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[angrygingerandfriends]

Starter for @snugglesmuses In a large bedroom that clearly belonged to a young girl, decked out in more Disney princess posters and stuffed animals than anyone had any business owning, Hope Ellwood sat alone on her bed, looking down at a storybook, a Moana blanket wrapped around her tiny shoulders.

“Uuuuughhhh,” she groaned out loud, flopping herself backward onto a mountain of pillows and teddy bears.  “I’m so bored.”  Holding the book up where she could see, she looked at the group of children playing together splashed across the pages.

“I wish I had somebody to play with…”

The little girl stared at the book for a moment longer, then put the book down with a pouty expression and a loud sigh.  Mama and Daddy were busy doing boring grown-up stuff at the kitchen table, a pile of papers spread in front of them, and all of her school friends had gone away for summer vacation.  

Normally, Hope didn’t mind playing alone, but she could only have so many tea parties and go on so many adventures by herself before it got boring.  She was about to go ask the grown-ups again if they could play for just a little while, when suddenly a figure out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.  She got up to get a better look, and an expression of surprise and excitement crossed her freckled face.

“Wowie, who are you?” she asked brightly.

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Gustavo found himself in a pitch-black tight space, with little room around him. He had no memory of how he ended up here. All he could remember was something touching his forehead, and a flash of white.

“Oh hell … am I dead or something?” He muttered to himself in the dark. He slowl mey reached up to touch the spot where he was touched, only to find a large, rough protrusion taking up a fair portion of his forehead. The discovery made him step back in shock, only for him to feel something press into his back. Turning around, he was greeted with a sliver of vertical yellow light.

Realising there was a door in front of him, he cautiously reached in front of him, turning the knob and pushing forth. It must have been a small door, because his head made contact with the frame above as he walked through. Met with a mild dose of pain, he shook his head for a moment before focusing on the room in front of him

He was immediately disgusted. Greeting him was a moderately sized room of light pink, littered with enough girly toys and colorful decorations to make a unicorn vomit. For some reason, the sight of the room made him uncomfortable, but he couldn’t think of why. His attention first turned to a full wall-length mirror to his left, littered with stickers of kittens and unrecognisable characters. What he saw starting back made the blood rush from his face. In place of what was once a rugged and good looking, impeccably dressed man was a large hulking creature, tall enough that the thick, static fur on top of his head brushed the ceiling. And the fur was pink. Hot pink, and vivid enough to make the color on the wall jealous. He was covered head to toe in it. The large protrusion turned out to be a large glittering horn, adorned with a silky, lime green ribbon at the base. Large fangs stuck out haphazardly from his mouth. They reminded him of the hicks that moved into the old neighborhood.

“You’ve gotta be fu-” he was cut off by the squeek of a very small girl he hadn’t noticed in the room when he first entered. He turned to see her staring up at him with what seemed to him a mix of curiosity and barely contained excitement. It took a moment for the girls question to register in his head.

“Who am I? Who the hell are you? And why do I look like an overstuffed carnival prize?” He demanded of the tiny child.

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The creature's questions fell on deaf ears, as Hope was too busy gawking wide-eyed and open-mouthed at his pink mass, looking as though every dream she'd ever had was suddenly coming true before her very eyes.

With an excited squeal, she leapt off her bed and tackled the creature in a vice-like hug, sinking deeply into his fur.

"You're so cute!" she shrieked, climbing the creature until they were face to face. She grabbed his cheeks between her chubby little hands. "What's your name? I'm Hope! We're gonna be bestest friends forever!"

The girl continued to squash his face about, as if studying it while she rambled continuously about seemingly every thought that crossed her mind, repeating again and again how they'd be the best of friends forever and ever and ever.

"Let's go ask Mama and Daddy if we can get bunk beds!"

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“I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.” (lmao @ Eror)

The demon looks annoyed at the very idea, and his thin lips curl into a snarl.

“Ugh.” he says, sticking out his tongue as if the concept is absolutely disgusting to him.  “Keep me out of your weird-ass fairytale fantasies.  I’m no fuckin’ prince charming, Sunshine.”

