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OMG SO TRUEEE

ALSO ASFHAGVAUYG THIS LOOKS SO GOOD

Ur artstyle>>>>>>>>>>

It has so much personality yet it stays loyal to the designs

Xavier also looks so good omg -he is baby

How u shade>>>>>>

I have no idea if this has already been done before but this meme template resurfaced in my brain the other day and I couldn't help but notice each section fit each of the boys' personalities a lil TOO well 🤭

Also it just dawned upon me the other day that I never actually got around to drawing Xavier before so the opportunity could not have been more perfect LMAO

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Max, Xavier, Seth, & James / Bloodlust Devotion ©️ @hotpinkmoon

Hey There! Yandere Wally x Reader from our world please?

First Welcome Home request, here we go - and of course it would be about our beloved Wally Darling! For this time, what I'll do is answer 1 old request and then 1 new, then 1 old, then 1 new, etc.

WARNING: Yandere behavior, Wally is a warning in general, Isekaid Reader, indirect kidnapping, manipulation, stalkerish behaviour. ***I DO NOT CONDONE IN ANY WAY ANY KIND OF YANDERE BEHAVIOR, IT'S PURE ENTERTAINMENT AND FICTION.***

Yandere!Wally Darling with a Neighbor from our world!

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Opening your eyes never felt like such a bad decision - it felt like a bag of bricks had just hit your head and the light was burning your eyes, making you groan in discomfort.

You tried to stand up all dishoriented and as you sat up on the grass, you noticed you were laying under a tree. And looking at your surroundings you found yourself near some woods and... a colorful neighborhood was waiting for you, just coming down from the little hill you were on.

You stood up, with shaky legs and never praying your eyes away from the neighborhood.

So lost in awe that you didn't notice... you changed - your skin was no longer made out of human flash but felt, dressed with rather colorful clothes - like you were a... puppet.

"Ah, there you are, Neighbor." A calm voice made you snap your eyes from the neighborhood and look at your right.

Yellow skin that seemed to be made out of felt, dark blue hair done in a pompadour, blue sweater and red-orange-yellow-blue striped pants with a soft slime and stare on his face.

"Taking a nap right after arriving to your new home? Ha. Ha. Ha. That's silly..."

"... where am I?" You asked with a small whisper, staring at the other puppet whose smile grew a little bit more and his gaze softened even more.

"My manners, where are they? Nice to meet you. I am Wally - Wally Darling... Welcome Home, Neighbor."

Maybe it was the confusion of the moment and how slowly you started to realize that this wasn't you that - you didn't argue back when Wally took your hand and start to walk you down to the neighborhood.

He introduced you to everyone and you were only met with kindness and happy smiles.

Wally never let go of your hand, his eyes would always come back to stare at you with fondness - like he had know you for a long while...

Soon you were right in front of Wally's home - a big red, blue tiles house which had... moving eyes.

"Hello, Home. This is [Y/N], our new neighbor." Wally introduced you, and Home's door opened gently and moved back and forth, like it was greeting you. And Wally continued: "They will be staying with us until their own home is ready."

You swear you saw Home's eyes darken, like Home knew something... just like Wally.

Those words suddenly made you feel anxious and by pure reaction you tried to step back and break Wally's hold.

But Wally's gentle hold quickly transformed into a death grip one.

"What's the matter, Neighbor?" He asked, his eyes never leaving Home's. "Where are you going?"

"I... I want to go home." You said, suddenly breathless at the anxiety that was quickly becoming paranoia and awareness on everything.

Wally just laughed like you just said the best joke he has ever heard.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha... Silly, silly [Y/N]... this is your home now."

And your new life started that day, against your will.

Fuzzy memories of your original life at our world would swim around your mind, which would cause you to start to cry in despair and 'home-sickness'. And you would be met with Wally's arms hugging you close to him as he cooed and hushed you.

"Don't think about your old home, [Y/N]... it no longers matters - not when you live here now, with me."

It would be hard to sleep - You just knew Wally was staring at you in the darkness of the night, like he was admiring you and making sure you never leave.

Wally is literally 24/7 attached to you, always holding your hand or leaning his head on your shoulder - physical touch is his love language after all!

I can see other neighbors actually gushing at you two and you wouldn't be able to deny anything - and Wally loves how you know your place.

"Oh, you're right... [Y/N] and I look like a cute couple... Ha. Ha. Ha. I like it. Do you like it, [Y/N]?"

