they bit her bottom lip harshly before pulling away. A trickle of blood ran down her mouth and she shakily looked at Iris. She knew they had sharp teeth, but god damn?!?
“Better? Your so cute.” They quickly asked before smiling again and swiping a finger across her lip to clean up the blood.
They flicked their finger with the blood a few times before smiling and going back on their phone. Their girlfriend only slinked away, closer to the window seat.
‘sorry about that i had to do something to keep the girlfriend from bothering me.. v(*’-^*)ゞ・’ﾟ☆’ they texted.
The short haired girl perked up at the message. Currently she had moved to her desk and was sitting on a chair. She hovered over the table with her upper half and blinked at the message.
‘nah it’s cool anyway do u wanna come over?’ she brushed it off as she wrote back.
‘mmm i dunno if i can today, my parent’s probably want me back home after i’m done here! sorry violet maybe some other time ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡’ they answered.
The blue eyed girl immeditally read over the message before blushing in embrassment. She seriously had just gotten rejected! How embrassing..
‘oh ok’ was the only thing she manged to get out.
She turned her phone off and scowled. It honestly wasn’t fair. They got to go outside and have fun with different people while Violet was trapped in her room the whole time.
She couldn’t leave, otherwise she would get hurt. She knew that. She dug her fingers into the desk in anger, her long nails protested but it was the only way to get out the anger she felt.
“I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, IhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIhatethemIHATETHEM!!” She repeated over and over again.
She wanted to strangle them so badly. She wanted to snap their neck into so she could be rid of this feeling. God, it hurt so bad.
Her blue eyes became shaky and she moved her hands to claw at her body that had excess fat on it. Was it that?? She didn’t eat properly to begin with but..
Her face was still in a deep scowl, her eyes reflecting pure hate. She hated how jumbled up her mind was and how weak she felt.
“I’ll kill them. I’ll do it. So fucking weak and stupid. FUCK!!!” She said before clawing at her ribs and feeling like she was going to die.
What exactly would it take for her to get rid of this feeling?! She hated it so much. She couldn’t geniuley describe how much she hated it.
She knew it was self-destructive but anytime she came back to the stupid fucking other she felt worse. It was their fault they kept interacting with her. Why couldn’t they see that they were annoying?!
She just wanted to be left alone. But in reality, she wanted someone to care about her. She hated it but she also wanted someone to touch her and comfort her. She knew she was a monster and messed up.
People already looked down on her. She didn’t need a mental diganoises to know she was messed up. She didn’t need people to think she was crazy now but..
She couldn’t just be dead already?? What was the problem with that?? The problem was that she was too weak to do anything. Sure, she had a at home job and was still alive, but it didn’t feel like she was.
Iris had always complemnted her when they came over. Even though they clearly saw her messy room and unfit conditions. It was surprising she hadn’t been kicked out by the home owner yet.
Her hands had moved over to the pillow that she now held in her hands on the bed. She practically strangeled the poor thing before laying her head down and closing her eyes.
There was no problem with sleeping, right?
Violet looked down at her hands, or what she thought were her hands. Where exactly was she?? She looked around, it looked like she was in the middle of a hotel lobby.
“Am I in the fucking backrooms or some shit?” She sarcastically asked.
Though, it wasn’t completly wrong. The lights were a pale orange/ red color and it was unsettingly warm. There seemed to be something stuck in her eye and she rubbed it away. It was simple muck.
The carpet floor had a intresting desgin on it. Shapes of warm brown, and crimson played on it. A faint sound of what seemed to be ambience played. Not the most comforting, but tiring.
It only now occured to her that she didn’t have crutches of any sort. She was standing properly. She looked down at her foot and just saw that it looked normal of course.
“What..?” She mummbled.
Her head pounded and she raised a hand to feel the spot that was pounding. Unexpectadtly, she was very disorenated and dizzy.
She blinked and suddenly there were a couple tens of hallway paths infront of her. Each way not exactly showing what direction it lead to. All of a sudden it felt like a hand drifted to her hair and tugged on it.
She flinched and whipped around, nothing was there. She was now offically spooked out. She decided it would be best if she were to go to the first path infront of her.
Violet wrapped her hands around herself and started walking. It felt so werid to her, her right foot didn’t even hesitate in it’s steps. It just followed around rythmatically.
Once she offically entered the path of the hallway, her headache became lessened. The walls were pretty crammed and painted a disgusting orangish brown. Not flattering at all.
It was pretty dim, but it still glowed with that comforting color. She heard the faint sounds of a piano playing. She bit her lips every now and then, was it just her or were the walls getting closer.
She had been walking for a while now but stopped when she saw someone in the distance. A naeous feeling vaguely filled her stomach but she had no idea why. It seemed like her throat filled up with liquid.
And all of a sudden, the person turned around. It was..
“Ace…?” She hoarsely whispered.
The blue haired girl blinked before a soft smile overcame her face. Her brown eyes seemed to shimer in the soft light that was still orange.
“Violet, there you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She softly cooed.
It sounded exactly like her. It looked exactly like her. Her expression always mimicked what Ace’s would turn into everytime she saw Violet.
“Ace what are you doing here? W-..” She tried to form words but her throat was tight.
“I love you so much, you know that?” The older sibling asked with a gentle smile.
The blonde knew she was dreaming but…
Ace’s figure practcally raidated warmth and her eyes that the girl loved so much show so much compassion. She had always loved her sisters eyes.
‘Okay! Time to wake up now!’ The ocean eyed girl thought, reaching a hand down to pinch herself.
She was stopped though when the blue-nette grabbed her wrist and smiled. How did she get over to her so quickly.
“Hey, let’s not do that, okay? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” She gently said before intertwining their fingers.
Violet paled and sweat-dropped. Something was wrong. If this was a dream, then why did Ace stop her from waking up??
“Hey, why don’t we walk around a little? You like exploring.” She asked her younger sibling.
The short haired girl didn’t know what to say. It was like all she could do was listen. She didn’t understand. Was this some sort of lucid dream??
She flinched when the brown eyed girl tugged her along. The pair walked into multiple different hallways, each ending in a main lobby that was slightly different and had even more paths spilt.
After awhile, the older sister finally spoke.
“So, how are you doing??” She questioned.
The two weren’t that far apart height wise, almost the same actually. The long haired girls face was forward as she lead. But it felt as if Violet had to look up at her.
“I’ve been fine…I miss you..” She answered before blurting out that last part.
The said girl’s eyes winded and she shakily looked over at her sister. She had completly stopped and the relaxed smile on her face was gone.
“What do you mean, Violet? I’m right here!” She tilted her head in confusion.
The girl pulled away and tilted her head down. She didn’t want to hurt anybody. But was that the way to wake up out of this dream??
“No, your not. You left me Ace, and..and I know it wasn’t of your own accord but..I haven’t see you in years..” She adimitted.
The soft sound of what seemed to be a music box filled the area. She pressed her lips into her grimnace and looked away.
“Violet..” The blue haired girl mummbled.
Her body was now away from the younger. It was now and only now Violet had noticed the dangling camera around her neck. Ace had always loved photography.
“Your hurting me, Violet..” She whimpered.
Her voice became more distroted and shaky. And her breaths were muffled, it was an odd sound. It felt like she was losing conciousness even though she was in a dream.
After all, that IS what is WAS, wasn’t it? Just a dream.
“Violet..I just want to protect you..” The blurred figure of her older sister reached out.
The blonde now noticed something. Throughout all the times her suposed ‘sister’ was talking to her, she never said her nickname. She blinked before stepping back a little more.
“Why aren’t you calling me by my nickname? Why only Violet?” She asked, tone now a little sharper.
The taller stopped her hand and looked away. Her caramel eyes held something in them, she couldn’t figure out what. Uncerantity?
“Isn’t Violet just the prettiest name? I’m happy you were named that.” She vaguely answered.
The shorter only shook her head and took a few steps back. She was acting strange, Ace would’ve called her by her nickname if she wanted her to.
“I’m sorry.” Ace straightly said before snapping her fingers.
The carpet floor dissapered beneth Violet and she yelped. A blank white void filled her and it was windy and cold. It wasn’t like she was free falling, more like hovering.
Her body span around a few times, basically doing summersaults. She shakily breathed and harshly grabbed her middle arm and pinched it very hard.
Iris cracked their knuckles as they slumped down into their desk. They had just dropped their girlfriend off with her parents and said goodbye. They were tired from the day sure, their girlfriend just sucked all the energy out of them.
They sighed and opened up one of their drawers. It had tons of pollaroid photos in there of one person. Violet.
This was a nightly routine they did. They had so many photos and they had a red marker and scissors. They would draw hearts around her before cutting out any other people in the photos.
There weren’t too many insentences were they actually had to do that though.
The green and white haired ladder’s expression changed to one of obession. Their pupils that were already small dialted a few notches. And it was now noticed that Iris had a small defect.
People had always asked if they were blind in one eye, considering one of them was a murky white. And well..they weren’t completly wrong. They could still see but it was always blurry in that eye. Plus, it was smaller then the other, giving them a sort of deranged characteristic.
It didn’t bother them though, and they didn’t get why people were so curious. Whatever.
They took out a handful of photos and stared at them. One of them had a person in it. It looked old though, maybe a few years back??
Violet didn’t even know they had this storage of photos. And that was the whole point.
They sighed and drew small hearts write next to the the others face. She had a relaxed smile on her face as she was looking out at the city. They were suposedly ontop of a rooftop.
“God she’s so pretty..” They smiled.
Even though her eyes weren’t focused on them, they were still so pretty. They focused on the neon signs and lights of the city and glew slightly.
They moved onto a couple more photos. But their parents knocking on their door made them flinch.
“Iris, honey?? Dinners ready!” Their mother called out to them.
They didn’t like their family that much. Their mother was the only one accepting of their non-binary stature.
But hey!- look on the brightside, Iris was a gendernetural name! They didn’t need to change much about them, they got reconqized for being both genders in public sometimes.
The perks of being born intersex, they pressumed.
“Iris??” Their mother called out again.
“Sorry, coming!!” They answered.
The green and white eyed person shoved their photos into the drawer and closed it. Also putting the marker away and walking towards the door.
They opened it slightly to see the face of their adoptive mother. Oh, that’s right, didn’t I mention?? Iris has adoptive parents and one older brother. He wasn’t imporant though.
Just another jock male who shitted on people who were different because he was too cowardly to come out of the closet.
“Come, darling!” Their mother embraced them with a side-hug and lead them away from their room.
Their mothers embrace was slightly welcoming, they would’ve prefered if it was Violet’s though. Their mother led them downstairs and to the kitchen table. They were greeted by their father, aunt, uncle, grandparents and brother.
Give or take, none of these were their REAL family. But it still wasn’t good. The second they entered all eyes flashed to them.
All of them judging, the mother frowned a little before smiling beside Iris and guiding them to their seat. They made a slight face when they were squashed between their aunt and brother.
When they glanced over, their aunt had a cup of wine infront of her. She was a surprisngly calm lady, but had this air of highschool drama about her. She had a average build, and had ginger hair with hazel eyes.
Meanwhile their brother, ugh. He had a, what Iris liked to call ‘wifebeater’ shirt on. It was those white shirts that hugged your waist and showed off your muscles to all the gawking woman. The reason they called them ‘wifebeaters’ was because they had yet to meet a nice person who wore them.
Anyways, he had messy ashy blonde hair and pirceings on each ear. He also had hazel eyes and unsettingly sharp teeth.
He wasn’t awful. He just pretty much ignored Iris. Although sometimes he actually acted like a brother and laughed with them a few times when they played video games or football.
“Hey, Iris…! Finally came out of your room I see!” The woman on their left hesitantly greeted them.
They forced a semi-polite grin on their face as they smiled back.
“Yep.” Was all they said.
They looked around and saw their ‘father’ giving them a death stare. But it wasn’t directly into their eyes no, it was at their pirecings.
“Why do you have such ridclous things hanging from your ears?” He veomnsly asked.
He was refering to the plant shaped dangling earrings Iris had in. They were in the shape of the planet satern, sure, they caught attention. But they weren’t crazy.
“Oh, these? They’re just planets!” They answered.
The male’s eyes seemed to harden even more and they swallowed a ball of spit. Their brother, looked up from his phone before going back to texting.
“I know what they are. And they look werid and distracting on you. It’s already bad enough with your eyes, hair color, and skin color.” He spat out.
Iris’s ears started to ring. They hated it when he brought up their race. What did that have to do with anything?? No one shot them any werid looks, no one besides this racist fucking ASSHOLE.
They made a nasty face in appulation and just as their father was about to open his disgusting mouth again, the first big plate of food was brought out.
The blonde next to them nudged them slightly and offered a lazy grin.
“For what it’s worth, I think they look cool.” He complamented.
Aganist their better judgement, their heart warmed at that. But before long, he was back to typing on his phone. It was nice while it lasted though.
The food was bland looking, a basic big salad bowl placed infront of everybody. And everyone had to take a serving. There were multiple dressings laid out though.
“The rest of the food is on the way, just somethin’ to hold you guys over.” The mom winked at everybody before running off to the kitchen.
Iris finished adding the dressing to their salad as they swirled the healthy food around in it. They hated eating with people, everyone just ate so loud.
They also had a smaller portion then everyone else. Maybe that was because the bowl was placed infront of them last. There was barely anything left.
Aganist their will, they heard their ‘father’ and uncle ranting about something.
“Honestly, kids now a-days. I went into a cafe’ to get a regular black coffee, I wasn’t going to say anything besides a “Hi, can I get a regular black coffee?” But then I noticed the worker was wearing one of those ‘pronoun’ pins. And do you wanna know what she had on it?? ‘they/them’!! Honestly, what’s with them??!”
“Fuck your black cofee, scumbag.” The white eyed and green eyed person scoffed under their breath.
They harshly shoved some food into their mouth, trying to block out whatever the stupid uncle had to say next. But they still heard it.
“Hey, Marcus. One of your ‘kids’ goes by ‘they/them’ right, prehaps SHE could explain it to us.” The uncle said, with his mouth full.
The kid obviously knew who they were talking about. As all eyes, including their brothers turned to them. They akwardly took a sip of the fruit punch infront of them before offering a tense smile.
“Hm? Sorry, what do you need?” Iris polietly asked.
Oh no, they knew what they needed. They just didn’t want to say anything.
“Can you explain this whole..’they/them’ thing??” The aunt spoke up next.
They tensed further and their brother furrowed his eyebrows. They started messing around with the forke in their salad due to nerves.
“Oh..it’s just pronouns..y’know, like she/her or he/him..but uh..they/them has been around longer actually..usually it’s used to describe someones gender that’s unclear, or not obvious..which is why I use it because I don’t feel comfortable with my assinged brith gender. But uh..people can use it for all different types of reasons-!” They explained before being cut off.
“Sounds like a bunch of liberal bullshit to me!” Their grandfather scoffed out.
Their white eye visibly twitched a couple times and the smile fell straight from their face.
“I don’t you apperiacte you interupting me.” They coldly said.
It went dead silent again. The only sound being that of their mother wandering in the kitchen. Their grandfather’s expression was offended, stupidly enough.
“Well sorry, fag’. I guess I’ll just mind my own bussiness when you suck on another girl’s tits.” He spit back.
The round of gasps that came from everyone at the table was comically. They clutched their fork like it was their last life line.
“Miles! You can’t just say that, Lily will get upset-!” The aunt beside Iris scolded.
But it wasn’t out of Iris’s own good, oh no. It was for the fear of their mother hearing them.
Speaking of their mother, she came back with a large turkey. It wasn’t thanksgiving, but their famiily just liked turkey alot. They didn’t though.