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“We should get a puppy!”

Joel couldn’t help the amused look that crossed his face.  Juliette was always just so enthusiastic about these things, and even if he’d wanted to be annoyed, it was too cute for him to resist.

“Another one?” he asked with a grin, ignoring the excited begging from his daughter, who’d overheard the conversation.  “Did you even really have to ask?  What kind should we get this time?”

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If a fictional characters death caused you to have depression so bad that you:

A) can’t eat

B) aren’t sleeping

C) are vomiting/feel nauseated

D) equate it to an experience you had to a family/friends’ death

E) all of the above

Then you need to get off tumblr, Twitter, social media in general, and get therapy. This isn’t normal behavior by any stretch of the means and you’re showing severe signs of loss to someone who never existed, which is worrisome in its own right.

I get that we feel attached and grieve for our favorite fictional characters. It’s understandable to cry, be upset, be angry, and feel those feelings, but to experience this stuff for over a week and this extensively is ridiculous. Go see help and stop using instant gratification of social media as a means to neglect your mental health.

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Home

Starter for @life-sans-sin

“You’re gonna be okay, honey.”

It seemed as though this phrase was the only thing August had heard over the past few weeks, from social worker after social worker, to the point that the words had lost all meaning to him. They felt more like empty platitudes, parroted by people who pitied him, who spoke in whispers behind his back about the things he’d been through, as if he were a story in the news to be commented on, and not a little boy who was now alone in the world.

He sighed from the passenger seat of the little red Sunfire driven by Mrs. Jameson, staring past his own reflection in the rain-pattered window, hands clasped tightly about his small bag of meager belongings. He didn’t know what kind of home he was going to now, his days in the group home over with, but wherever it was did not fill him with hope. His experience thus far taught him that while every one of these people swore they were on his side and wanted to help him, that he did not matter, he didn’t know what he needed or what was good for him, and that he had no say in anything that was about to happen to him. They would decide for him, and his feelings on the matter would be silenced under the reasoning that he was just a child–and children don’t know what’s good for them.

“I’ve met your foster parent before,” Mrs. Jameson continued, oblivious to his obvious disinterest in conversation. “They’re going to take good care of you until we can identify your father.” August remained silent. At the mention of his father, the boy’s mind went to imagining the man who barely seemed real, as it almost always did. He knew his father must exist somewhere, or he’d never have been born in the first place, but the very idea of him never seemed entirely real. As they sped along the highway, August’s mind cycled through all of the different ways he’d imagined his father over the years based on the things his mother had told him–the few times she tolerated him enough to talk to him. She’d never been sure which man had been the one to aid in his conception, but was absolutely certain that whatever one it was, he must be a deadbeat if he hadn’t even stepped up when she’d found out that she was pregnant.

August’s hands tightened on his bag. Had his father simply run out on them? His mother and everyone he’d known for most of his life always swore that he had, that he’d wanted nothing to do with the baby he’d fathered and simply disappeared. The social workers on the other hand, were certain that the man had simply never known. He didn’t know who to believe.

“Almost there, hun.” Mrs. Jameson’s voice broke through his thoughts, and August looked up. Sometime while he’d been lost in thought, they’d entered a new town and were now cruising down a residental road. His feeling of dread deepened as they drove, knowing that soon he’d be arriving at the place he’d be forced to call home for the forseeable future.

After an eternity, the car turned into the driveway, and the house came into view. August found himself feeling pleasantly surprised. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the house at the end of the driveway felt almost welcoming. And there on the porch, stood the person who would be his new family for the foreseeable future

[confessionsfromatvaddict]

I adore the romantic trope of “whatever universe, my soul will find you.”

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[sagamemes]

reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).

i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.

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Oh look, it's a human Erorael

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He couldn’t respond. The words just wouldn’t come out. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to in the first place. The inside of August’s head was chaos. Thoughts and emotions chasing each other about senselessly, like moths trapped in a jar, their wings beating helplessly against the glass. He wanted comfort. For someone to pat his head and promise him everything was going to be okay. But the very idea of physical contact with anyone made him shudder. And surely they’d want to know what was wrong. He couldn’t bear to say the words out loud. 