You're forced to say yes.

You don't have a single chance on escaping - Either Wally is there to stop you with how deep his eyes are and can froze you in place in fear. Or Home doesn't open his doors or windows, trapping you in a warm cage that is, for now, your home too.

And even if you get your own home around the neighbor, Wally is either stalking you or actually having a 'sleep over' at your place.

Days and nights going by, longing for your original home and freedom - your tears and soft cries would be met with Wally's love, hug and gentle stare.

"Please... let me go."

"Silly, silly [Y/N]... I've seen you for a long while, yearning for you... now that I have you here, in my arms, I'm not letting you go... understood?"

Quick BLD fanart of James and Xavier

Its been so long I missed drawing these two

Its nothing really big though, not really exciting fanart but I did wanna practice watercolours and squick sketching

James and Xavier are @hotpinkmoon 's OCs

This feels like a lamb talking to a wolf in sheep’s clothing and I absolutely adore that

If you’re still open for character interactions prompts, could I ask for Ayato + “Ayato, i’m so sorry to ask for such a shameful thing but… There’s been weird stuff happening around lately and it’s scaring me. Could I please stay with you for a while, until things calm down? I’m so sorry to bother you like this, I hope you’ll forgive me…” ? Thank you a lot <3

Ahhhhh I love this, ty anon

//Yandere themes, gang stalking

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“…This is the first time you've mentioned this to me.” His eyebrows raised. He set his cup back down on the table. “Care to elaborate?”

You shifted in your place on the floor, tightening your grip on your own cup, holding it firmly against the low table. You shifted your gaze downward, rather than where he sat on the opposite side.

You had been waiting to ask, but you felt rather guilty about doing so. After all, he was the one who had graciously invited you here for tea, and you had accepted as you always did, only this time to make such a burdensome request of him… you swallowed.

“It’s… it’s really dumb, really, I’m probably just being paranoid—”

“I insist.” His voice was firm, but not angered, more of a concern in his tone. “Your face makes it obvious that you’re worried. You wouldn’t be so much so if it was completely unfounded.” After a moment, he added, “if it is just paranoia, you know I would be honest with you and tell you so. Perhaps I can help you understand the situation better?”

You bit your lip, looking around the room. Expensive-looking furniture and décor lined the walls, the floor. Even the table you rested your arms against had an ornate design carved into the sides, a fine polished finish on the top.

Being at the estate always made you feel slightly uncomfortable for that reason, you felt almost nervous being around so many expensive things, you felt out of place… but you’d gotten used to it over time. Still, it reminded you of how important he was, and thus bothering him with what you figured to be trivial issues in your own life (at least compared to the significance of the matters he dealt with on a daily basis) made you feel that much more reluctant to bring it up.

Still, you were truly quite frightened by the matter, so you forced the words out of your mouth anyway.

“I just…” you fidgeted, shifting the position of your calves as you sat on them, “I’ve noticed over the past few months that… I keep feeling like there are people following me around,” you started, stumbling over exactly how to word it. “More than one person, too… I don’t know. I feel like I keep seeing the same faces over and over and notice people walking the same way as me for a long time… the thing is, when I make eye contact with them, they always dart away. I dunno, that especially seemed... strange."

He was quiet for a moment. You couldn’t quite read his expression. He didn’t show any outward emotion in particular, but his eyebrows seemed to furrow slightly, he sat more upright, fingers drumming against the cup. He appeared to be thinking seriously about your words.

“If you’ve noticed it this frequently, it’s likely serious,” he replied, after a moment of quiet. “That sounds perfectly reasonable to be concerned over, in my opinion."

“N-no, I don’t…” You shook your head. “I don’t know. I’m probably being paranoid and convincing myself of it... why would there be people spying on me anyway? It would be one thing if it was one person, but…” You inhaled, and sighed. “I can’t think of any reason multiple people would follow me. I’m not involved in politics like you or anything.”

“…Yes, that’s true.” He leaned back, tilting his gaze to the wall. His eyebrows furrowed further, and he sighed, almost with a frustration to it. With his next words, his voice took on a hint of irritation. “If assigned to watch you without being noticed, it sounds as though the individuals in question are perhaps not performing their job very well.”

There was a quiet that followed. The sentence felt like an odd choice of response, and the tone bizarre for such a thing to say. It thus threw you off, leaving you unable to form a reply. You merely looked at him for a moment at you thought through it. "You think it's like... their job to watch me?"