Once their mother finished placing it down in the midde of the table. She walked over to the short haired former and placed down something different infront of them.
It was a cake, not a massive one. Sort of simaliar to those lava cakes. It looked and smelled really good.
That’s what Iris liked most about their adoptive mother. She didn’t judge them for not being a huge meat fan, and she adjusted to their tastes.
Only if she had heard them being called a slur one minute eariler.
They smiled thankfully at their mom and she smiled back. She, then plopped down right next to their father and smiled at him. The green and white haired person now noticed the staring still at them.
“Your really gonna’ feed your kid that?” The uncle commented again.
Oh my god, Iris thought frustartedly. Can’t you just SHUT YOUR DOUBLE CHIN SWEATY PIG ASS THE FUCK UP?!!
They, aganist their better judgement breathed in and out slowly. Trying to forget the anger that tickled the back of their throat.
“Oh? Do you want a piece?” They inquired, a polite smile on their face.
The male only scrunched his face up at them. His green eyes seemed geniuley put off by the fact.
“No, absoutetly not. Keep it to youself.” He hissed.
They merly shrugged and cut into while everyone else took pieces of the turkey. Ugh. They would never say it out loud, but turkey smelled absoutetly disgusting. It reminded them of thanksgiving.
Also gravey and mashed potatoes like?? It just was so gross to them. But everyone had different tastes and opinons, they guessed.
Their brother nudged them again, making them jolt slightly. He still had his phone out but he had his plate under the table slightly.
“Yo, slide me a piece??” He casually asked, wiggling the plate for extra effect.
They sighed with a small smile on their face before giving him a quarter of the lava cake. Speaking of it, it was warm and had a milk choclate, mixed with dark choclate center spilling out of it.
There were also berries ontop of it with powdered sugar. They couldn’t help but light up when they took a bite of it.
“Sooooo..Iris, college!!” The only family member not to put their input in about their sexuality or gender spoke up, their grandmother.
They only looked towards her and blinked.
“What are you majoring in?” The brunette asked.
Their brother made a noise between a wince and a whistling sound next to them. This made Iris shot him a look with their eyes.
“Photography.” They honestly answered.
Oh god, there were multiple reactions to this. The aunt next to them, visibly defalting. Their father scoffing and rolling his eyes, along with their uncle. Their mother smiling at them. Their grandpa looking unimpressed and their grandma’s smile still implanted on her face but her mouth hanging open slightly.
“You could’ve said something like Liberal arts.” Cairo, their brother snickered.
They glared at him before their grandmother cleared her throat and smiled at them.
“Oh!..how..quiant!” She tried to polietly add.
Their eyes seemed narrowed and they shoved some more bites of their cake into their mouth.
‘Can these people stop talking about me?! Or at least do it while I’m not here?!’
“You’ll never make a living with that, I hope you know that.” ‘Father’ unhelpingfullingly added.
“I know.” They bluntly replied, reaching over to simply grab another swig of their drink.
He scoffed again but found more intrest in the turkey leg he had. They looked away and almost finished their cake. Multiple conversations were going on, luckily no one seemed to be bothering them anymore.
They went to stand up, as did their brother. Attention drifted midly back to them but no one said anything.
Iris walked into the kitchen with their plates and placed them in the sink. Maybe they should vist Violet after all. Get some weight off their chest.
The white and green haired person rubbed their temples as they scurried upstairs. Honestly, they hated family dinners so much. As soon as they were about to enter their room, someone behind them stopped them.
“Iris, I’m sorry.” The familar voice of their mother said.
Her hand was on their wrist and her warm hazel eyes searched the others face.
They only blankely stared back before sighing. They pulled away slightly to open their door and made a motion for their mom to come in.
The still taller scampered inside and sat down on their bed. They closed the door behind them and turned on the planet nightlight they had in their room.
“What’s up?” Iris asked, deciding to play clueless.
The brunette deadpanned slightly before nervously looking away. Their mom was a nice person, but lacked to stand up for herself.
“I..I’m sorry about the way the others acted..they shouldn’t have picked on you..I support you and your descisons..” She mummbled.
The college student sighed and shook their head, not coming too close to their mom. But still, why was she apologizing for the others??
“Ap-ap-ap, if your gonna’ start apologizing for the others, you might aswell get out now.” They held a hand up to stop her.
The hazel eyed woman frowned slightly but didn’t say anything.
“I’d rather they apologize, but I know that’s never happening. So..” They said, shrugging before placing their mouth into a lopsided expression.
“Hey, can I go out tonight? I know it’s late but I have my car and everything..” They asked.
The woman’s face scrunched up in displeasure before falling. There wasn’t much she could say to them. But she trusted Iris.
“Fine, going to Violet’s, I presume?” She questioned.
The college students face light up in a red shade. They flushed and looked away, making her laugh slightly.
“Oh come on Iris, I’m your mother! You can’t really hide these things from me!~” She sang softly before standing off of the bed and brushing some of their hair out of their face.
They sighed before nodding.
“Fine, I’m going to V’s..I’ll see you tommorow, mom.” They admitted before kissing the woman’s check, grabbing their bag and wallet along with a few other things before opening up their window.
The taller woman watched as they opened it slightly and leaned down to crawl through it. They carefully stood on the roof and shut it closed behind them. Then, they also spared one last look towards her before shuffling off.
Violet boredly poked at her piece of paper infront of her. Her cheek resting in her hand as she could faintly hear the house next to hers blasting with music. Stupid teenagers.
She was currently learning how to draw human anatomy, for a class she had. The girl didn’t actually attend physical school, no. She took all her classes online.
It was easier that way.
She groaned as she made another slip with the pen. It was annoying, sure. But this was the path she had deicded to take. A masters degree in health and science wasn’t something to be laughed at, after all.
She flinched when someone knocked on her window. She was at her desk, so she had one right infront of her. She looked up slightly and screamed when she saw eyes and a visible face pearing through it.
She jolted so frantically that the chair she was in knocked over, leaving her groaning and sprawled out on the ground. The other person seemed to panic at this as they hastitly unhatched the window and climbed inside, moving the stack of books and papers out of the way so they could properly sit on the desk.
“V’!! Are you okay?!” A familar voice called out to her.
The blue eyed girl’s eyes were shut on impact of the crash. And her ears rang slightly but she opened them. When she did, she saw Iris. Her heart was still pounding in her ears.
“Oh geez, I really didn’t mean to scare you that bad!” Iris explained.
The girl on the floor shifted slightly, leaning back on her elbows.
“What are you doing here?! Didn’t you say you couldn’t come?!” She asked frantically.
The ladder only laughed nervously before finding her crutches and setting them closer. They reached out a hand and hoisted her up, before helping her situate herself on the crutches.
Once Violet had a stable hold on them, she hobbled back slightly.
“Yeah, change of plans! But still, aren’t you glad to see me?” They vaguely answered before exictedlingly asking.
The former huffed and leaned more heavily aganist one of the crutches. She slightly manvered her head so that her fingers could rub her temple.
“You are going to actually make recovery from my foot impossible if you keep spooking me.” She hissed out.
The short haired person only nervously laughed and ushered her to sit down. They both sat on the bed, Iris sitting awfully close.
“You really wanna’ recover that badly?? I mean, you’ve been trying for YEARS now!!”
Violet scoffed and glared at them with the corner of her eye.
“Wow. Thanks, scumbag.” She sarcastically said.
And just as quickly as she had laid down, she had adjusted her posture to sit up. The taller grabbed her arm and yanked her back down though.
“No! C’mon, V’..y’know I didn’t mean it like that.” They made her lay back on her well..back.
The blonde still had a deep frown on her face as she flipped over to the face them. They were still laying straight on their back but glancing at her from the corner of their eye.
“Well then, what did you mean it like? Because from my point of view there’s no other way that could’ve been taken.” She raised an eyebrow at them.
They sighed and flipped over in the same direction she did. The ocean eyed girl blushed when she relized how close their faces were.
“I was just trying to say how much I adimire you for trying. Your willingness..it’s an attractive quality, what can I say?” They answered before slyly sneaking that least beat in there.
The girl rolled her eyes and moved away a little while pushing their face away with her hand.
“Oh my god, you fucking sleaze.” She groaned.
The green and white haired person laughed, throwing their head back. No matter how much the scowl on Violet’s implanted itself, she couldn’t help but stiffle a smile.
She loved the way Iris laughed, even if it was at her.
“Hey, hey! What where you drawing earlier? You were in such a trance that well..you got spooked when you saw me!” They asked another question.
The health and science major smiled a little before explaning.
“Working on human anatomy..who knew it was so hard to draw a pair of tits?” She answered before a stupid grin came on her face at the joke.
The taller laughed again, even harder maybe. Her grin inhanced to something inhuman when they laughed but she felt it and quickly shook her head.
“Ahahaha!! W..Well can’t you just use your..your own-Hahahaha!- p..pair for refrence?” They manged to snike out between snickers.
The girl groaned at the and shoved her hand in their face again, sucessfully making them still snicker. She flinched, though when Iris held in her hand in theirs.
“You wanna’ know why I really came over? Besides to see you?~” They teasingly asked, lacing their left hands together.
The other shivered at the touch, her eyes focused now on the hands. But she nodded anyways.
“Stupid family dinner, againnnn..they can never seem to keep their stupid opinons to themselves.” They whined slightly before chuckling and shaking their head.
Violet frowned slightly and rubbed her thumb aganist their hand. The slight yellowish olive green warmed aganist the touch.
“They don’t know any better, Iris. They can barely even think for themselves.” She added.
Mismatched eyes flickered to blue ones before back down to their hands. Iris was now doing the same motion to her that she was doing to them.
“You think so?? They’re comments don’t really effect me but..it still hurts to be told I’m nothing without them.” They mummbled.
In truth, no matter Violet proclaimed to hate Iris she actually couldn’t. At least not outloud. Because she trufully felt bad for them.
As much as she was jealous from her other friends, limited as they were, sometimes she didn’t mind not having a family.
“Course’ I think so. I haven’t met them but they would probably blow a socket if they saw a cripple walk through they’re door.” She rolled her eyes.
The short haired person smiled and shook their head. Then, they pulled away slightly, untangling their hands. The others hand felt empty and worthless now.
“Enough about me!! Let’s talk about how you sounded jealous over text!~” They whined before nudging the other.
Speaking of her, she tensed and immeditally looked away. She didn’t actually think they would bring it up!!
“I have absoutetly no idea what your talking about.” She fastly said, probably making it eager and obvious she didn’t want to talk about this.
The younger now had a shit-eating-grin on their face. raised a eyebrow at her hasty attitude.
“Oh, you don’t?” They innocently asked.
Violet’s eye twitched and they snickered again.
“Look, your the one who calls her a fangirl. I’m not going to get involved in anything scandalous with you until you tell me your single.” She raised a hand in defense.
‘Liar.’ Her mind hissed at her.
“Oh, look at whose getting all bold now. What happened to that V’ who always stuttered when I flirted with you, huh?” They sarcastically asked, leaning closer.
The shorter tensed further if that was possible. She leaned a little away, only for her hand to trip on the boarding of the edge of the bed.
She glanced at it before sweat-dropping.
“What’s the matter, darling? Don’t like me being close to you?” They snarkily asked.
Her eye twitched again as they asked yet another question. What was with them and asking so many?! Obvious answers, too!
Wait..she just asked one herself-no-shut up!!
“C’mon, Iris.” She simply regained composer and looked back at them.
They blinked in confusion a few times before moving away. They tilted their head and stared her.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” They apologized.
The blonde merly pressed her lips into a firm line. What was she suposed to say?? Should she apologize or something??
“No..I just uh..are you hungry?!” She trailed off slightly before asking eagerly.
‘Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.’ She begged in her head.
They made a face before slowly repeating something back to her.
“Did you forget the part where I said family dinner? I mean, it’s fine. But uh, I am thirsty.” They sarcastically asked before adding.
Violet ignored the obvious mocking tone and scowered for her crutches. She manged to plop out of the bed and land safely on them. She manvered around to look at them.
“Great! What do you want?” She questioned.
They thought it was kind of cute how eager she was to get out of this situation. She always had a sort of flee before fight attitude about her, or maybe it was the opposite.
“Just some choclate milk is fine..” They mummbled, drifting off into their thoughts.
“Ew, you fucking milk drinker.” She immeditally responded, scrunching up her face and sticking out her tongue.
“You should drink some milk if you wanna’ get taller, short-stack.” They swiftly replied back.
Her eye twitched again but didn’t say anything as she slightly limped away. Iris couldn’t help but notice that she was leaning more heavily on her crutches.
They had never wanted to hurt her, not really. She didn’t talk about herself much, or how she was crippled. The only thing she had said was that she wasn’t always crippled.
Both of them were in tough situations. Maybe that’s why they were so close.
Iris really hadn’t ment to fall in love with her, or at least not this hard. But she was just so cute when she rambled about space or things she loved. Or when she whined when they kept messing with her.
“Here!” She came back rather quickly and threw a brown milk cartoon at them.
They fiddled around with it slightly before opening it and stabbing the straw it came with it in.
“If you spill that shit on my sheets, I will kill you.” She ‘seriously’ said.
Iris simply rolled their eyes before placing their mouth on the straw and offering her a wink.
“Cute.”
The girl simply rolled her eyes before sitting back down. She blinked and covered her eyes with her arm.
That stupid edging feeling had came back.
She really didn’t want Iris to see her like this. God, was her eye twitching? She felt extremely irratated all of the sudden.
Obviously, she could just fall asleep again, but wasn’t that akward? I mean, you’d have someone basically watching as your asleep which sat her at unease.
“You okay, blondie’? Your actin’ all ansty all of the sudden. Shiftin’ and all.” They finally spoke up.
She lazily removed the hand that was covering her eyes Her mouth was pressed into a lopsided expression.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She brushed off.
She saw the other clutch the now empty cartoon in their hands harder before letting it go. How strange.
“I’m gonna’ go to the bathroom, be right back.” They coldly said, sliding off the bed and leaving.
‘Fucking finally!’ Her mind cheered.
She scooted up so she could rest aganist the backboard. She closed on of her eyes but her open blue one darted around.
She startled, though when a blurry figure appeared in her vision. It had messy blue hair and a white ripped up sweater dress. It’s face wasn’t visible since most of its hair outshined it. And the camera from it’s neck dangled unsettingly.
Oddly enough, it looked like Ace from the dream.
“What…?” She asked, eyes trying to dispehiver what this THING was.
“Violet..” It whispered, comminng a little closer.
The crippled girl immeditally slammed back aganist the backboard, getting as far away from it as she could.
“What..what..what the fuck..” She harshly whispered.
The blue haired figure now had a visible smile on it’s face and it came closer. It basically hovered over the edge of her bed.
Violet despreatly rubbed her eyes and wished that she was just seeing things. She also reached a hand to pinch herself, maybe it was just another bad dream.
“Ouch!” Okay, not a dream.
Then what exactly was this thing?! It tilted it’s head and wearily looked at her.
“Haven’t you missed me?? I know I’ve been gone forever.” It mimicked a soft and comofortong voice.
She now was pale and sweaty. She didn’t understand, she didn’t get it.
“Leave me alone! I don’t even know what’s going..going on bu..but you!-!!” She started but the figure suddenly leaned forward.
It’s face was right infront of hers and she could see an eye peaking out. It was a dark, pitch black one with heavy bags underneath.
“Wake up, Violet.” It bluntly said before staring at her.
The blonde’s face changed and she held herself. There’s no way she was asleep right now, she had tried that already! What…what what…I
“STOP IT!!!” She yelled, holding hersef tighter and her breathing shaky.