August curled into a ball, clutching at his abdomen, whimpering quietly at the pain he felt radiating from it. It felt as though his insides were trying to collapse in on themselves. Just one more way for his body to remind him he was broken. He weakly pulled himself to his feet, knowing better than to ignore an adult when they were speaking to him. Even if his father and Juliette had never hit him, he always found himself half expecting them to start any time he messed up. As the boy stood, he caught sight of himself in the mirror once more, and a burst of rage and anguish hit him before he could even begin to process it. 

 A guttural sound escaped his throat and he threw his head forward against the glass. The mirror shattered and the shards clattered into the sink and onto the floor. Drops of red joined the pieces, blood flowing down August’s face. His emotions seemed to evaporate as the scream died in his throat, and he withdrew into himself entirely. He sat down on the floor, ignoring the glass that pricked and cut at his skin, staring unseeingly forward, face expressionless. August knew what he’d just done was essentially an invitation for Juliette to force her way in to see what was wrong, but he suddenly found he didn’t care. It was as if he was no longer even here.

What she heard coming from the other side of the door scared Juliette silly. She tried the door, and it resisted. Her tiny form would not allow her to break it down, however, it also did not erase her intelligence. Quickly, Julie scrambled away, returning with a crowbar and a hammer.

Yes, she absolutely destroyed the doorknob to the point that they would need a new door entirely…

Juliette brushed that thought aside, tossing the weapons out of sight before dropping to her knees at August’s side. She blinked a few times, absolutely terrified by the sight. He did not seem to respond to her waving her hand in front of his face. With a small, squeaky noise, she reached to gather him up into her arms.

Yes, even as a young adolescent, he was starting to outgrow her, but it didn’t stop Juliette’s motherly instincts. If one thing was to be said about her, she had a natural maternal drive. Especially when it came to August and Hope, she did not take this sort of thing lightly.

She peered down at August, clearly startled at the pieces of mirror in his skin.

“My sweet boy, are you alright?” Her voice, always soft and sweet, was one she was still hesitant to use even after recovery.

She brushed his hair back, wincing at the sight. 

Instinctively, Juliette pulled out the bigger shards of glass. She knew better lighting would be needed as well as tweezers, but at the moment, she was trying to cover the worst of the damage. Gently, she touched August’s arm.

She knew well the boundaries, how he drew back, much like she would from time to time and tried to be respectful. 

This in mind, with strength that could only be explained by adrenaline and determination, she scooped him up and stumbled off to the bedroom she and Joel shared, laying him on the bed and turning on the beside lamp.

“Close your eyes, the light is bright…” Julie murmured.

“I will take care of you. It will be alright.”

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He was too far within himself to respond.

All of the walls he’d built, the protective barriers he’d thrown around himself that his parents had spent months trying to slowly bring down were back in full force, leaving him tiny, alone and afraid in the darkness.

He was barely aware of the door crashing open, the way Juliette had scooped him into her arms like a child, or the way she picked the shards of glass from his flesh.  He scarcely noticed the blood on his face mixing with his tears, or the light change as she carried him to her bedroom.  The dog sniffing and whimpering anxiously at the commotion may as well have not existed.  All that was real was August and abyss he’d hidden himself away in.

He stared unseeingly forward, motionless except for his shuddering breaths, silent and expressionless.  He was numb... unfeeling.

Empty.

It didn’t matter.  None of it mattered.  The universe, after all, in all its vastness, did not care about one broken, abused little boy.  Everything was meaningless.  So what was the point?  What was the point in anything?  Why did he keep trying to be something that some higher power was clearly trying to remind him he was not?  

The only people to ever show him an ounce of kindness had been his father and Juliette, and even they didn’t truly understand.  But...

At least they tried.

He stayed buried within himself, unable to surface and face the real world.  Unable to face what he was, what had happened, and the fact that sooner or later, he would have to explain this.  They’d never just let it go.  He’d have to say the words, and that would make it real.  There was a tiny noise in his throat, and without being aware, his hand instinctively reached for one he knew was nearby. When he found it, he held on tightly and refused to let go, as if her hand was the only thing keeping him from disappearing entirely.