His gaze flickered over to you, and seeing the expression on your face, he seemed to go rigid, quickly straightening his posture, tilting his head downward and giving one shake of the head back and forth. “Just one possibility… but never mind that.” He looked back up at you, eyes directly meeting yours. “You really should not have waited for me to invite you over to tell me about this.” He leaned back just a bit, releasing his grip from his cup, hands intertwined and resting on the table. “In truth, I’m a bit bothered to know that you would delay telling me this. You should have come to me as soon as you had this suspicion.”

You felt a twinge of guilt and distress at the tone of his voice. He always managed to maintain a certain calm, dignified tone of voice, but you could hear the frustration in it, even if restrained. “O-oh, I’m sorry. I just…” You averted your gaze, looking everywhere but at him. “I didn’t want to bother you. I know you’re busy.”

He shook his head. “I’m never so busy that your safety would not take priority. I would prefer it if you prioritized your safety as well. Don't be careless."

You swallowed, quickly nodding. "Y-yes, you're right... I will." Although the answer seemed obvious now, you reiterated your original question. “So… that’s a yes, then? I can stay here?”

He blinked, eyebrows raising as he realized he’d momentarily forgotten the question itself. “Ah, apologies,” he closed his eyes for a brief moment. “I got caught up in talking about the matter.” He smiled, that pleasant, soft smile of his that always felt so reassuring. “Of course. You don’t need a reason to stay here, you know. You’re always welcome.”

“Thank you! Thank you, I…” You closed your eyes, letting out a deep exhale of relief. “I… well, thank you for the tea, too, but I should probably go get my things. I didn’t bring anything with me because I just… wasn’t sure if—"

“No need.” His response was immediate. “I will send someone to collect them for you. It’s already nearly sundown. I don’t want you walking out there, given everything you’ve told me.” He paused, and then, in a quieter, lower tone, added, “…besides, I need to have a talk with some of the Shuumatsuban anyhow. I’ll see to it that they take care of that as well.”

You felt guilty for imposing such a burden, but you nodded your head. You knew he would insist upon it if you tried to refuse. “Thank you, Lord Kam…” you trailed off as his expression changed – a raised eyebrow, a soft smile of amusement. You remembered how many times you’d been over the matter now. “Ayato,” you corrected yourself, flashing a sheepish smile. It still felt almost wrong to your tongue, no matter how much he insisted, to be so casual with someone of his social hierarchal standing.

He merely chuckled, seeming to find it endearing. A few moments passed in silence. He stared down at the cup in his hands, grin slowly fading, eyes falling half-lidded. After taking a deep breath, and taking a moment to tuck a tuft of hair behind his ear, he abruptly stood.

“If you’re done, just leave everything on the table. I’ll send someone to clean up. Please, make yourself at home." He smiled at you once more, although this time, it seemed just a touch forced. "I’ll send someone to show you to a guest room in just a moment as well. And be sure have your keys on hand to give to them, they'll need it to get into your residence."

His voice was pleasant, amiable, and yet, there was a faint coldness to it, as if rushing things. You supposed he was truly worried, which was sweet, you thought. You still felt guilty about it all.

He took a few steps towards the door, sliding it open, but paused before exiting. He turned his head back towards you.

“You know, if you want to move here permanently, that is also an option that I would be happy to offer to you. This whole estate is very well-guarded. It’s far safer than the city.”

Your eyes widened. The statement, such a generous offer, caught you off-guard. “Oh, no, I… I could never ask you to—”

“Really. It’s no trouble. It would be quite reassuring for me to know you’re safe.” He waited a moment, but seemed to understand from your bewildered expression that you would not be formulating a response for the moment. He closed his eyes pensively for a moment, before opening them again to look at you once more. “Well, I’ll let you think it over. Someone will be by in just a minute, so, wait here for now.”

You gave an awkward smile. “Oh, ah… alright. Thank you.”

He only nodded, saying nothing more before exiting the room, leaving you alone in the quiet. For some reason, despite the reassurance, you still felt a faint hint of unease in the back of your mind… you concerns must have just bothered you more than you’d realized.