Iris almost tripped as they entered the room again. Violet was huddled near the beadboard and looking at..’something’ shakily. They immeditally dropped what they were holding and went over to her.
“Woah, woah, woah, hey!! What’s wrong?!” They asked, really confused.
Her eyes refused to contect with theirs as she frowned. They watched as she burried her face in between her knees and tried to calm down her breathing.
“Violet!!” They said again, shaking her slightly.
To her, their voice just sounded like the ringing in her She hated how everything became inhanced, how she could feel her heart pounding in her ears.
She breathed in and held her breath for a few seconds. Laughing and the paranoia of the figure’s stare unerved her to no ends.
She flinched and yelped when hands shook her shoulders that were tucked slightly. Her heart calmed down slightly and she could hear someone speaking to her.
“Violet, your scaring me! Are you okay?? Hey, please snap out of it..” Someone’s geniuley concerned voice echoed.
The blonde blinked a few times before raising her head. Iris slightly hovered over her and she flinched at the closeness.
“Sorry! Sorry..” They apologized, noticing the red rushing to the shorters face.
She simply moved back more and looked away. Her eyes were narrowed and Iris noticed that they were darker.
“I heard you panicking so I came in here..can you tell me what happened..?” They questioned, staring at her with patience.
She harshly bit her lip so hard it actually drew blood. She didn’t know what was happening to her, so how would they understand??
“I..” She choked out.
They merly looked at her, their eyes shifting back and forth. What was so hard to get out that it looked like she was struggling?
“Violet..please talk to me-!!” They mummbled but flinched when she shoved them back so hard that they actually fell off of the bed.
They fell on it with their elbows propped and hands sprawled out behind them. The girl peered over the edge of the bed, her shaky yet irratated expression on place.
“Shut up!! Get out!!” She yelled, moving a hand to her hair.
Iris groaned and opened an eye to look at her. Her blue eyes were unstable and shaky. Yet..somewhat eerie.
“V’ what the hell is going on?! Wha-!” They started but were cut off.
“Get. the. fuck. out.” She icily said.
The short haired person felt their body freeze and they couldn’t do much. Her blue eyes were wide with each word and extremely dark.
They were offically freaked out, it was like she had did a one-eighty. They shakily stood up and held their now throbbing wrist close to them.
They stummbled over their own feet before grabbing her bag.
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on…but something’s wrong with you..and your obviously not okay..I hope you get the help you need..” They softly said, jitters still slightly running through their body.
Violet didn’t say anything and her eyes simply followed their movements.
Iris moved over to the desk that they got in here in the first place and leaned on it. They unhatched the window and crouched through it.
The mismatched eyed person climbed through it fullly and pulled it closed behind them. They looked at the other before pressing their lips into a firm line. Then, they shuffled down the roof.
On the other hand, Violet was left in silence. She stared at the window they left out of and shook her head. Her eyes lightened slightly and her mouth fell open.
“That’s sad..” A voice said, their tone mocking.
The crippled female jolted yet again, honestly, could her senses just relax for a second?! When she looked from where the voice came from, a male with dark blue navy hair, darker then Ace’s stood there.
He had dark golden eyes and his figure was slightly blurry. But he seemed to be wearing a simple suit but with a plain white button up underneath and a loose tie. There was also specks of red covering it.
“Wha..” She gasped airly, not another one!!
He simply sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Relaxxx’ kid, I’m not gonna’ hurt you.” He breathed out.
She stared at him before reeling back. It clicked. She knew who this was. It utterly disgusted her.
“Oreian.” She mummbled.
His face lit up at that and when Violet blinked, he hovered upside down above her. When she ment hover, she ment almost flying.
“The one and only, and y’know, your sister’s fiance. Anywayssss..you’ve been having halluications recently, right?” He cheerfully said before asking.
The air around him was absoutetly freezing like touching a ghost. He snickered when she slightly shivered.
“No need to worry, I’m a..techincal halliucation?? More like a ghost really..but I am actually here and talking sooo..’” He vaguely explained.
She only paled and slightly hit her injured foot, grunting in pain. This directed the male’s attention to it. He hovered closer to it and grabbed it.
“Ack-!” She yelped when the warmness from the clothed foot was zapped out of it.
He squinted at it before letting go of it and leaning closer to her face.
“Oh, that’s right. Your crippled now, right?” He blandly asked before blinking away again.
He floated behind her and messed with her yellow hair a little. It was werid to feel basically air, flowing in between the strands.
“Get off me!” She spat before roughly pulling her head away.
She assumed she couldn’t touch him, at least not physically. She reached to pinch herself, believeing that she was asleep again. Only to feel the sting of her fingers and Oreain raising a eyebrow at her.
“I don’t know if I should be offended or not that you thought you were sleeping.” He said.
She looked away for a second but this time, he didn’t move. He blinked a few times before smiling widely.
“Anywaysss’ why did you brush off your girlfriend like that-!” He started but was cut off.
“Non-binary, they/them.” She grumbled.
He opened his mouth a little in surprise before nodding.
“Righttt’ sorry, let me reprahse, why were you so rude to your partner?” He asked again.
The long haired girl still scowled at him, this time with her arms crossed.
“I don’t like them. And..I wasn’t in the right state of mind.” She adimitted.
The male only guaffed and leaned his head back. A smile that showed off his sharp cainines showed across his face.
“I’ll say! You practically stabbed the pour things heart out! I mean that in a reotrochaical sense, mind you.” He snickered.
“Enough. Where’s Ace?” She glared at him.
He made a sound, simaliar to a wince sound. He looked away before smiling nervously.
“Oh, she’s at home, well our home. She’s probably sleeping right now.” He tried to answer.
The younger wasn’t falling for it though and tried yanking him by his tie but yelped when her body tilted forward as her hands went straight through him. She tried to stabblize herself but the blue-nette laughed geniuley before helping her. He grabbed her shoulders and sat her up before she could hurtself.
“I thought you knew that wouldn’t work-Ahaha!-your funny, kid.” He laughed.
Her right eye twitched and he smiled with his closed before moving away.
“I’m not a kid, I’m 22.” She hissed.
He pretended to make a surprised expression but it just came off more mocking then anything.
“Oh, you’ve gotten so old. Last time I saw you..you were a teenager, right?” He patronized.
She scowled harder and stared dagers into his eyes. She hated this guy, she really did.
“Cut it out. What do you want?” She snapped.
The male only smiled and blinked to one side of her room. She had her bookcase on that side and he obeserved it with mild intrest.
“Oh, your studying medicine now? How fiting!” He approved.
She finally had enough and went to stand up. She leaned to the side and set her crutches into place as she smoothly fell into the ground with one of her feet standing on the ground.
Oreain eyed her with mild intrest and she leaned aganist the right crutch.
“I’m serious! What do you want?!” She agressivly asked.
In the male’s defense, he couldn’t really take a short blonde who could barely stablize herself on crutches seriously.
“Just to help you with your little situation you have going on!~” He answered, boredly picking a book out of the shelf and flipping through it.
She looked at him with a lopsided expression.
“What do you mean, ‘problem’?? I’m perfectly fine to do this by myself.” She inquired with a hostile tone.
He only looked at her with a skeptical expression before cracking his neck slightly. Then, he appeared from behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
“Ah dear, how do I say this?? Your a little..controdictory in your methods!” He said.
Violet merly looked him confused. She ment, sure maybe sometimes she was nervous around Iris, and mean. But what was she suposed to do?!
“Well sorry! You try being in my place with barely any outside contact!” She hissed.
He merly laughed slightly before twirling a piece of her hair around his finger.
“Oh, Violet I was in your position! Now, I would be willing to make it easier for you!~” He answered before offering.
She erked and scrunched up her face in distaste. Her blue eyes stared him down in disgust.
“This whole stick’ may have payed off on Ace but not me buddy.” She snapped again.
He simply hummed before pulling away again. He seemed awfully touchy for a dead person. Also, he was never this comfortable with her when they first met.
He crossed his arms behind his back and smiled.
“But wouldn’t it be useful to have someone who can bend someone’s will to theirs? I mean, you need to be more blunt around them, sweetheart!” He honestly said.
She made a disgruntled noise at the nickname and glanced away. She hated this, as much as she made it obvious she knew he was mainuplating her. He just kept at it.
“Aren’t you going to get tired of this?? I said no, Oreain. So get out of here.” She coldly spoke.
The male grunted, his happy expression faltering slightly. She squinted at him and he leaned forward with a scowl of his own.
“You will say yes, eventually, Violet.” He sneered.
The next morning, Violet was actually outside. Surpringly enough, she had ordered a walking boot more tough then the normal ones to help her.
She could still walk on it, even better now. But she still got some stares when she winced now and then and tried to lean weight off of it while standing in line.
Currently, she was in a cafe’, she had ordered a vanilla lattee with alot of creamer. That’s just how she took it. She also took a bite of out the muffin she got.
It was warm and flaky, but tasted like sweet blueberries so she didn’t mind that much. She sighed and flipped a page of the book she was reading.
For the past hour, she has felt someone staring at her. But everytime she glanced up she only caught them glancing away. It was a mother with her child who were standing at another table.
The poor little girl looked like was lost and just following along with the mother. While the said one ok the other hand was on her phone and kept shooting Violet looks.
“Mama’ that girl has a huge boot on her foot! What’s wrong with her??” She asked.
The crippled girl almost spit out her drink at the question. You usually didn’t ask people what was wrong with them if they had a disablity.
“I don’t know darling.” She simply answered before going back on her phone.
The little girl still stared at her before finally loosing intrest. She stared out the window, snow.
A few other people inside the cafe’ seemed to look up and notice it aswell. The white flurries fell from the sky and landed gently on the ground.
“Hey there, stranger.” A familar voice called and she looked up, becoming extremely flustered when she saw who it was.
“I..Iris!!” She stiffened and stummbled out.
They simply laughed at her heartily, almost doubling over. An embrassed scowl quickly covered that previous expression.
“Ugh, don’t laugh!!” She complained.
They snickered a little before taking the seat across from Violet and smiling. She noticed that they had a coffee of their own and a scone.
“Why are you here?” She asked.
She didn’t mean for it to come off as brash as it did. But it still did. She winced a little at the tone but Iris immeditally answered.
“Do you not want me to be here?” They asked back, resting their hand on their cheek.
Violet bit her lip and looked away. They obviously knew the answer and it was honestly a bit unestting that they were conviently here.
“No..I mean no as in I don’t mind you being here..” She mummbled.
They grinned and took a bite out of their scone, when they opened their mouth, the shorter got a look at their teeth. Espically their canines were surprisngly sharp, how did she not notice that earlier??
“Soooo..I was wondering if you were up to go to the carinval next week with me!” They provided.
It really wasn’t a question, but still the blonde was taken aback. Did they seriously just brush off what happened last night??
“The carnival?? What carnival??” She asked.
The white and green-nette blinked a few times in shock.
“You seriously don’t know what I’m talking about?!” They asked, almost skeptic.
She simply nodded and flinched when she was suddenly shaken back and forth roughly.
“Jesus, I forgot how out of touch you were! C’mon, the christmas carnival! It’s basically where they have hot coco, shops, lights and everything christmas up!” They shook her back and forth.
The blonde groaned and they finally let her go. The former flushed slightly at the stares being tossed their way.
“God, did you really have to make a sene?! Anyways, fine. I’ll go with you, it sounds fun.” She agressivly asked before mummbling.
The other immeditally lit up at this and practically had stars around them.
“Really?! Great!~” They exictedly asked before singing.
Violet raised an eyebrow but brushed it off a little. When she glanced out the window again, she saw the snow coming down more heavily.
“Do you like snow, V’?” The white and green eyed person asked.
She glanced at them for a second before making a comtemplative expression.
“I supose, fall is my favorite season though.” She answered.
They nodded and smiled.
“Yeah, fall’s nice. But springs my favorite!~” They sighed, drinking some of their coffee.
The long haired girl blinked, it kind of made sense. They seemed like the type of person who liked warm weather.
“Oh, your studying??” Iris noticed the book the girl had shut closed by now.
The blue eyed girl was about to answer but she felt air coil around her neck. Her eyes widened slightly and she looked down to see black sleeves arms wrapped around her.
“Hi!~ Bad timing?~” Oreain sang near her ear.
Her expression changed to slightly panicked, her mouth falling and paling. Not to mention the shaky cold sweat running off her body. Was it her or was the room spinning?
“Hey, pretty girl, are you okay??” The person sitting across from her asked, worried.
The male spector looked up and grinned. Meanwhile, Violet was having the opposite reaction.
“Oh, it’s them!! Is this a little date you two are on?!~” He eagerly asked.
She breathed in and out a few times, closing her eyes before clearing her throat.
“Yeah sorry, I just thought about something.” She tried to smile in reassurance.
They squinted at her before shaking their head.
“Could you BE anymore obvious, dear? I mean..yikes..” The male who still had his arm wrapped around her shoulders mockingly asked.
She looked back down at the book that she had closed and bit her lip.
“Well., I better get going! My girlfriend and I have yet another date today!” Iris said, sitting up while finishing off their coffee and stuffing the scone in their mouth.
The navy haired male made a ‘tsk’ sound and held his hand out, moving infront of Violet.
“Want me to help you? I mean, abadoning you for their girlfriend? Yikes!” He offered.
The girl stared at his hand for a little longer before rapping her fingers along the table. She bit her lip harder and glanced away. Her heart beated in her ears faster and she sighed.
“I…Yes..” She accepted.
The male lit up and immeditally came closer. He reached a now slightly faded hand out and grabbed her cheek. Her breath caught in her throat as her body suddenly dropped to freezing degress and it seemed inhanced.
“Wow, it’s been forever since I’ve possesed somebody!” Oreain spoke in a echoey voice inside of her own head.
Violet looked down at her hands and noticed the golden ring that was now on their right index finger. It shimmered slightly when she oddly tilted it.
“V’? Your spacing out again.” The taller was closer and dangerously close to her ear.
Only, they weren’t. Their voice just sounded closer then it actually was. They still stood across from her and tilted their head.
“Ah, so sorry..I forget, have I met your parents yet?” She apologized before inquiring.
It took her back, those weren’t the words she wanted to say. And her voice sounded mainly like her own but it had undertones of Oreain’s influence.
Speaking of, they stared at her for a minute, probably stunned. They shook their head and looked away, grinning a little.
“Ah no, well none besides my mom. Why do ask?” They answered before leaning forward a little in curiousty.
In her..well mind, the shorter was flipping out!! I mean, what the hell was going on?! This was way too confusing and moving way too fast for her!
“Would it be okay if I came over to your house to meet them? For like dinner or something?” She inquired.
The mixmatched person seemed to choke on their own air, doubling over. A small grin overtoke her lips before fading back into a normal grin.
“Woah!! Did you completly go insane or something?! I mean, the Violet I know would never have the balls’ to ask something like that!” They stared at her with shaky eyes while still being double over.
Meanwhile, the golden eyed males voice made sort of a wince/ groan sound in her head.
“Ouch, yikes!” He hissed in mock pity.
In reality, those words did dig under her skin. Was that seriously what Iris thought of her?? A coward?? A paethetic shy person who backed away when being flirted with?!
“Seriously? Well then sorry for asking.” She spat out verbally.
Now the male was the one startled, on the outside Violet’s expression to change that.
“What are you doing?! Are you trying to make it worse?!” He botheringly asked inside of her head.
Now Iris’s expression changed into one of confusion. They furrowed their eyebrows and pressed their lips into a grimnace.