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Queen and Lionheart

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The princess.

It had come more of a shock than anything when Sir Aurion, Captain of the Royal Guard had announced the young knight’s new assignment. He was only twenty one years old, and barely out of training, but the Captain was insistent, no matter how many of the other knights protested, how many insisted that they were much more competent, more suited for the job than he was. The young knight couldn’t help but agree, though he suspected they were envious of his assignment for reasons other than being qualified. No one had been this eager to trade when the assignment to guard the youngest princess was being given. However, the Captain remained firm, and the young knight was sent on his way.

Accepting his task, he strode briskly through the castle corridors, the light clinking of his armor and loud clacking of his boots echoing loudly off the cold stone walls, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword as it always was while on duty. True, he had only been a fully fledged knight for only six months or so, but the way he carried himself and the quiet confidence on his freckled face could surely convince anyone of the opposite.

He reached the princess’s personal chambers and paused, taking a moment to ensure he was presentable, as had been part of his training. A knight must always look his best when in the presence of royalty. He fixed the leather band that held back his long ginger hair, and wiped away a smudge on his armor, but as he stepped forward to knock, the door swung open and he nearly had to leap backward to avoid colliding with the princess herself. The accusatory look she wore was not lost on him, and he swiftly regained his composure, dropping to one knee and lowering his head in a respectful bow.

“Forgive me, your Majesty.” he said in a soft, mildly accented voice. “I am Sir Ellwood. Captain Aurion has assigned me to the position of your personal guard.  It is my honor to serve you, milady.”

Despite having seen the princess on numerous occasions prior–most during his training, which the royal children often seemed to enjoy watching–he was always caught a little off guard by her. Whether it was her piercing blue eyes, the quiet grace that seemed to fill her every movement, or something he didn’t entirely understand, Ellwood fought fiercely to keep the hint of red from creeping into his cheeks, hoping the princess wouldn’t notice. Such foolishness was not appropriate for a knight, much less the personal guardian of a member of the royal family.

She had to laugh a little. There was something soft about him. Juliette looked over the knight, taking in his features with a quiet amusement. His hair was a wild red, though it was slightly different than her own. Hers was more like the sunset before a blood moon, and his more like an ember she had seen in the fireplace after a long day.

Why did she think these things? They were elongated and poetic, a waste of breath on the tongues of the rich. Maybe it was what kept her sane, how she could describe her handmaiden’s hair, much like golden threads through her fingers, or Sir Ellwood’s eyes, brighter than any star she had ever seen—

She flushed and turned away, fussing with her skirts for a moment. It seemed her freckles were not the only thing adorning her cheeks today. It took the princess a minute to compose herself. Though, in her position, against his, it was not necessary for her to explain her actions.

When she looked at her freckled knight again, a fond smile touched her lips. She remembered when she was young. Little Juliette was just walking and talking, and like many days, was watching the knights practice in the yard.

One had fallen, and tiny Julie had run, distraught, screaming that he needed a kiss to live. She pressed her lips against the knight’s cheek, to the horror of her distraught nanny, who quickly swooped her up.

“Your Highness, we do not do that!” 

The soft laughter of the knights, and the grin from the now-captain was forever trapped in her memory. She wondered if they still spoke of her young shenanigans. 

Juliette smiled gently, then motioned for him to rise. She never did quite feel comfortable with anyone bowing before her. Maybe that is why she was not meant to lead. It was not her femininity, rather, her demeanor. 

She looked him up and down again, then took a breath. Her hand rested against her chest, fingers touching her collarbone. 

“I will start by thanking you for your service, Sir Ellwood. This kingdom would be nothing without our knights.” She offered a small cursy.

“It is nice to meet you properly.” Julie grinned a little. 

“If you do not mind, I do have one request of you…” 

She reached, delicate fingers fixing one of her intricate braids as it started to loosen.

“In private, aside from my handmaidens or nurses, please refer to me by my name. Juliette. I will accept Princess, however…I have not earned any titles that make me above a girl with a name and a crown.”