“Huh?? Oh no, don’t take that in a wrong way! I’m happy your being more bold with me!” They made a sound of confusion before lighting up and apologizing.
The yellow-nette eyes went wide as she processed this information. Were they serious??!
“Uh huh, and you thought they didn’t.” The cocky male voice inside her head sighed.
She was still in state of shock. It was surprisng to see them defending theirself. Usually they would just laugh it off or be more aggresive.
“Oh, really? Okay then, noted.” She rytorchacially asked.
They chuckled and stood up striaght, cracking their back in the process. Their eyes seemed to glimmer with a odd sense of merith.
“Anyways, if you wanna’ meet the rest of them sometime that’s no problem with me. But you know how they are, but again, it’s all you sooo..’!” They answered before trailing off.
A beat of silence covered the two before a ringtone went off. Iris flinched slightly and opened her phone and took the call.
“Darling, so sorry! I’m on my way right now! Yep..Uh huh, yeah…love you..bye..” They leaned to the side and spoke.
The annoyed feeling filled Violet’s chest again. This girlfriend of theirs was way too clingy, wasn’t she??
“Ugh, who even is this girlfriend?!” Oreain’s scoffing, annoyed tone voiced her thoughts exactly in her head.
“Never met her.” She simply mummbled back with her thoughts.
Iris sighed and closed her phone before sparing one last glance at the other. It was noticed by her how their apperance obviously turned more ragged.
“Well, I’d best be off now. Text me later, lovely.” They smiled tiredly at the end of the setence before making their way out of the cafe’.
All of a sudden, her body gained it’s heat back and she shivered as the blood flow in her body was pulsing. Oreain looked at her, sitting ontop of the cafe’ table with his feet kicking back and forth.
“Well? What do you think? Did I totally save you or did I totally save you??” He questioned, a cocky smile on his face.
The girl stood in silence for a few seconds before flushing slightly. She covered half of her face as a slight giddy small came over her face. The male only raised an eyebrow.
“Thank you..thank you so much..” She breathed out, practically squealing with excitement.
Oreain only leaned over the table slightly, near her. He grabbed her left wrist and moved her hand away from her face. Her cheeks were covered in a dark red.
“Ah, your pretty cute when your blushing.” He adimired.
This snapped the lovesick girl out of it. She glanced at him before shaking her wrist slightly, making him let go. People around her were off in there own worlds, either reading or on their phones.
“I have to go..I have a physical therapy apointment..” She half-heartly mummbled.
He blinked before blinking to her right side, observing as she picked up her tote bag and book along with her coffee. She pushed in her chair and threw out her empty cup of coffee.
“Huh..” He whispered in intrest before blinking away.
Iris sighed as they took another hit from their girlfriends vape. The hazel eyed girl was currently sitting behind them, her legs wrapped around their neck and shoulders.
“Hey babe, my friends are gonna’ come over and crash for a little, you okay with that??” She asked.
The former grunted and tilted their head a little back, their hair now hitting the others stomach.
“Huh…? Oh, oh..yeah..that’s cool..” They slowly replied.
The other snickered slightly and leaned down to kiss their forehead.
“Your so cute when your disorenated.!~” She sang before leaning back.
Iris scrunched up their face before taking another hit. Honestly, an odd choice of words. Maybe they would’ve sent that to Violet, though.
They took another hit of the vanilla flavored lung killer. They blinked a couple times, almost choking when the sound of someone knocking on the apartment door was heard.
“Ah that must be them! I’ll go get the door!” Mel’ quickly excused herself.
They groaned when she shifted off of the bed, the warmness she provided leaving quickly. They tilted their head back to normal and slumped forward with a frown.
“Hey guys, my partner is actually here right now. Their crashing in the other room.” They heard her speak.
Iris boredly rubbed one of their eyes before standing up. Their whole body ached, how annoying. They cracked their back and knuckles before walking into the living room.
From what they could make out, four other people were there. Two males and two other people. The long haired girl smiled and moved over to the hunched over figure.
“Speaking of, here they are! This is Iris, everyone!~” She introduced with a big smile.
The rest of them blinked at the same time, comical. The first one to speak up was a girl with purpleish with pink undertoned hair. It was rather short and messy.
She also had dark brown eyes and multiple pirecings.
“What’s up? You look wrecked.” She questioned before sarcasticallly saying.
The person beside her turned her back and snickered. While Mel’ frowned and Iris tilted their neck to crack it.
“Yeah? Sorry I’m kinda’ high right now..and you took my girlfriend away from me while we were comfortable.” They sarcastically answered.
Their girlfriend pinched the bridge of her nose before shaking it.
“Guys please, leave them alone. Just introduce yourselves.” She hissed before running a hand through her hair.
The pink and purple haired person sighed before crossing their arms over their chest. An unimpressed look sat on their face.
“Misa, Misa berken.” They answered.
Iris simply nodded before glancing at the person beside them. She had simliar colored hair, maybe a little lighter and longer.
“The name’s Mika, last names aren’t imporant!~” She answered aswell.
It was strange, they had twin sounding names but they didn’t seem like siblings.
“Are you two related??” They questioned, not exactly curious.
The two of them looked each other before the other burst out in laughter. Misa had a small grin on her face as she snickered slightly but that was it.
“Yep, cousins actually.” She spoke.
The short haired person made a sound of recongition before looking towards the two males. One had messy blonde hair, oddly remiscent of Violet’s. And it was tied into a high bun. It looked actually thin, like it was almost wet.
“My name’s vicent.” He introduced, a cute smile on his face.
They noticed he had pink eyebags under his eyes. Pretty cute, if you asked them.
“Move it, pretty boy!” The other male nudged him and scowled.
This one had brunette hair and dark green eyes. But part of his bangs were died red and he had cool glasses on. He was also the tallest in the room.
“I’m prettier then Vicen’ right new person??” He leaned towards Iris a little.
Misa faceplamed while Mika sighed heavily. The male startled at this and turned towards them before back towards the other.
“What? Did I miss something?!” He asked before glancing at Mel’.
“This is my partner.” She simply said.
He immedtially reeled back before nervously smiling.
“Oh!..sorry, my name’s Seoul..pleasedon’thateme..” He apologized before rushing the end.
They blinked a few times, rubbing underneath their eyeball. Then, they turned to face equally infront of the rest of them.
“Right..my name’s Iris Redbrook..ugh..sorry I’m really tired.” They said before groaning.
The shorter girl smiled and supported them slightly as she lead them to the coach. Their body slumped and they closed their eyes. They could feel eyes on them but they didn’t feel like staring back.
“Soooooo..’ Mel, you really like them?” Mika questioned.
The long haired girl made a confused face. Well, obviously?? She wouldn’t be dating them if she didn’t.
“Yeah?? Obviously..” She answered.
They shot the sleeping person a look before making a face and shrugging. She looked around a little more and saw Vicent also giving her a look.
“Okay guys, why are you giving me that look?” She annoying asked.
Her eye twitched slightly and he smiled a little.
“It’s really not something too bad but uh..they didn’t seem too into you from what we sensed..” He honestly said.
Mel’ narrowed her eyes at him and scowled slightly. Who cared what they thought??! Iris did care about her. They just weren’t overly clingy.
“They DO love ME, you two. They just don’t cling onto my every breath like you DO.” She spat.
The pair recoiled and cringed, glancing at each other.
“Just go, okay? If your gonna’ judge my fucking partner then go.” She placed a hand on her hip and dug her fingers into her skin.
Now everyone looked at her like she was losing it, which made her eye twitch. She made a motion for them to exit and everyone hesiatently stood up.
“Go.” She hissed when they didn’t make a move towards the door.
They all frowned before shuffling towards the door. Misa was the first to turn their back and open the door, the expression on their face unclear.
Mel’ sighed heavily and slumped down on the couch when all of them left. How annoying. Don’t get her wrong, she liked her friends. But they were overly protective.
She glanced over at Iris’s sleeping figure. They had a relaxed and peaceful look to them. The black and brownish freckles littered across their face like stars.
She leaned closer and gently tapped their cheek with the tip of her finger. Cold. It was still soft but oddly cold. She frowned slightly and adjusted her posture so she was aganist their chest.
She pulled the soft blanket that was laying on the ground off of the ground. She shuffled a little to place the blanket over both of them and she grinned at the new warmth.
The hazel eyed girl sighed softly before closing her eyes.
Violet groaned as she looked around again, was she seriously asleep again?! Had she fallen asleep on the train ride home or something?! Her hands moved, and a trail of motion blur followed behind.
“Great.” She hissed, sarcastically.
She atleast expected to end up back in the area she was last time but no. She was on a beach, the oddly colored red moon dipping but still hangin high in the air. The ocean water seemed to also glimmer a slight red.
“Violet, your back already!” Ace’s voice called out to her.
Don’t get her wrong, she enjoyed seeing Ace again. Even if it was werid that she was selfaware this was a dream.
“Hey, Ace. Where are we?” She glanced at her before raising an eyebrow towards the whole beach.
She also noticed the change in attire. Her sister had a white, or extremely light blue sundress on. There was a yellow and white flower tucked behind her ear and the camera still hugged her neck.
“Isn’t it obvious?? The beach of course!” She scoffed.
The blonde blinked as the waves came closer, touching her feet. The sand softened underneath it aswell.
“Don’t you remeber?? We went to the beach once..when you were pretty young..” Ace questioned.
The blue eyed girl tried to think, to remeber it, she couldn’t. Her eyes clouded over and she looked at the older.
“You don’t..do you..?” She asked.
It seemed as if a power seized her throat. She grimnaced and looked down.
“Ace..what is this?? Why do you keep doing this?” She weakely asked.
She was tired, fatigued. Oreain also didn’t help, plauging her mind with thoughts about Iris. It was like the only thing she lived for at this point.
“I’m..not sure..you don’t seem as happy..” The blue haired girl answered honestly.
The younger girl came a little closer, but not close enough.
“I’m just tired..so tired..I don’t even know why I can walk properly in these dreams. Everytime I wake up to relize I can’t I just..” She lamented.
Ace frowned before trying to smile.
“Why do you hate yourself so much? Be honest.” She bluntly asked.
Why did she hate herself? A fair question. She could go on and on about how useless she was. But in all honesty, why did she??
There were plenty of other people who were crippled who didn’t hate themselves. So why did she only feel worthless? Why couldn’t she walk and hug Iris like a normal person?!
“Ah..I get it..” Violet didn’t have to answer, Ace already figured it out.
Intense self-loathing.
“Your overlooked, yeah?? You hate it when people baby you, yes?? Understandab-!” The taller girl started but was cut off.
“No. You don’t understand.”
The slightly taller girl frowned and moved a little back. The yellow-nette’s eyes were slanted, she didn’t look pleased at all.
“How could you?! You have no idea what I’ve been through. No,..you left too early to even understand what’s happened..” She placed a hand in her hair so it slightly shadowed over her right eye.
“What are you talking about, Violet?? Please..” Ace furrowed her eyebrows.
“Do you know that I’m crippled? Did you somehow figure that out?” She harshly asked.
The caramel eyed girl blinked a couple times. No, she didn’t. Violet forced out a harsh laugh.
“No? Of course you don’t.” She added on.
“I’m crippled now, I can barely go outside. And when I do, people look at me like I’m weak! I’m not weak, I’m not weak, I..I’m not weak..I can handle myself..” She repeated.
She glanced at the older sister with slightly pleading eyes.
“I’m not weak..am I, Ace?” She mummbled.
The girl in the sundress came closer and hugged Violet. The slight breeze of the ocean blew harder and whipped their air back and forth. Blonde and blue mixed together.
“I love you..I love you..I love you and miss you so much..it hurts.!” The younger strongly clentched onto the other like she was scared to let go.
The moon’s red glow seemed to infesify as Violet broke down. Her awfully fatigued and weak body crumpling, she was weak. She couldn’t do anything.
“I feel like I’m going insane..I’m not insane..am I..?” She tiredly looked up at her big sister.
She was looking away, biting her lip. Her eyes focused back on the former’s figure and she seemed more concerned. There was nothing she could do, nothing outside of these dreams atleast.
“No, your not insane, V’. Your fine, here, with me.” She assured.
The former didn’t look back at her as she merly tightened her hold. Practically choking her.
In particular, a large wave hovered above the two of them. It crashed down onto the two of them, pulling them in the water. While Ace manged to stay on her feet, the shorter went under.
The salty ocean water uncomfortably made her shut her eyes. Everything stung, everything was cold and wet. She held the remander of the air she had left and tried to back.
Everything seemed muffled to her ears, just the constant bridage of smaller tides. Dying in a dream wasn’t a new exprince, it was just annoying.
And uncomfortable. Some of the unwelcomed water slipped into her mouth and her throat squeezed. She shook her head but the aderline was running out.
Her throat still begged for her to keep fighting but the rest of her body went numb. She couldn’t feel anything but her blurry hands. She could feel her mind grow foggy as her lungs filled up with water.
She simply accepted the fate and relaxed the rest of her body.
She confusingly felt the area around her change. She was in the middle of a forest. What exactly was going on??
Wasn’t she suposed to be awake by now?!
Her breathing sped up a little but she looked around shakily. No sign of Ace, were those dogs barking?-no, no one else, aren’t these trees rather tall??-okay those are defnetily dogs!!
She whipped around and heard some unfamilar voices speaking.
“I don’t care! Just find her! Keep her away from my love at all costs!”
“Oreain..?” She whispered, squinting at the figures.
They were far away sure, but it sure as hell was. He looked taller, oddly enough. He had massive black eyebags and a dishelved yet charming apperance.
“But master-!” Another voice started but was cut off.
“Didn’t I say that I didn’t care? Ace’s paethetic sister is just another hinderence.” His voice dropped.
There was no dobut they were certaniley talking about Violet. She knew Oreain was a bad person, a bad influence on Ace.
“Wait a second..” He paused, slowly turning in the direction of her.
Violet’s eyes widened as his eyes landed on her. His own pair of eyes widened and he mouthed something.
“What are you doing here?”
She took this as a sign to run off in the opposite direction. The trees blurred past her and the barking got louder. But the odd thing was that she couldn’t see any dogs.
She halted when she saw just plain white. The forest atmopshere dissapered and it just turned plain white. When she turned back around, the rest of the forest plainly dissapered.
“What do you think your doing?” She flinched when she heard him ask.
She turned towards him, oddly enough, he looked human. He wasn’t transparent at all and he wasn’t blinking from one place to another.
“What…?” She took a few steps back.
“Are you stupid-actually no, I know you are. Let me reprahse, are you moronic?!” He started but changed his wording.
The girl’s eye twitched and she glared down at him.
“This is a dream, what the actual fuck was that? The part where you called me a hiderence?!” She bitterly inquried.
The male only blinked before a crooked smile overcame his face. Then..
“Ha…Ahahah..AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA-PLEASE-HAHAHA!!” He burst out in delousional laughter.
The laughter would’ve been actually nice to listen to, according to Ace. Who knows, this was her crazy ass husband?
“Oh..oh your so much like your sister..it’s paethetic really!~” He caught his breath before smiling at her, joy in his eyes.
“Keep your delousions away from me. Let me wake up.” She spat, taking another step back.
He only blinked and came a little closer.
“Oh? Whose to say that this isn’t a dream? Think about it, V’.” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Her gaze narrowed even further and she now came closer. This seemed to surprise the male, but not in a bad way.
“Don’t you fuck with me, creep. I still don’t understand your motives and it pisses me off. It pisses me the FUCK off.” She leaned forward, but ducking slightly so she wasn’t in his face fully.
He made a offened hissing sound and fluttered his eyelashes at her. Funnily enough, she wanted to tear them off his fucking face.
“Creep?? Isn’t that a little too harsh?” He innocently asked.
Her eyes flickered to his eye and she yanked it. He grunted and stummbled down slightly, now at face level with her. Maybe even looking up some.
“Be honest with me, and give me a good reason why I shouldn’t slacp your sleazy ass right here and now.” Her voice seeped with venom.
The navy-nette only stared back at her but his smile was gone. She shook him slightly so he would respond.
“I can’t die. I hope you know that.” He blurted out.
Violet grumbled and pushed herself away violently. The male stummbled back to his feet but stablized himself.
“Do you seriously want to wake up? I don’t control this dream.” He asked weakely before adding on.
Her eyebrow twitched in confusion and she leaned forward.
“What do you mean you don’t control it? Then why are YOU here?!” She annoyingly asked.
He sighed and fixed his dishelved tie. His bony hands tied it properly and he looked at her.
“It means exactly that, Violet. I guess I got dragged in here with you. I was sort of mingling around so..” He shrugged.
The former shot him a look and pinched the bridge of her nose. She wasn’t in the mood for this.
“Look, if you aren’t in control of whatever this is, can you please fuck off?”
He planted a snarky grin on his face and leaned closer.
“You don’t like my company?” He asked.
She made a face like he was insane while she moved back.
“Absoutetly not!” She firmly answered.
The male’s laughter rang in her ears as her hearing actually became muffled. It probably would’ve been more obxinous but she was waking up now.
The blonde grunted as she stummbled off of the subway. Her eyes were still half-litted and started to adjust. She quickly looked at the stop and sighed in relief when it was her right stop.
A few people looked at her but quickly looked away. She looked around before sighing and clutching her bag closer to her. Her mind wandered back to the dream she had just had as she started walking back to her apartment.
“So fucking annoying.” She hissed, eyebrow twitching.
The male refused to give her anything, anything. She itched to find someway to get rid of the growing mood of stress and anger in her. Should she just step into the rode and wait for someone to hit her?
She needed someone, something to take her anger out on. It couldn’t be a stranger, not this time. Her eyes darted around as she saw her building complex come into view.
She also slowed her pace as a familar figure faded into view.
“Iris..?” She mummbled.
Oh, it sure as hell was. And their cute little girlfriend was there too. Her expression only hardened, the girl had long brunette hair obviously, and annoyingly pretty eyes.
“Dear, is that your friend over there?” The said girl nudged Iris and pointed at Violet.
The taller jolted and looked up, grinning widely when their eyes landed on her. Meanwhile, the former was practically radiating anger but took a few deep breaths.
This was fine, she told herself. This was fine.
“V’, hey! Sorry for the short notice! I wanted to come by myself but my girlfriend here wouldn’t stop bugging me about it..” They sighed and shook their head.
‘Clingy fucking bitch.’
“It’s nice to meet you..oh..” The girl let go of them and went to hold her hand out but blinked when she noticed the cast on the others foot.
‘How rude.’
“Oh yikes, what happened to you?!” The hazel eyed girl shook her head and conceringly asked.
The slightly shorter girl stummbled back and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m crippled.” She bluntly answered.
The other girl immeditally reeled back and blinked. Then, she made a slight bow movement with a sweat-drop rolling down her cheek.
“Oh, I am so so sorry! Iris didn’t say anything so..” She quickly apologized, embrassed.
The mismatched shrugged slightly. The long haired girl pinched the bridge of her nose slightly before sighing.
“So what now??” She ratherly coodly asked.
The taller leaned forward slightly and titered back and forth. Enough, she wanted them dead. She wanted to wipe their stupid annoying ass grin off their face.
“Aren’t you going to let us in your house??” They sarcastically questioned.
The ocean eyed girls eye twitched multiple times.
“Sure, only you though.” She roughly grabbed them and stared at Mel’.
The girlfriend only shifted her gaze between the two, confused. Iris went to save the day by smiling and grabbing her hands.
“Lovely, I’ll be back soon enough. V’ isn’t comfortable showing her place to many people.” They comforted.
The girl only frowned harder but sighed. She flashed a smile towards Violet.
“It was nice meeting you, by the way..I’ll text you later, my love.” She said before kissing Iris’s cheek and walking away, giddy.
The two didn’t say anything as she dragged them to the level her apartment was on. She immpaintely tapped her foot as she unlocked the door and practically shoved Iris inside.
They stummbled before clumsly turning around.
“Woah, getting a little handsy there, aren’t you??” They asked.
The other didn’t find this amusing as they put their satchel down and shoved them towards the bedroom. They snickered, a faint blush covering their face.
“No seriously, what’s the matter? Are you jealous or somethin’?!” They shook their head, still not fighting aganist the shorters pushing.
The other hovered above them as she pushed them on the bed fully. Her eyes darkened and almost flickered red for a second. The taller’s smile dropped slightly and they leaned back.
“Violet?? Come on..” They mummbled.
In reality, they didn’t mind the change in demenor. But it just seemed something that SHE wouldn’t do. She would’ve said something by now.
“Did you actually get possesd or something-!” They opened their mouth again but she roughly pressed her hand aganist their mouth.
They caught a glance of her finger, the matching ring she always had on it was missing.
“Shut the fuck up.” She spat before leaning over them and mummbling when she grabbed a piece of fabric.
It looked to be part of a tie, but they couldn’t tell. She quickly tied aganist their wrists, kind of scaring them. She finished by giving it a hard tug before pulling away.
“Violet look, non-con bonadge? It would’ve been hotter if you had just asked.” They sarcastically grummbled.
“God, how does she love you so much?! Do you ever just shut up?!” Her voice distroted as she wrapped a hand around near their throat.
The other winced under her touch but didn’t say anything. They looked up into her eyes and saw how dark they were.
She completly moved off of the bed and exited the room. They blinked a few more times before tugging on the fabric. They grunted before manging to get the knot in their mouth.
They manged to get it loose and tug on it again. It came undone and they grunted again and slumped forward.
They held their breath slightly as they heard Violet rumming in the kitchen. She was oddly attactive, even with the boot on her foot. Iris tried to be quiet as they exited the room and peaked down towards the kitchen.
It looked like she was loading a gun up with something. But it didn’t look like a regular gun, it was see through and had a small insert. Speaking of the insert, they fetched something from the table, a small bottle.
She seemed to hisatate, like she was having a battle with herself. They furrowed their eyebrows, they were confused. Why was she acting so werid??
“I don’t want to hurt them..I don’t..” She repeated, looking up and fourtanetly, not towards Iris.
It was like she was looking at a figure far away. Her eyes had lightened a little bit before darkening again.
“You really think the feeling will go away if I do this?” She inquired to no one, at least from their point of view.
The girl bit her lip harshly as she glanced towards the floating figure. In her right hand was a small vial of Arsenic. Exteremely posinous.
“Of course it will. Plus, it’s a fast acting posion.” He reassured, a calm smile on his face.
It was odd, he almost seemed happy about this. She stared at the vial a little more before inserting it.
“There you go!~ Now time to go find them!~” He encourged, a chilling flow of wind passing through her when he blinked infront of her.
He tilted his head up and glanced towards the stairwell, narrowing his eyes as a motion blur passed.
“Come on.” He bluntly said, moving Violet along.
Funnily enough, when he was distracted, he didn’t notice that she stashed another vial of aresenic in her pocket.
Iris slumped aganist the bedframe, their mind running wild. Posion, murder?? Did Violet seriously like them that much and they were just igorant??
Of course, they knew they liked each other. But why did it irrate them that they were going to die without confessing? She could at least pour her heart out to them before doing the deed!!
They scowled but jumped slightly Violet entered the room. Her face was blank, her eyes cold and lips pressed into a scowl like grimnace.
“You got out of the restraints..” She immeditally noticed.
They manged to hold steady eye contact and nod.
“Your underestiamating me, Evergarden. Are you a complete obessive freak about me? Answer me, I won’t judge!” They bluntly said before placing a innocent smile on their face.
The shorter’s expression changed into unsteadiness before tightening her hold on the gun. It wasn’t pointed at them yet, thank the gods.
“Your the freak here, if your smiling when knowing your about to die.” She coldly responded.
They simply leaned closer and she scowled.
“Your totally obessed with me, aren’t you?? That’s okay, I feel the same way!” They asked before answering.
The long haired girl was about to respond but paused. They felt the same way? As in, they liked her? Loved her??
“What..?” She mummbled.
They grinned, but it was less sane then last time. It looked like they were about to go on a full rant.
“I love you, wasn’t obvious?! I love you so much that I wouldn’t mind if you killed me! I wouldn’t mind it all, if it would make you more happy! I love you so much I love you God I can’t-!” They rambled before leaning extremely fast and close towards her.
She flinched and her eyes shrunk when they grabbed her face and connected their lips. Wasn’t she suposed to feel happy?! But there was now a pit in her stomach.
“Oh yikes..” She heard Oreain’s familar voice whisper in her ear.
Iris dug their fingernails into her skin and she was convinced she was suffocating at the vigor that they were kissing her with. She manged to forceably pull away.
She shakily looked at them while their face was bathed in a red color. They were insane, completly insane! Sure, Violet might have been too, but they were demented!!
“You love me! Say it, c’mon! Please say it..” They begged, the crooked grin on their face only widening.
She looked down at the posinous gun she was holding and her hands were shaking. Nothing made sense. Where was Oreain when you needed him??
“You don’t love them.” Speak of the devil.
He stood by her with an impressed expression on his face. He looked almost amused.
“What..?” She whispered.
He huffed and blinked closer to her, on her right side. He grabbed her hand and flashed the gun she was holding, and her shaken hands.
“If you loved them, why are you reacting like this? Don’t you want this?” He questioned.
He didn’t have a smile on his face anymore. In fact, he looked geniuley bored.
“No..I didn’t think..” She started.
When she glanced at Iris, they weren’t saying anything. But if they were, she couldn’t hear them.
“You confused suffocation and protectiveness for love. That’s what this is. You don’t want to love or be with them. You just want them to be yours, as your best friend.” He clarrifed.
Her eyes darted back towards the gun, which he caredully pushed closer to her.
“If you want this new feeling to go away, you should just do it.” He encourged, the regular smile coming back onto his face.
Violet’s hearing slowly came back into frame and she could hear Iris now, clearly.
“Please..just say it..” They were still begging?
How weak.
How paethetic.
She narrowed her eyes and raised the gun. The short haired person blinked a couple times before frowning.
“No, no, no!! Wa..Wait before you do it, just confess! Please!” They desperately said.
They knew she was going to do it. And they knew she wouldn’t confess. So why were they still trying?!
“God, V’! Just fucking DO IT.” The specteral male complained in the corner of her vision.
She tightened her hold in the weapon even further, her knuckles turning white. Iris’s eyes shifted back and forth.
“Please..” They whispered.
Violet fired.
“Guh!-!” The needle hit them with a disgusting tacky sound, right in the eye.
She saw Oreain wince in her vison but didn’t say anything. The posion barely even acted before they collapsed. Blood from the now pulsting eye dyed the sheets.
“Yikes, must’ve misfired or something.” He hissed.
The taller’s body was twitching slightly at this point, but it was clear they were dead. Violet winced and clutched her chest when a wrenching feeling was heard there.
The male shot her a look and she tightened her hold.
“Why does it hurt so much?! Why isn’t the feeling gone??” She frantically asked, panting.
The golden eyed male whistled and looked away. His work was done here. No more distractions. No more obstacles.
“See ya’, kid.” He smiled before dissapering.
She whipped towards him only to see nothing. She could litterally feel her heart throbbing. She couldn’t..she couldn’t breath…
Her extremely shaky left hand dug through her pocket and found the vial of aresnic. She tried to calm her breathing as she inserted the vial quickly enough.
She felt like crying but nothing was coming out. She winced and find a comofortable area to press it at. It aimed right above her chest, straight to the heart.
Her head throbbed, her foot throbbed and almost gave under her. At least no one would miss her, not now. She breathed in and out, closing her eyes.
She pulled the trigger.
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(WOOO BABY *vigrously cracks neck and knuckles)
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i'm going to make a mean and controversial post because i've had enough of this shit:
h-lsey is a piece of shit because she wore a shirt depicting a violent situation without the consent of either party involved, not because she is a "non-lesbian". that has NOTHING to do with it, and it's not why what she did was wrong. one of the women who were attacked IS LITERALLY BISEXUAL, for fuck's sake
i know this is going to come as a shock to a lot of you, but bi women are not watered down lesbians. bi women in relationships with other women are also on the receiving end of violence. nobody's going to approach a w/w couple and ask "hey, so are you two like, lesbians or Just Bisexual?" and then say "oh ok my bad, have fun, bye!" if one -or both!- of them turn out to be bihetties
but it’s easy to forget about us, isn’t it? to ignore us, our voices and our issues and our realities; to erase us from the community; to see all w/w couples as Lesbians By Default, because bi women are not Fully WLW
it’s painfully obvious that so many of you see us as some sort of abstract concept. nice in theory, maybe -just maybe- but not worth paying attention to in the end
sure, keep reblogging positivity posts. “bi women are princesses!”, “respect bi women!”, “bi women deserve better!” - until a w/w couple experiences violence and then there is no way either of them could be bi. there is no way something like that could affect bi women, directly or indirectly, that it could make us feel afraid or sad or outraged. there is no way we could ever care about it from an inside perspective because we’ve never gone through bad shit and we never will.
again: i’m not defending h-lsey, i legitimately don’t give a fuck about her, she’s done some awful shit aside from this and she had no right to wear that shirt because the women involved didn’t agree to it. if your opinion is that she wasn’t doing it out of genuine interest in what happened or to show support, that she was just trying to milk the situation, i don’t necessarily think you’re wrong
but don’t you fucking dare bring up the fact that she’s a “non-lesbian”. she isn’t a lesbian, no, SHE’S BISEXUAL. she’s still a WLW.
like, do y’all idiots think it would’ve been ok for her to wear that if she was a lesbian? does her bisexuality suddenly mean she’s not as close to LGBT issues or that she isn’t allowed to care about this?
you know what? let’s ignore her. as i said, i don’t care about her, and this isn’t about her; it’s just that shows a painfully widespread opinion of bi women, conscious or otherwise. maybe the people who reblogged that didn’t go “haha, yeah, fuck bihetties, right”. i want to believe that, i truly do. but the fact remains that they saw that comment and didn’t think anything of it or how it might hurt us and erase the shit we go through
fuck h-lsey. really, fuck her.
but don’t throw every other bi woman under the bus while at it.
i absolutely wouldn't have made a post about this if it hadn't been for the fact that the OP of that other post thought it was necessary to add that little "non-lesbian" bit. but y'all keep showing your true colors when it comes to your opinions of bi women and i'm fucking sick and tired of it.
do better by us.
it’s not that hard.
#otherworldly whispers#i'm genuinely really disappointed that this post keeps going around#without any commentary calling out OP on that stupid little dig at bi women#biphobia - . /#violence against women ment - . /#homophobia ment - . /#homophobic violence ment - ./#long post - . /#like VERY long post but i had many things to say lmao.#ask me to tag - ./
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Communication Chapter 3
Hurt.
Previous parts tagged under 'communication fic'
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When Patton woke up the next morning, the usual scent of his dad's cooking waa missing from the air. Patton walked sleepily into the living room, expecting to find one of his parents, but no on was there. Patton heard voices coming from his parent's room.
"Vee, is there anything I can do?"
"I'll be fine I'm just," a muffled sob sounded from the other side of the door.
"Do you need me to slay that beast we call dysphoria?"