She was firm with this request, her back straight and her hands still. Juliette took in a deep breath.

“I am not to be feared, Sir Ellwood. After all, I am here to serve my people.” Her voice was soft, almost motherly. “Are you not one of my people, under that armor?”

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Ellwood returned to his feet and cleared his throat softly, noticing how much he seemed to tower over her at his full height.  He inclined his head respectfully at her request.

“Yes, your grace-- er.. Juliette.” he said, though using the first name of a royal family member seemed almost blasphemous for someone of his rank.  He hadn’t been expecting such open warmth from her.  While the royal family was never unkind, they were still royals, and he was but a knight; expendable and willing to lay down his life for their protection.  Should he fall, there were many more to take his place, and this was a fact he’d known when he’d joined the academy and begun his training.

He cleared his throat again, and straightened his back, hand still resting readily on the hilt of his sword, doing his best to subdue the flush he felt rising in his cheeks as his eyes met hers.  Something about her gaze held him, made his mouth run dry and his stomach seem to fill with a thousand fluttering moths.  He was unable to look away, silently staring into her brilliant blue eyes for what was surely far too long, and yet she did not break the connection either.

It felt as though a fire had been lit in his belly, and suddenly seized by the same conviction that led to his becoming a knight in the first place, he took her tiny hand -- lord was it tiny -- in his armored one, and gently pressed his lips to her knuckles.

“I may be one of your people, my lady,” he said softly, looking up at her from behind the ginger hair that was not held back with the rest.  “But I have taken an oath to serve and protect your family so long as I should continue to live.  And you have my word as a knight that no matter the circumstance, I am willing to lay down my life for you.”

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Her mother always said she was soft. Her heart was too big for her chest, with a huge weakness for animals. Animals were pure. They did not judge, hate, or harm without cause. Even when they did harm, it was out of fear. Juliette knew that fear like her very own reflection in the mirror. So when she saw the huge dog (possibly a wolf hybrid?) she had to stop. A part of her was prepared for a heartbreaking sight, something somber for her to muse on upon getting home.

What she found though, gave her a sense of hope. He was breathing, and a frantic phone call to her father got her the help she needed to hoist the huge creature into her car. Logan knew not to fight Juliette when her heart was set on something, even if he was sure it was a lost cause. 

Within just minutes, she was home and rifling through her first-aid kit. She was no vet, but a bullet-wound was a bullet-wound, and Julie had practiced on enough corpses to get the general idea.

Well, she hoped.

He was still breathing when she finished. She had no promise that he still would be in the morning, or even a few minutes after she set the small bowl of water a few feet away. 

When she set up a bed on the floor and curled up just far enough to keep him in sight, she knew she was being far too hopeful. Her mother would tell her she was asking to be mauled by what was easily a wild animal. 

Julie decided that she did not care.

“You be good, okay? It will look better tomorrow.”

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He was alive.

Stiff, nauseated and in excruciating pain, but alive.  As his eyes opened and his vision slowly focused, showing him an unfamiliar bedroom lit by a soft morning light, he became acutely aware of a sensation he was not accustomed to.

He was still a wolf.  He looked down at his paws, still stained with blood from the night before -- was it his own, or had he harmed an innocent?  The thought made his blood run cold as he sniffed at it, ignoring the agonizing pain that shot up his side as he did.  Relief.

It was only cow’s blood.

He struggled to haul himself to his feet, but the pain threatened to make him pass out, and he collapsed back to the floor with a loud whine.  He couldn’t stop the whimpers from rising in his throat, and his tail instinctively curled underneath him.  He felt helpless, unable to move.  Maybe if he could just change back…  He closed his eyes and tried to focus through the pain, but stopped abruptly and jerked his head back upward at a soft noise from somewhere in the room.

He wasn’t alone.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and his ears fell flat against his skull, blue eyes sweeping the room suspiciously.  He tried again to get to his feet, but only managed to pull himself up to a sitting position, his effort filling the room with the scent of fresh blood.  He continued to scan the room, but his vision still hadn’t cleared entirely, and he could make nothing out, until his eyes settled on the bowl of water.