Patton heard a strangled laugh followed by, "I'm not sure that'll help much Princey. But you could help me slay these cramps."
"Of course, my love! Anything."
Patton heard footsteps aproch the door before his Dad called out.
"Wait! Ro, what time is it?"
"It is 8:10-- oh shoot!"
"Get Patton in the bus, I'll live."
"Alright hun, I love you!"
Roman ran out of his bedroom, and almost tripped over Patton.
"Oh! Hey buddy! Dad's not feeling so well, so breakfast is going to be pretty simple this morning! Can you get dressed for me while I get that ready?"
Patton nodded, and hurried off to get ready. He ignored the feeling that he'd done something wrong. When he returned a plate with a peice of toast topped with some banana sat on the table. As soon as he was done his dad walked into the room. Patton's papa walked over.
"Hun? Do you need anything?"
A non-committal groan came from Virgil as he seemed to curl in in himself even more.
"Dad?" Patton asked.
Virgil groaned and wrapped his arms around torso not hearing his son.
Patton suddenly realized what he was feeling. He felt bad. It was his fault his dad was in pain. He had hurt Logan with his voice, and now his dad.
Patton whimpered quietly, and Virgil's head snapped up at the sound.
"Patton? What are you still doing here?" Virgil asked, he looked tired and annoyed, but he wasn't raising his voice.
"I... uh" Patton stumbled over his thoughts.
Roman gently grabbed Patton's hand, "Come on little prince! Let's go catch that bus, so you can conquer the day!"
Patton hesitently let himself be led to the bus stop, his mind still on his dad.
The bus was pulling up the the stop when they arrived, and Logan was again alone on the curb.
The bus ride itself was uneventful, with Patton and Logan both not saying a word.
Logan seemed unaware of Patton's odd behavior, however when they got to school, Picani was not so easily fooled. Picani watched as the usually bubbly, loud, talkative little boy, sit silently in his normal spot on the floor. Picani frowned, but started to take roll call, when they reached Patton's name, no sound echoed throughout the room. All Picani could see was a hesitant hand in the air.
Picani's frown deeped. Something was wrong. Patton was never this quiet. Picani settled the kids down with a quiet activity, when that was done, they asked a passing teacher, Remy, if they could keep an eye on their class.
Picani brought Patton out into the hallway.
"Patton, kiddo, what's going on?"
Patton shook his head. Still no words were spoken.
"Are you feeling sick?" Picani tried, but again all Patton supplied was a head shake 'no'.
"Can you speak, kiddo?" Picani asked gently.
Patton hesitated before nodding.
"Kiddo, why aren't you speaking?"
"I'm sorry..." Patton choked out.
"Oh, no no no! Patton, sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm just worried."
Patton nodded.
"You seemed off, that's all kiddo. I wanted to make sure you were feeling okay."
"I'm fine." Patton mumbled, tears welling up in his eyes. Picani's eyes softened more at the sight of their distressed student.
"Oh Patton, do you want a hug?"
Patton nodded, and Picani engulfed Patton in a tight warm hug.
"Kiddo," Picani whispered into Patton's ear, "if anything is ever going on at home, at school, wherever, come to me, please. Alright?"
Patton nodded against Picani's chest.
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A little while later Picani called the kids, "Okay kiddos line up! It's time for lunch!"
Patton sat with Logan. When they were both done Patton lead Logan outside.
Patton felt better after talking to Picani. Maybe he wasn't the problem. "What do you want to play Logan?"
Logan didn't say anything. He just stared at the ground.
"That's okay! I want to make you a flower crown! Follow me!"
Patton lead Logan out into the field covered in various colours of flowers. Patton sat down in the center of a group of flowers, and patted the spot next to him.
"Come on Lo! Sit down!"
Logan hesitantly sat next to Patton.
Patton started to weave it was a pattern he'd done many times before with his dads. Patton looked over to see Logan imitating the weaving with his own flowers. Patton's eyes lit up, no one had ever tried to weave a crown with him!
Just as Patton was about to comment on how great Logan's crown was, Patton's own crown was ripped from his hands. Patton looked up in dismay, he had almost finished that!
Two older boys stood over Patton one of which held his flower crown in disgust.
"What is this? Two little princesses playing dress up?"
"Yeah, what are you gay or something?"
The first boy took the crown in both of his hands and tore it in half. Patton let an upset squeak slip past his lips. That was a mistake.
The kid looked down at Patton, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Oh pretty boy, do you have a problem? You know what I'll give you something to have a problem about." He gestured something to his friend.
The other boy picked up Patton roughly, one hand clamped over his mouth the other harshly wrapped around his waist. The kid carried Patton far from any teacher's view before dropping him hard.
"So what do have to say queer?
Patton stared silently, what was happening? Why was this happening? Patton then remembered something his dad had told him a few weeks ago.
"Patton? Patton come here for a minute."
Patton came skipped into his parent's room, happily bounding over to his Dad.
"Patton, I know we've talked about what to do if an adult hurts you at school or tries to tries to take you somewhere you shouldn't go, but it's time we talk about other kids."
"Huh, what are you talking about Daddy?"
His dad sighed, "Some kids may not like your papa and I being together. They may take it out on you, so if a kid starts to call you names go to your teacher and tell us okay?"
"Okay!"
"And if a kid starts to threaten you or hurt you, what do you do?"
"Run, and tell a teacher?"
"Yes, find an adult you trust..."
Patton's mind leaped to Picani, and he ran. It should have been easy. It should have been straightforward. Dad had made it sound like the other kids couldn't stop you.
But they did. Patton ran only to be caught by the collar by one kid, and pulled backwards.
"Oh look, a little fagot trying to run away. Where do you think you're going?"
Patton murmured, "My dad told me that if anyone was threatening me I needed to tell a teacher."
"Ha! Which one fag?" The second boy snapped.
He didn't have time to think before a harsh pain blossomed from his face. His head snapped backwards, and some warm liquid streamed down his face, and Patton had just enough time to taste the salty and metalic taste before he was struck again. The pain bloomed from his stomach and Patton collapsed onto the ground, unable to contain the vomit, or tears.
"Fag, get up. You weak little pussy." The older boy kicked Patton hard in the ribs. Patton gasped for air, but every breath was torture. His ribs screamed at him
"Stop!" A loud, and familiar voice shouted, "Henry Baker! Jackson Clark! Get over he--" Patton felt his eyes get heavy, the world was going out of focus. Everything was going dark.
When Patton's eyes refocused he saw Picani yelling at the two boys, and Logan running towards him.
He blinked, and suddenly three other teachers were there.
Another blink, and Picani was kneeling beside him near Logan. Picani looked like he was talking, but all Patton could hear was buzzing.
Patton's eyes grew heavy, he tried to stay awake, but the sun was just so warm. Darkness engulfed his vision.
@your-friendly-neighborhood-enby
#communication fic#homophobia#homophobic violence#homophobic nicknames#bullying#dysphoria mentioned#food mention#food ment tw#sander sides fanfiction#roman sanders#logan sanders#virgil sanders#sanders sides#Emile Picani#ts emile#writers#writers on tumblr#mangowrites
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can my mom STOP telling me abt the gay ppl going missing/being found dead in my area. like i get shes worried but i ALREADY KNOW THIS, MOM
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heya! i don't really understand what do you mean by not writing lgbtq but i'm requesting teru, hanako, and tsukasa with s/o who is innoncent and naive, someone could give them a flower on table and they will love it even go such as far take care of it. (in japanese A flower is typically placed on their desk after a student has died, but if they are still alive the action would mean that someone demands their death. ) headcannon with oneshot as well please!
also, gn! (they/them pronouns as i'm prefer that way)
Hanako, Teru, and Tsukasa when someone leaves flowers on their s/o’s desk❣︎
Warning: Violence, talk about death, death, a bit of yandere like behavor, Tsukasa-
A/n: OKAY I SAID THAT BECAUSE I MENT I WANTED TO WRITE FEMALE READERS X MALE CHARTERS PLEASE DONT COME AT ME SAYING I’M HOMOPHOBIC-
I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COME OUT-
Anyways, enjoy and have a good day or night!
Red roses symbolize true love, romance, and desire.
You walked into your classroom, holding onto your school back. When you approached your desk, you noticed a small red rose sitting on top of it. Putting your bag next to your desk, you took the flowers in your hand looking for a name but didn’t find anything. You heard small whispers around the classroom and concerned looks shot your way.
‘Who would get me this..?’ You asked yourself. Your frown quickly turned into a smile at the thought of Hanako placing the rose on your desk. You had like 10 more minutes till class so you could spare some time. You happily ran out of the classroom and to old school looking for your boyfriend.
“Hanako!” You opened the door of the bathroom to reveal a slightly shocked ghost playing cards with the mokke.
“Y/n, shouldn’t you be in class?” He asked, not angry that you were ditching class since he would prefer it.
“I have a few minutes to spare, so did you put the flower on my desk?” You smiled. Hanako’s eyes grew dark, as he opened his mouth slightly thinking about his next words to say. He knew what it means when someone gets flowers on their desk, especially when they are still alive. He knew you didn’t understand what this meant, you were quite naive.
“No, Y/n… I didn’t give you the flower.” He said, sadness leaking into his voice like poison.
“Really? Well could it be someone hitting on me… it doesn't have a message on it” You held the flower and examined it. Hanako didn’t say anything as he stood up and approached you. He looked down at the harmless flower as he grabbed the stem and softly pulled it out of your hands.
“Y/n,” He started as he placed the flower behind him, away from you to see. “People place flowers on desks of those who have passed but if someone places a flower on a desk of someone who hasn’t passed, it means they demand you die.” Your eyes widened to his words.
“Die… someone wants me to die..?” You asked, shakily hoping it wasn’t true.
“I’m afraid so…” Hanako trailed off but cupped your cheeks, hoping it would bring some kind of comfort. “Hey, don’t worry, kay? I will find whoever did this, it will be okay. You just go to class and Hakujoudai will watch over you, I will visit you in class shortly.”
You nodded and walked out of the bathroom. Hanako looked at the flowers, examining it’s pretty color. It made him sick that someone would think so low of a human's life to demand them to die. It was your life, which only made it worse. His gaze only grew darker as his thumb brushed on the one thorn poking out of the stem.
“I will make whoever gave this to you pay Y/n…” He said as he walked over to the window, opening it. He sat on the window seal as he continued to watch the flower dance around his finger tips before it fell and landed on the ground outside.
He wasn’t delighted by the fact someone is demanding your death
Hanako was quite determined to find this person and shorten their lifespan a few
Or just teach them a lesson…
He wouldn’t want to kill someone but he wouldn’t let them off easy ether
He didn’t really want to tell you that someone was wanted you to die
He was very sad to tell you and will comfort you instantly
He wouldn’t want you to fear for your life after he told you
So he’s here to protect you!
He will stick with you during class to make sure you are doing okay
He will also look around to see if he can find who gave you that flower
He wouldn’t tell you though
Because even if it’s a month after the incident and you are over it, he isn’t
He will even ask Tsuchigamori if he can find out who it is
If Hanako does find out who gave it to you
Protective Hanako
“So you’re the one who demanded Y/n’d death... lets chat a little shall we~”
And lets just say they are coming back to class with a couple cuts and bruises and a big fear/respect for you
Hanako wont make the rest of their life easy
He would haunt them and also have the Mokke steal their stuff
What can I say, he’s just trying to protect his flawless s/o
Blue roses symbolize mystery and attaining the impossible.
You hummed as you walked down the halls to your class. You turned your head to see stares and whispering, which wasn’t that odd of a thing, the prince of the school was your bf so you were used to this but today was different. They looked almost sad, or disappointed, you couldn’t put your finger on it. You ignored it until you reached your classroom. You opened the door of the classroom to which you’re two good friends, Aoi and Nene turned to you with worried gazes.
“Good morning Aoi, Nene, did something happen?” You asked as you entered the classroom.
“Y-Y/n!” Yashiro stutters out “I’m sorry…”
“Sorry for what?” You tilted your head. Aoi then pointed to my desk which had a small blue rose laying on it.
“Oh!” Your eyes widened as you made your way over to the flower, picking it up and examining it.
“Hmm, could this possibly be some sort of confession? But everybody knows I’m dating Teru… and why a blue rose?” You put your finger to your chin, deep in thought. You knew it couldn’t be Teru since you walk to school with him each morning. It had to be someone else.
“Y/n, a rose on your desk means-” Yashiro was cut off when Aoi put her hand on her shoulder. Yashiro looked at the purple haired girl as she shook her head. Yashiro shut her mouth as she shakily nodded.
“Hey! What are you two whispering about!” You pouted “Do you know who gave me this or not?”
Yashiro quickly stood up, shaking her head frantically.
“N-no, sorry Y/n… we don’t know who placed the rose…” Yashiro smiled, which was obviously fake but Aoi’s smile looked like it had no worry behind it.
“Sorry Y/n.” Aoi chuckled.
“Alright then… I will take care of the rose, blue is a beautiful color after all!” You smiled “Aoi, can I use one of your pots or vases?”
“Sure,” Aoi walked over and handed you a small glass vase “Here! You can have it.”
“Thanks Aoi!”
You knew you had to tell Teru about this, which you were okay with. Teru trusted you and the rose didn't even have a label on it, so you couldn’t tell who it was anyways.
Once all your classes were over you rushed to the student council room with the glass vase and rose in hand.
“Teru!” You smiled as you slammed the door open.
“Hello Y/n!” Teru smiled at you.
“Good morning Akane-kun!” You smiled at the orange haired boy hummed in response.
“Look at this flower that I have Teru! Someone placed it on my desk this morning, I don’t know who… but Aoi gave me this vase to put it in!” You said, showing him the flower in it’s vase.
“Oh…” Akane groaned remembering the incident this morning.
“A flower on your desk?” Teru’s eyes darken but his smile stayed the same “It didn’t have a tag?”
“Nope!” You looked at the blue rose again “But I wanted to give it to you instead… Since I assume it was some sort of confession, I just wanted to say that I love you and not whoever gave me this… heehee kinda corny, sorry!”
“Not at all! I will happily take this rose, blue is my favorite color!” Teru placed the vase on his desk.
“Okay, well I have to get going, I told Yashiro I will walk home with her today! Bye Teru!!” You waved and ran out of the student council room.
Akane sighed, breaking the silence.
“You aren’t going to tell them?” He looked up at the older male.
“No, they don’t need to know.” He picked up the small glass vase. Removing the rose from it, he held onto it. As he walked to the window. He slowly poured the water out of the vase and onto some bushes outside. He smiled in amusement as he watched every last drop of water fall out from the glass container. He closed the window and threw the vase which Akane quickly caught.
“She said Aoi gave her this vase…” His eyes had stars in them. Teru glared at the boy before sitting down at his desk. He placed the flower on his desk, not getting in the way of his paperwork, so he could see it and he smiled. It was quite hard to tell, but that smile had more evil intentions behind it.
“Are you not made about this at all Teru-senpai? Someone wants Y/n to die…” Akane asked.
“Oh, a little.” Teru made eye contact with him “But I will ruin anyone who tries to hurt my darling~”
A bit of a yandere tbh-
Yandere Teru is honestly my favorite yandere of all time, he’s so underrated as a yandere
He becomes a bit protective over you
But you never noticed
He never even told you that someone wants you dead
He would never hurt you that way
He just wants to protect you
He does know that it can just be a jealous fan but that still doesn’t let them off the hook
If he finds who did it
Oh gosh
Teru will talk with them
A simple chat, no fighting
But this person will be a total outcast from now on
Like Teru will make sure whenever they step onto school grounds they step into hell
Teru will also mention that if they ever mention this to you, then they are in for a lot worse
Honestly, you never noticed
Purple roses symbolizes love at first sight.