Suddenly aware of how dry his throat felt, he gave one final look around the room, then pulled himself to the bowl and drank greedily, not even caring that he was slopping large amounts of water on the floor.  He kept a watchful eye out as he drank, ready to bare his teeth the minute a threat should present itself.

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A sick grin immediately appeared on the demon’s face, his eyes narrowing.

“Now that’s more like it.”

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She had written her own demise in her commands. Yet, even with the pain of his claws digging into her pale flesh and his hardly gentle grip on her body, Juliette found that very body betraying her.

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He was breaking her. 

With every flick of his tongue, every claw trailed across her soft flesh, every growl she heard him make, he felt her resolve crumbling.  Could hear every silent moan and feel every bit of the way she pressed into him, her body asking for more, even as she protested.

A gravelly chuckle rose in his throat and he stopped to raise his head and look at her.

“I’m gonna do whatever it takes to leave you begging for me,”  he purred, his spined tail flicking behind him.  Slowly and deliberately, he snaked his way up her body, trailing the very tip of his tongue along her flesh, his face coming to rest just before hers.  He leaned toward her ear, while one clawed hand wrapped firmly around her throat.

“I can pluck your desires from your very mind,” he said almost softly in her ear, tightening his grip.  “I can sense your pleasure.  The sick things that get you off.  There’s nothing you can hide from me, and I think deep down, there’s nothing you want to.  You want this.”

The demon pressed his body tightly against hers, his lips very nearly touching her ear, his voice barely a whisper.

“You want me to make you feel good, don’t you, Sunshine?” he continued.  “You need to feel in control of something.  You need to get back at them all.  I can see it all in your head.”  His amber eyes gleamed in the darkness and he grasped her chin lightly with the tips of his claws as he pressed his hips against hers.  His free hand moved downward to replace his tongue, his claws somehow not remotely sharp.

He worked her slowly, until she was nearly breathless, then leaned forward and grazed her lips with his own.

“All you have to do is say the word, Master.”

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The siblings glanced at each other, then August, nudged onward by Hope, stepped forward, still clutching the manilla envelope. As he did, he took a deep breath and prepared himself. It had taken him weeks to be able to build himself up for this moment; his selective mutism still tripped him up far to often when he tried to speak, but he wasn’t going to let his voice fail him. Not today. Not for this.

“This is for you,” he said, handing over the envelope. He couldn’t help the tiny shiver of pleasure when he heard his own voice – ever since his injections had started, it just kept sounding more RIGHT – and it only made his conviction to this decision stronger. Juliette had, after all, been his biggest supporter through the early stages of his transition. “From both of us.” He saw his father’s not so subtle smile from the corner of his eye, and Hope continued to bounce excitedly beside him as they eagerly awaited her reaction.

Juliette could not help the quirk of a smile that touched her lips when she heard August speak. If there was anyone in that house that understood the gravity of him speaking, it was her. They had walked similar paths to different ends, but it did not change how proud she was of him. She glanced between the siblings, then idly looked over to Joel as she held the envelope. 

If he knew, he was not going to tell her. Juliette let out a soft laugh, then carefully opened the envelope. As long as it was not bugs (or in Joel’s case, birds…) she was sure it would be fine.

Black text on white paper. Juliette slowly slid the pages out and started to read them, her bright eyes laced with curiosity. Curiosity dropped into a heavy sense of realization. Juliette carefully set the papers to the side of her on the couch, mindful to not crease or crumple them. She was silent for a few seconds, her eyes wide and bright.

A pause, and then she let out a choked noise. Julie grabbed both siblings, wrapping one arm around either one and pulling them in for a tight, very tearful hug. In true mother fashion, she squeezed them possibly a little too hard. When she let go, she looked at Joel, ready to hurl a pillow at his head.

He had to be in on it, and he had not said a word…

Her attention shifted back to Hope and August. Tears stained her freckled cheeks. Juliette wiped at her face with her sleeve, taking in a shaky breath. A wide smile contrasted the tears as she glanced the papers over again, clearly not entirely sure she had read them correctly the first time.

“Really?”

Her voice was soft and hesitant. She looked at August, in awe of the fact she had finally earned his trust. Earning either child’s trust was a battle, but Hope had definitely warmed up to her much more easily.

“ A leanbhai…” 

She felt the tears coming again.

“I love you both so much. To the moon and back is not long enough.”

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Their grins appeared at almost exactly the same time, as they realized what this meant.  Hope gave a happy cry and leapt forward to hug her mother, giggling ecstatically with August right on her heels.  He wrapped his arms around her neck and held her as tight as he could, curling up in her lap as he always wished he could have done when he was young.  

It didn’t take long for the siblings’ tears to join hers, Hope still giggling as if she simply couldn’t process her joy.  Joel quietly leaned forward and joined the embrace, kissing Juliette firmly on the forehead before resting his chin against the top of August’s head.  August took a shuddering breath, wiping his cheek and looking at his parents with a watery smile.

“I love you Mom.” he choked out, saying them for the very first time in his life.

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smut prompt 9 juliette

They were at his parents’.  

It had only been a day since they’d come to spend the holidays with his family, when Julie had suddenly come at him the moment they crawled into bed in his old basement bedroom.  He’d barely laid his head on the pillow when she’d assaulted him with kisses, her tiny hands roaming his body.  His parents were still awake upstairs when she straddled him and bit his neck, and he stifled a loud moan with his fist.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he accused breathlessly, his fingers entangled in her dark curls.

The following bite answered his question for him, and he flipped her onto her back, returning the favor with a smug grin.  His fingers came to rest around her throat, squeezing lightly.

“Two can play at that game, love.” he purred into her ear.

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13. a nickname headcanon, for Joel

Joel doesn’t really have many nicknames, but the ones he does happen to have, he secretly enjoys because he knows it’s a symbol of affection from those they’re from.His mom started calling him “gingersnap” and “a thaisce” (gaelic for “my treasure”) when he was young, and just never stopped.  Given that he’s grown very close to his mom in his adult years, he loves these nicknames and associates them with comfort, though he’ll never admit it.

He’s a little more open about enjoying nicknames given to him by partners.  in the Juliette verses, his nickname is almost always “leprechaun” among other, more intimate ones, and this one always makes him smile because it reminds him of the night she came into his life. 

In the Oliver verse (his canon), his nickname is “stilts” by Oliver, being a foot taller than him.  He pretends to be annoyed by this nickname, but secretly thinks it’s cute.  Oliver also sometimes calls him “red” or “stud”.

Joel is also prone to giving nicknames to people he cares about.  He calls Hope “doodlebug” for almost her entire life, starting when she is about a month old.  Before that, she was “jellybean”.  He calls August “little man” (which always makes August happy, as his father has never questioned his gender identity, unlike almost everyone else in his life) and “buddy”.  Though on softer occasions, when August is struggling with his trauma, he’s also been known to use “my little fighter/survivor/warrior”.He gives his partners affectionate nicknames too.  “Love” is the most common, as well as “hon”.  He also sometimes calls Juliette “Tinkerbell”, “pixie”, and “teeny”, two of which are references to the costume he met her in.  He calls Oliver “babe”, “chef” and “my boy”.

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⚰️ (Joel)

Silence.

Horrible, deafening silence.

His blood felt like ice in his veins, and his mind was full of static.

It wasn’t true.  They were lying.  Those fucking bastards were lying.  She couldn’t be gone.  Not Juliette.  Never Juliette.  She knew how much this would break him.  She would never hurt him like that.  Not after she saw what Faith had done to him.  She wouldn’t.  Juliette wasn’t cruel.

So then why did he feel as though someone had stolen the air from his lungs?  Why were their families here together in this hospital, tears pouring down each of their faces unhindered, a crushing sense of grief suffocating each of them?  Why were Hope and August clinging to each other, sobbing violently into each others’ shoulders?  Why was he walking into her room at the ICU escorted by pained looking doctors?