“But yeah, Sakura totally loves me~” Natsuhiko said. He talked about how much Sakura loves him for the 100th time this week… simp.
“Have you ever thought… she likes someone else-” You were about to finish your sentence until you noticed something on your desk.
“NOT LOVE ME?!?! Are you insane-” Natsuhiko was interrupted when you put your hand on his mouth.
“Shh, what’s that?” You looked at the flower that was sitting on your desk. Natsuhiko placed a hand on the back of his neck, playful smile turning onto a frown.
“Oh Y/n… I’m sorry…” He said concerned.
“Sorry? Why are you sorry? This rose is beautiful!” You picked up the small flower. “I don’t think I've ever seen a purple rose before!” He was shocked by your excitement.
“R-right…”
“Why would someone place a rose on my desk… it makes no sense… Well whatever, class is about to begin so you should take your seat.”
He shrugged it off and just walked to his desk. You admired the rose for it’s unique color, as your fingers ran up it’s stem, making sure not to cut yourself with it’s thorn while you are at it.
Once the school day finally ended, you rushed to the broadcasting room with Natsuhiko.
“M’lady! We are here-” He was instantly met with a book to the face by none other than Sakura.
“Tsukasa! I have something to show you!” You walked around Natsuhiko’s lifeless body.
“Ooooo let me see!!!” Tsukasa matched your energy, as he jumped off the table and met you halfway in the broadcasting room.
“Okayokay!” You smiled “Tada!” You showed him the purple rose as his smile widened.
“A purple rose! I have never seen a purple rose before! Where did you get it??” He asked.
“I found it on my desk this morning! I don’t know who gave it to me tho…” You frowned makinging Tsukasa frown as well.
“On your… desk..?” Sakura turned to you, worriness in her soft gaze.
“Yeah. Is there something wrong with that?” You asked, but before Sakura could answer, Tsukasa grabbed your hands making you face him.
“Nothing at all! It’s such a nice flower, I wonder how they grow them!” He laughed.
“Guysss I’m still here…” Natsuhiko stood up, blood dripping down from his nose.
“Oh! Natsuhiko You have a bloody nose!” You pointed out.
“Maybe I threw the book at him too hard…” Sakura sighed.
“Y/n! You should take him to the nurse!” Tsukasa suggested.
“Oh, uhm, sure!” You rushed over to the simp boy, helping him up.
“Let's get you to the nurse!” You shut the door behind you and silence flooded the room.
Tsukasa’s grin only grew wider as Sakura looked at him concerned.
“You do know what this means right?” She asked.
“Of course I do!” He said in his normal childish tone “But I won't let anyone hurt my s/o!”
“Are you going to tell them what this means?”
“I see no point in that.” Tsukasa’s aura grew dark as he examined the purple rose.
“I will kill whoever gave this to them~” He said before squeezing the rose at the base, forcing the petals to fall to the ground. Sakura sighed, knowing there is nothing she can do when he is this way. He dropped the stem once all the purple petals had fallen.
“Clean this mess up…” He turned to the mokke, eyes pitch black. They quickly nodded and did as he said, picking every petal up and rushing away. Tsukasa sat on a table, smiling, waiting for you to come back.
“Tsukasa! Sakura! We're back!” You entered with Natsuhiko who was holding a box full of tissues. You ran up to Tsukasa, looking around for the flower.
“Tsukasa… where’s the rose..?” You softly asked as he patted your head.
“Sorry Y/n, the mokke took it!” He pointed at a group of mokke who looked more like they were in fear.
“Ohhhh of course they would steal it! It was such a pretty rose…” You sulked.
“Don’t worry Y/n! You are way prettier than that rose anyways~”
Hahaha yandere time
He is determined to find out who gave you that flower and kill them
It took him a while, but he will find them
Like he will show them no mercy-
There will be a missing student at your school
He will smear that mf’s blood all over the classroom
And once he’s done he will lay the rose petals all over his dead body
“This is what you get for wanting to corrupt my angle~”
Sakura knew that he killed him too, she just didn’t say anything.
Like she couldn’t, Tsukasa wouldn’t let her
He would never tell a word to you though
He doesn’t think its an important topic to bring up-
He will make sure no one does anything like that again
Even if he has to kill everyone in the school to confirm that.
#toilet bound hanako kun#hanako x reader#hanako kun#teru minamoto#teru x reader#tsukasa x reader#yugi tsukasa#tsukasa yugi#tbhk x reader#toilet bound x reader#tbhk#tbhk anime#jbhk
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Cult stuff, family death ment and I'm sure not nice about it, homophobic violence ment
Sometimes I joke about how my family seems to get itself tangled up in cults. Not to random people, mind you, just to my friends. I would find it unbelievable if I didn't know it first and secondhand.
Even relatives I don't know, from the side of my family not involved in the cult I grew up in, got caught up in a cult.
I know, logically, that it makes sense for someone who was a part of a cult to accidentally fall into another. Return to what we're used to and all that. Doesn't mean it doesn't suck ass.
Semi related, I emailed my grandparents that are still highly involved, at least I think they are. I haven't talked to them in years. I was told one of them might kick it soon, and being that I grew up as their favorite, I'm hoping maybe I'll get some reparations for all the shit they put me thru by ways of inheritance. I'm not gonna bend over backwards for it but reaching out thru email is something manageable.
I had opened the email and I was just. Stuck. I didn't know what to write. I knew I couldn't mention anything queer, but...now my life is so involved with queer spaces, there wasn't much to write. I wrote something generic about living with friends.
What do you say to someone who wanted you stoned to death for being a lesbian? "Sorry about that! Good news, I'm not a lesbian and my dick surgery is in a few months. You cured me! I like men so much now that I became one."
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The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)
Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5
Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gap
Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC
Chapter 9
I had decided to stay awake after one of the baby’s feeds, I had told Maggie I’d help her planting some veg, considering food supplies were running low. I had time before I would go to the infirmary and my mind was still buzzing with distrust for Alexandria. But knowing I should stay for the baby I did, wanting to give him a better chance, so I occupied my days, distracting myself from my gut screaming at me that something was gonna go wrong.
The sun was just lightening the sky without making an appearance, so it was cool enough to work. I was already to go; food packed, baby fed and in a basket, just my hair.
I was standing in front of a mirror in the sitting room. I couldn’t brush it, it was too curly and it would only puff it up more. My last hair elastics broke last night so I stared helpless at the ringlets in the mirror. I could shave my head?
I’m not shaving my head …
After deciding not to shave my head, I graded a pencil (Something one of my older sisters had thought me) and twisted it and weaved it into my hair; leaving me with a low bun. It wouldn’t keep it off my neck but it would stay out of my face. Deciding that was enough for me I wrapped my new found scarf around my head once, making sure to secure my baby hairs and front strands in the fabric. Tying it at the base of my neck around the bun, leaving the flimsy material falling loosely at my shoulder blades.
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“One Russian name and one normal name?” Maggie confirmed, using her foot too glide the spade into the ground. “Yep, family tradition, honour the grandparents” I grunted, following suit. The sun had risen, and oh mama it was hot. We had started working before dawn, so we had a few tomatoes plants in the ground, and the conversation has drifted to the Christening tomorrow, and the lack of a name.
I’m guessing Maggie was also tired with an aching back by her strained reply “I don’t know many Russian names so you’ll have to excuse my lack of input there”. I huffed with a smile “I was thinking maybe Luke? Does he look like a Luke to you” I straightened glanced at the baby, who at this stage couldn’t really crawl; only sat there content with his big hat. Maggie halted, turning to look at him clumsily pulling out grass “He could be a Luke”
I decided to test it out “Hey” I called at the oblivious infant “You think you’re a Luke?” Waiting a moment, looking as he tried to put a blade of grass into his mouth before it fell from his weak grip. “Okay not Luke” I announced before bending back over continuing my work.
We were quiet concentrating for a few more minutes. “You thought of any names for yourself?” I asked, whipping a bead of sweat from my neck. The sound of shovels scratching threw dirt filled my ears before she gathered an answer. “Haven’t really thought about it yet, suppose it’s still early days” She said, focusing her eyes on the ground.
I nodded “Just be careful you don’t end up like me, waiting for the day before you have to name him” She chuckled at that.
When the sun got high I wondered over to the infirmary. I was reading a book I snagged from the hippie on natural herbs, writing out Denise’s beloved Short Cuts on a sheet of paper for each herb. Luckily not many were sick, so besides writing all of my useless information I just tidied up. It was nice, I felt like it was summer vacation and I was down at my Grandpa’s practice.
Denise and I sat on the porch, still in the shade. She looked off long fully in the distance at Tara on post while I quizzed her on her spread sheet. We had come up with a routine of cleaning, testing cheat sheets, cleaning again, and home time (If no one came in of course)
“Infection” I called out agents the hot air. Denise groaned, flopping back onto the wooden panels. “No, I’m sick of this” she exclaimed rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. I was sick of it too in all honesty. I lay next to her book on my chest “Yeah me too” I admitted staring up at the white porch roof. I glance across at her, she reminded me of Sonya, just getting in her head all the time, and trying to pull it all together for other people.
“How’re things with Tara?” I asked, somewhere between genuinely curious and just making small talk. “They’re fine, we moved in together” She sighed. Oh shit big step.
Hold the fuck up that’s a very big step. I bolted up right “What the fuck, I see you ever single day for the past five weeks and you didn’t say anything?” I starred, mouth wide open.
Denise shrugged defensively “I dunno Nina I didn’t think it was that important” My eyes darted to Tara who stood on the watch tower. I scoffed, repeating her “Not a big deal” before lay back down. It was quiet for a moment, just listening to the baby babbling in his highchair before Denise broke the pause in dialogue.
“Sorry I didn’t tell you” She said, putting her face in my direction but still not meeting my eyes. “I guess I was kinda scared how you’d react” She paused, biting her lips thinking “With you being so religious and all”
I narrowed my eyes, not fully understanding her meaning before it all clicked into place, which caused an eruption of laughs burst from my stomach. She looked at me bewildered before I could catch my breath, whipping a tear away from my eye.
“Dude” I gasped “Dude I’m catholic not an asshole” Her look of shock, followed by a small chuckle of relief calmed me a little.
I lolled my head to look at her “So you’re not homophobic” She asked still chuckling, I offered her a smile before leaning in and whispering “Not an asshole” while putting my hand on hers while we lazily starred up at the roof. I liked Denise, she reminded me of what it was like to have a sister, even if she presumed I was an asshole.
“Sooo” She sang, just as my mind was beginning to wander too far into sadder thoughts. “What’s going on with Daryl?” She cocked on eyebrow teasingly.
Confusion shocked my body, now I definitely didn’t expect that. I got on with Daryl, but I don’t think I’m into him “what about him?” I asked, cautiously.
I’ve gotten too comfortable here, just the hint of romantic relationships got my palms sweating. Now it was Denise’s turn to let a giggle “Are you kidding? You guys are always looking at each other and I see you guys early mornings talking to each other” Her nose was scrunched up like a kid tattling on their friend to teacher.
It’s true we had made a routine of crossing paths when I would feed the baby, and we would get up to hunt or get ready for a run. I just never figured it would spark town gossip.
“We are not always looking at each other” I said defensively. She scoffed sitting up “Nina you both are constantly gazing at each other from across the street!” I sat up next to her leaning agents the wall, her crossed legged and my arms resting on my bent knees. What in tarnation, gazing? I don’t gaze, I’m a Price and we’re not a gazing family
“We do not gaze”
“Then why are you getting so defensive”
“I’m not getting defensive”
Denise through her hands up in the air in defeat “Okay okay nothings going on, shouldn’t have asked” She looked down rubbing her palms together after I thanked her. Suddenly her face contorted in a smile “Say…” She sounded way too pleased with herself for this to end well.
“What are you doing later today?” Shit. I chewed my lip “I’m going helping with the cars” I answered bluntly, trying not to show just how completely she caught me.
“And who is it again who’s doing the cars today?” I hope that smile was hurting her face, it was far too big. My shoulders slouched in defeat, trying to hide my smile, my signal of “You got me” as Denise burst out laughing.
“You” She said, pushing my shoulder making me wobble “Are full of shit” I barely got to mumble a ‘Am not’ before the doctor continued her sentence “And I think you two would be cute”
“Fuck off”
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Me and Daryl, that’s weird, crazy even. Just because I get on with someone who’s reasonably attractive and single doesn’t mean I’m attracted to them
Even if I just said they were attractive. Not the point.
I’m gonna go in there, and be cool, chilled, just doing car stuff. And I’m a friendly person, I’m friendly with everyone. Sure I spent a little more time with him but so what?
I walked into the garage seeing Daryl with his head under the hood of one of the cars. His back was covered by a black vest top but his shoulders were glistening with the sweat, and his hair was damp and sticking agents his neck; obviously not enjoying the summer heat.
“Hey, need any help” I asked, putting the baby on the floor “I know a thing or two about cars” I leaned agents the car and peered into the engine, seeing it had all its parts.
“Had a boyfriend that was into cars?” He taunted, still not looking at me, knowing it would get on my nerves.
“My daddy was a mechanic” I clarified. He shot me a glance from behind the dirt and oil that covered his face “Thought you’d been more into them pageants” His mouth came up in a half smile, just flashing his teeth.
A wicked grin grew on my face “Oh yeah, real big into thoughts, won a few too” I hoped he could pick up on my sarcasm, pushing him over so I could get a better look at the valves threw the walker blood “But that’s only because I slept with the judges” I looked up and gave him a big smile but the look on his face ment I couldn’t hold back a laugh “Dann I never thought I’d see you look shocked” I said, slapping him on his back. See? Friendly.
Then a grumble past his lips “Always knew you’d be easy” Without looking up I punched his arm.
Sonya was into Pageants, real good. She won a scholarship to a nursing school in New York kinda good.
“You’d wanna know” I said, sticking my hand into the slimy shit stuck in the engine and pulling it out.
Just too buds, having laughs, no feelings.
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I disowned a lot of my family today....
I stood up for my brother... a young biracial black man to my cousins racists threats for violence.
I was called a whore... a junkie... I was told that I will end up just like my mother... This was by my cousin that was like my brother... that was someone who spent summers at my house.. I lost aunts... uncles... cousins... but the truth is... the second my mother married a black man we were excluded. It took me over 20 years to see that.
I used to wonder why we stopped going to visit our family back east... it wasn’t cuz of money... it was because my uncles couldn’t keep their racism in check.
It comes to me as no surprise, that my grandfather... a former police chief... turned out to be racist as fuck too... but I had the luxury of finding this out on facebook 2 years after he has been dead via my cousin who claimed that in his final years my beloved grandfather was viament blue lives matter supporter and kicked black and hispanic care givers out of his home...even hitting one with his cane... but ya know what... fuck em all. It may disgust me... I may have been sick a view times this morning whilst I processed this all... but yeah.. fuck em all is still a damn good stance.
My shitty ass racist as fuck white, con artists piece of human garbage father walked out on me... my shitty ass fake liberal family turned their back on their daughter who feel in love with a black man... who took me in as his own when my biological dad walked out.... this at 26 years old mind you...
His family did the same. They loved me like one of their own. I was treated no diffrent that any other grandchildren. My parents worked 4 jobs between them so Grandma and Grandaddy watched my brother and I all the time. My best childhood memories are in her warm, vibratent home. Where everyone was welcome and everyone was fed. When Grandma was teaching the girls to braid... she told me “You ain’t got hair that need braided but you got fingers right? get that scrawny little behind over here and learn...” and even though my uncoordinated ass could never braid... she still loved me. She still called me Snoopy... and I still miss her every damn day. I don’t miss my Gram everyday... I miss Grandma... She is the one person, more than anyone I wish I could talk to about all this because she had opinions and she never shyed away from voicing them.
I know who loved me. I know who cherished me and still does. Who told me just saturday... he was proud of the woman I have become... that I am good mom... that he knows when the time comes there will be no better advocate for my young, black, ND brother and he knows he is in the most capable hands. Which honestly... there are no words to express what that ment to me. Even typing it I am teary.
Which is why... I went to war with my own blood today.
I now have nothing left but the few chosen family... and my step-dad and brother.... and I am good with that.
Because fuck having bunch of fake self proclaimed “open minded east coast liberals” but really a bunch of Trump voting ,“Blue Lives Matter” mother fuckers in my family defending a cop who killed a black man that easily could have been my brother. FUCK THAT.
I was taught to be quite about matters of race. My step-dad told me it “wasn’t a subject that people liked to talk about” and that “Most people don’t want to understand, so don’t waste your time trying to make them”. I have been keeping in close contact with my step-dad these last few days. He told me over the weekend he was wrong. He should have taught me earlier to use my profound privilege of being an eloquent, well read, “beautiful” (dad’s always say that shit lol) white woman to call out the profound racism that our family experienced at the hands of our own flesh and blood.
So like any good daughter... I did... I called out them and they didn’t like it... and I am still shocked I am okay with that.
Then I came out publicly to whole of everyone who knows me as BI... after 15 years with only fandom and close friends knowning... you know... just to weed out the fucking homophobes while I am it too.
#personal#tw:racsim#also I came out publicly today#that's a thing#fuck this has been the strangest day
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i hate how this site and everywhere fuckin else is always like: theres nothing unique about women who only are attracted to women!!! all wlw have the same culture!!! like stop telling me im being a big mean dyke bc i dont fancy you trying to speak over lesbians about lesbian specific issues/experiences while calling us all reggressive n rude
theres a reason (lesbophobia) why most of my current group is lesbians, its almost like were being alienated by the way the "community" treats us and are tired of being constantly assumed to be rude/aggressive/untrustworthy/regressive and just generally seen in a negative light
ive had to many gbtq friends whove said hurtful things about lesbianism to my fucking face, ive had a coworker who isnt a lesbian call me a dykey queer to my face and ment it as a "compliment", i have and still am being sexually harassed by a white bi woman whos a manager in my store and it wasnt until i called her out for racist/anti black lesbophobia that she started being hella gross to me, oh lets not forget all the gbtq ppl who silenced about talking about my experiences from being abused and r*ped as a closeted lesbian, oh also do we wanna talk about like how under reported and undocumented lesbians abuse/r*pes/assault/ipv/homelessness stats are bc ppl think that were "immune" to men and homophobic violence
like too many of yall just like to silence, berate and get off on abusing us bc youve been tricked into think we have some sort of privilege you dont
#dont rebloop#me#personal#vent#im just tired of ppl thinking and projecting their lesbophobia on to me#im ughh ????#ppl dont take lesbophobia seriously and it shows
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me: lmao i want to die
asshat driver: *accelerates from a dead stop as i walk across the street, making me book it just to not get run over*
me @ driver: not YOUR call though, probably-homophobe mcGee
#to clarify i have no intention of actually dying anytime soon#its just nice sometimes to imagine that i could fuck off when i'm stressed out by existing#//#jm vs. life#suicide ideation cw /#death ment /#violence ment ?#car accident ment ?#loud text /#homophobia ment ?#i don't actually know if it was about how gay i look or about how locals tend to especially dislike students at my school for being queer#but either way this is homophobic in the sense that it inconvenienced me#/#shitposting
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ALERTA MÜNCHEN / BACKSTAGE / 13.07.19
Dear Backstage Staff,
I love the venue, it's a really awesome space, I had a memorable time there a few days ago.
I was pleased to see the zero tolerance for hateful ideologies manifest at the entrance - and this is why I feel the need to alert you.
One of the bands poised to take the stage tonight have no qualms about mingling with violent Hungarian ethno-nationalists. In fact, the festival they just played was a shameless platform for today's most prominent hate figures and far-right organizations in Hungary.
This is who MOBY DICK have been rubbing elbows with just before going to München:*
The event is dubbed Magyar Sziget (Hungarian Island, magyarsziget.hu), and it gathered the most prominent figures of the active far-right scene. As recurring participants, Moby Dick don't seem to have a problem with that.
I assume you have not been aware of this, but I trust that the staff at Backstage will still be able to make sure that everyone is safe tonight.
And perhaps there would be a way to make sure everybody understands that homophobia and racism are not acceptable.
NAZIS FUCK OFF!
-- In solidarity,
161
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* A quick who's who on the attached screenshot:
GÖBL GÁBOR bass player is openly advocating for MI HAZÁNK (Our Homeland), Hungary's newest radical right, anti-semitic, anti-Roma, anti-immigrant party.
MENTES NORBERT guitar player collaborates with the known bonehead singer of ROMANTIKUS ERŐSZAK (Romantic Violence), a racist skinhead band.
TOROCZKAI LÁSZLÓ is the hate figure at the center of all this: as the mayor of border village Ásotthalom - location of the festival -, and a former member of hate organization HATVANNÉGY VÁRMEGYE IFJÚSÁGI MOZGALOM, HVIM (64 Counties Youth Movement). A former violent ultra with known Nazi views, he led armed border patrol militias to capture supposed border crossers. Co-president of Our Homeland, the de facto leading politician of the right scene.
BETYÁRSEREG (Army of Outlaws) is a violent extremist organization. Leader TYIRITYÁN ZSOLT, a convicted for hate crimes, is open about his admiration for National Socialism and claims pride in being a racist. Kárpátia are the top "national rock" band still within the acceptability of the mainstream.
BUDAHÁZY GYÖRGY, of HVIM past, was tried on terrorism charges for involvement in political violence. He was convicted, then acquitted on appeal. Since his release he has focused on disrupting LGBTQ events.
BUDAHÁZY EDDA, his sister, has come forward as the propagator of the nation's rebirth by launching Hozz Világra Még Egy Magyart Mozgalom (Give Birth To Another Hungarian Movement - yes, really), which comes down to homophobic and xenophobic propaganda.
DÚRÓ DÓRA, also MP of MI HAZÁNK, is another "normal family" advocate with actual political power. Just recently, she filed a report with the police against the Pride parade for public indecency, and is demanding that Pride celebrations be banned in the future.
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Chapter Eighteen : LE MARIAGE POUR TOUS
Part Two of the extensively-researched and exhausting journey through France and its Queer citizens through time.
As we explored France’s Past with Queer History yesterday,
Today is about that very special time of 2012–2013 with the passing of Same-Sex Marriage.
Tomorrow, our present and future.
In this article, we’ll explore how we came to same-sex marriage, the opposition, the climate of the time and how much of a cunt you are if you ever thought “yeah, now we have same sex marriage, we can chill”.
As most of you must know by now, Same-sex marriage has been legal in France since May 18, 2013. It became the thirteenth country worldwide to allow same-sex couples to marry (out of 28 as of 2019). Unfortunately, even in a country that promotes itself as gay-friendly, it wasn’t an easy fight. And here are the highlights.
With the implementation of the PACS in 1999, the country was somewhat at peace with LGBTQ+ rights. It didn’t last long though.
On June 5, 2004, Mayor of Bègles and former Green Party Presidential Candidate Noël Mamère conducted a same-sex marriage ceremony for two men. The Minister of Justice later declared the union null and void. The case went up to the Court of Cassation and the European Court of Human Rights, to zero positive results and Mamère was suspended from his functions.
In 2006, as the PACS was getting more and more rights, a committee on the “Report of the Family and the Rights of Children” argued that marriage, adoption and medically assisted reproduction for same-sex couples were still out of the question.
Flashforward to 2011. While the government was no longer trying to give more rights to LGBTQ+ people (it should be noted that only the L and G were in the public’s mind. Maybe a little L but with even less consideration), LGBT organizations decided to go the Constitutional Council and ask a review of same-sex marriage as unconstitutional. The demand was rejected and the question was send to the Parliament.
On June 14th, the Assembly voted 293–222 NO to same-sex marriage. Socialists deputies were “mostly” in favor of the law and just like that, as gay rights were a major player in the 1981 presidential election, the same happened with the 2012 legislative AND presidential campaigns.
2012 AND ITS PROMISES
Power-thirsty candidate François Hollande announced during his presidential campaign his support for same-sex marriage and adoption for same-sex couples. To be fair, Hollande was already a vocal supporter of those rights back in 2004, while his partner at the time, Ségolène Royal, was less into it.
Queer people had their cheerleader and, no spoilers here, Hollande won the election on May 6th, 2012. With a absolute majority at the Assembly a few weeks later came a promise of a bill no later than spring of 2013.
The first draft was submitted to Parliament on November 7, 2012.
And that’s when…
BIGGOT’S SHIT HIT THE FAN
November 17th, 2012 saw the creation a collective called “La Manif’ Pour Tous” (or MPF) as a response to the new government’s plea for same-sex marriage. Made mostly of faith-based associations (37 to be exact), it was founded by Frigide Barjot, Ludivine de la Rochère and Albéric Dumont. Yep, if you feel the need to thank anyone for feeling like a piece of shit back in 2013, those three seem like the main recipients.
I was going to do a portrait of Frigide Bardot but on second thoughts, she’s so not worth it. The self-proclaimed “press manager of Jesus” also created the ‘Collectif de l’Humanité Durable” which campaigns against abortion and euthanasia rights. Her quotes are as intelligent as “Same-sex marriages are like weddings between animals” and she’s a ridiculous person.
So, back to MPF. Did you know that of those 37 organizations, Le Monde found out that 22 of them did not exist or were just “empty shells” associations ? Hmm. Funny, right ?
Anyway, on November 17th, the first manifestation is organized. Around 70,000 people took to the street with slogans like “La Famille, Patrimoine de l’Humain”, “Un Papa, un Maman, on ne ment pas aux enfants” or “Le Gender, c’est pas mon Genre”. What a bunch of clever little Jesus Freaks.
A second manifestation is put together on January 13th, 2013. This time, sources talk to close to 340,000 people all around Paris. Marine LePen was there, all smiling and happy. CUNT.
A month later, 700,000 signatures were on a petition sent to the Conseil Economique, Social et Environnemental (CESE). The demands of the Manif pour Tous were rejected by the Tribunal Administratif of Paris, which dimmed it invalid, the Cour d’Appel of Paris and finally the Conseil d’Etat.
Third manifestation on March 24th. 300,000 people attended while the Right Party (UMP) joined the march.
On the fourth manifestation on April 21st, only 45,000 people were present, showing a slowing down of the bigoted movement. The Manif Pour Tous was tearing itself apart from the inside, with Frigite Bardot becoming a too crazy-and-permanent presence in the media and a few important organizations leaving the show, like Printemps Français.
Did you know that the Manif pour Tous was still active and is now a political party ? More on that tomorrow.
Nothing about that was funny. More than dramatic, it was a scary time for Queer People as La Manif pour Tous instigated a new rule to the game of life.
THE RIGHT TO HATE
It became apparent in 2013 that parts of the country was liberating themselves from its political correctness that came with the Aids Epidemic et the arrival of the PACS.
A report from May 2014 announced a 78% gain in homophobic slurs and attacks in 2013. In total, 3500 cases were reported to the police at some point during the year. A third of those cases were linked to the Manif pour Tous.
The media saturation on the subject made it an everyday debate from Monday to Sunday, from the workplace to the dinner table. A Queer person was being attacked every two days, mostly in public places.
Quote from the report “victims consider that the exposure to aggressive rhetorics gave the attackers a sense of encouragement, a feeling of doing the right thing, and favorable impunity when it came to act”. Queer people were forced back in the closet in some way, as just holding your partner’s hand or kissing in public could land you in the hospital.
Example : A lesbian couple in Lyon cuddled on the subway. A young homophobe saw that, called them “disgusting lesbians, whores, sluts, bitches” and hit them both.
Example : On April 7th, 2013, the very public bashing of Wildred de Brujin while he was walking with his boyfriend in the streets of Paris (see article “Queer Community vs Violence”).
Example : I COULD DO THIS ALL DAY.
I, myself, was punched in the face in my car while surrounded by a group of thugs who didn’t like the fact that two guys were in a car talking in their neighborhood. They asked us “What are you doing here?”. We’re talking, what does it look like ? They said “We don’t want people like you around here, fuck off”. What people ? People who talk ? My window was open just enough for one of them to put his fist in my face. I turned the engine on, open the door wild to push them away and ran away. My friend was living on that street and we had to wait at least half an hour before coming back and letting him go home. I was furious. I kept on driving, my hands were shaking. I stopped the car twice. The first time, to calm myself down as I was about to faint from anger. The second time, I leaned over to my friend — who was just a friend — and kissed him for a full minute, tongue and all, and said “At least now, we were attacked for a reason”.
Social Media was full of openly homophobic tweets and Facebook posts. Poetic phrases like “Beeeeeeeeeeurk dans mes amis sur Facebook y’a une gouine”, “#BrulonsLesPD”, “#LesGaysNeSontPasHumainsCar” or “#LaFranceSansGays”. And don’t think for one second that the anonymity of the internet was the main reason for those statements. They were, but it was so bad back then, you would still hear them out loud ON THE FUCKING STREET.
AND THEN IT HAPPENED
On February 2, 2013, The Assembly approved the first article of the bill, legalization of same-sex marriage, 249 to 97. Opponents then introduced more than 5,000 amendments to the bill in order to slow down its passage. By February 12, the bill as a whole won 329–229 and was sent to the Senate.
Same story starting there starting April 4th. First article approved 179–157. By April 23rd, with minor amendments, the bill came on top with 331–225.
François Hollande promulgated the bill, commonly known as “Loi Taubira” in reference to its main sponsor, as law on May 18th, 2013.
The first same-sex marriage took place in Montpellier on May 29.
146 mayors challenged the law and refused to officiate marriages for same-sex couples. Just so you know, a refusal to implement is considered discrimination based on sexual orientation and is punishable with up to 5 years imprisonment and a 75,000 euros fine. Their cases were send to the European Court of Human Rights in vain, as their were dismissed in October 2018.
As of 2018, 40,000 same-sex marriages have been celebrated in France, approximately 3.5% of all French marriages in the 5-year time frame.
THE FIGHT HAS JUST BEGUN. YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT ?
We talked laws. We talked Homophobia. We talked Fear.
I know want to share an impression of the Post-Mariage pour Tous situation that I’ve shared many times with friends, who mostly agree with me.
It seemed that after the gigantic milestone was sealed and done, and the celebrations of the 2013 pride went according to plan, there was some sort of general drop of shoulders from Gays and Lesbians all around the country.
The common attitude felt like an extension of the commonly heterosexual thought that now that we had marriage, we were all good and equal under the law.
Well, absofuckinlutly not.
While we have the right to marry and adopt as Queer couples, it didn’t come with IVF (In Vitro Fertilisation) for lesbian couples or any types of surrogacy for same-sex couples. Also, Gay men are still discriminated by the Law by not being able to give blood unless we’re a year abstinent.
And for fuck’s sake, what about Trans rights ? Don’t you care about your Trans brothers and sisters ?
That’s a story for tomorrow. Just know, dear Queer who is totally satisfied by the current situation, now that you have what you want, isn’t time to focus on those who don’t ? Wouldn’t be fair for this year’s pride to be all about parts of the community who is still search for their right to exist ?
See you then.
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