Why was she so pale and still?He stood at the foot of her bed, staring down at her motionless form, desperately searching for the slightest movement of her chest, the tiniest flutter of her eyelids, the most minuscule hint that they were wrong.  But none came.  Unable to say a word, he crossed silently over to the side of her bed and wrapped her tiny hand in his.  It was so cold.

“Julie,” he whispered, squeezing her hand.  “Julie, wake up.”  Silence.  He saw the doctor and nurse look sadly at each other from the corner of his eye.  The nurse approached him and put a hand on his shoulder, clearly trying to hold back tears.

“Mr Ellwood, I’m sorry,” she said in a trembling voice.  “But she’s gone.”  Joel jerked out of her grasp, throwing her hand off of him without looking away from his wife.

“Julie, love,” he said louder, his voice cracking.  “Open your eyes.  They think you’re dead, show them they’re wrong.”  Still, silence.  He squeezed her hand harder, while the nurse and doctor looked on helplessly.

“Sir-”

“Juliette,” he was pleading now.  “Wake up!  You’re alive, wake up! Stop it!” 

“Mr Ellwood, please!”  The doctor put his hands on Joel’s shoulders, trying to coax him to his feet.  Joel pushed him away and clutched Juliette’s lifeless form.

“Get off of me!” he snarled, tears beginning to run down his cheeks, before turning back to her body.

“Help me!” the doctor commanded the nurse, and together they tried to pry him away from the bed, doing their best to calm him, insisting there was nothing that could be done .  He fought against their every effort, swinging his fists and kicking, until the frightened looking nurse called for security.

“Juliette!” he shouted, refusing to let her go.  “Please, you can’t do this to me!  Please, Julie, I’m begging you!  Just open your eyes!  You can’t leave me like this!  You can’t do this to me!  You can’t do this to our kids!  Juliette!”

Two strong sets of arms hooked around him and pried her as gently as they could from his grip, pulling him from the room as he continued to scream, cursing them out and making threats.

His mother leapt to her feet as they reentered the waiting room, and, tears pouring down her own freckled cheeks, joined the throng of medical staff trying to console him while his kids looked on with terrified and grief stricken expressions.  The security officer held him in a chair where he fought with every ounce of strength he had to get back to Juliette’s side, desperately convinced that she would wake again if only he could get her to hear him.  

Then, there was a sharp prick in his shoulder.  He swung his arm, a guttural noise of rage escaping him.  Within seconds, his body began to feel heavy, and his head swam.  Suddenly, all of his rage was gone, leaving behind only the suffocating grief.  Exhausted, he finally stopped fighting and allowed his mother to hug him, where he collapsed into her arms and sobbed brokenly into her chest much like he had when he was a boy.  She stroked his hair and cried with him, gently rocking him back to forth until he had nothing left to give and let the darkness consume him.———

He came to later that night in a spare bed, advised that the families had gone home, and his children were safe in the care of his mother.  He, too, should go home and try to get some rest, and do what he needed to in order to process his grief before dealing with everything that needed to come next.  He couldn’t speak as he simply nodded and left after a final evaluation by the doctor.  It was as if there was nothing left of him. As if she had taken everything in him when she went. He was staring blankly out his windshield while parked at a stoplight, looking past the rain that fell heavily against his windshield, the steady sound of the wipers moving across the glass fading into the background.  He was lost in his own head, still trying to understand why.  Why had this happened?  Why to Juliette?  What had they done wrong?  The crushing weight of the grief on his chest threatened to swallow him hole, and he clenched his fists around the steering wheel, breathing heavily.

The cars flew past in a blur of light, sending great tides of water everywhere as they sped through the intersection.  He rested his head against the steering wheel.

The loud sound of a transport passed by.

A loud, anguished cry ripped through his throat, and he slammed his foot into the gas pedal.

And the rain continued to fall.

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“Stay the night. Please.”

It wasn’t an uncommon request.  Not anymore.  It was one he received most nights, when Juliette couldn’t bear to give up his warmth, and the safety he represented.  He would hold her close, burying his face in her soft curls, rubbing her back with his hand.

The request was not uncommon.  Nor was his answer.

“Always.”