Absolutely stunning. The amount of detail is so high quality

TW: a lil bit blood

Yandere Floyd ♡

Please don't repost elsewhere ^^

☆Minors/Ageless blogs DNI☆

Backrooms!Ghiaccio x You

TW: Depictions of Blood, Unsettling sounds & imagery

(｡T ω T｡) This one ended up taking so much more editing than the other ones and the idea I had was a little too long to fully animate so the rest of the story is under the cut! Also took so long to make Ghiaccio's voice and still have it sound right.~

Not sure whose backroom video I will do next, perhaps Formaggio or Prosciutto? I have vague ideas for them, but nothing fully formed yet...(„¬ᴗ¬„)

“You might want to sit down for this.”

He takes a smaller step back away from you, the ­air is still so freezing cold and you still eye him cautiously as stand up. He turns gesturing for you to follow him back down the stairs.

Your body shivers, it’s still so cold and ­the man before you seems wholly unaffected by it.

Once you both reach the bottom floor again, he turns into the ‘bedroom’ and you follow in. His hand fiddles with the switches turning on a light which dimly flickers, before stayi­ng on. He motions for you to sit on the bed.

The bed is firm beneath you as you sit on the edge. Your body is still tense as you watch the being before you, it’s hard to gauge him when you can’t make out the features of his face.

“My name’s Ghiaccio.” He finally decides to say first and you mumble back out your own name towards him and he nods. “I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I stopped keeping track of time a while ago.” He starts, “I was out on a drive, I didn’t have any particular direction I was heading in. I was just driving...to take my mind off things.” He paces as he talks.

“Then I wound up here, didn’t matter how far I tried to walk, didn’t matter if I drove or not. It’s just snow, woods, and occasionally little cabins like this one.” There’s a low growl of annoyance that enters his voice.“And all of them…” He spits out, “All of them are just stock full of fucking chicken parmesan. You know I used to like chicken parmesan, but it’s the only god damn fucking food to eat. I hate it. I hate it so much. Do you know how awful chicken parmesan-flavored water tastes like, it’s ass. I’d rather eat fucking drywall, and I have!” As he rants his arm suddenly pulls back and slams into the wall, creating another hole amongst the other ones.

He then looks back at you, like he’s forgotten you were even there. “Sorry...getting side-tracked… I just ­get so sick of eating t­hat shit all the time.” He brushes off the dust from his fist. “Anyways, I don’t know if this place is cursed or some shit, or if this is like Hell or whatever, but you can’t leave.” He shrugs his shoulders, “Unless you want to freeze death or get eaten.” He ends with a mirthless laugh.

“Eaten?” You question.

“Yeah, there’s….things out there. Aside from the snow and trees, I don’t know how to really describe them, but I thought you were one of them before. My eye sight’s dog shit, lost my glasses awhile ago, but they can’t speak like normal people.” He explains, and as he does you remember the red framed glasses in your pocket. You pull them out handing it towards him. “Um, are these yours then?” You ask and he takes them, squinting before rubbing the dirt off of them with the edge of his shirt before placing them on his face.

He blinks a few times before looking at you adjusting the frames on his face. “...Thanks.” He mutters out.

It gets quiet between t­he both of you. You aren’t entirely sure if you believe this man but...he seems to be living proof enough that things around here aren’t exactly right.

He seems twitchy though his foot is tapping in place and his hands fiddle with his pockets, he couldn’t sit still to save his life.

You’ll keep to his good side for now, he can clearly overpower you if given the motivation. Your arms still feel sore from the bruising grip he had on you prior. You just needed to wait for the weather to get better, or hopefully if you get signal you can call the cops.

“I get the front door was locked, but did you really need to break two windows to get in here?” He suddenly asks and you look up at him confused.

“I only broke one, the upstairs window was already broken before I got here.” You explain and his eyes widen slightly, before narrowing. “Aw shit, you stay here, something might have gotten in.” He demands and starts heading for the bedroom door. “Don’t move I’m serious.”

With that he finally leaves closing the door, although his eyes linger on you before the door shuts. You’re left alone with the hum of the ceiling light as your fingers feel along the fabric of the bed.

You bring your fingers up to your hands to blow warm air of them, you’re still so cold. It’s better being inside of the house, but it’s clear that any kind of air conditioning no longer works. The air is stale and yet still carries that scent of blood and mold throughout the air.

Which is another thing, the state of the living room, you aren’t sure if you want to ask Ghiaccio about that, or about himself. Maybe he did look more human at some point, or maybe this is just how he’s always looked, either way maybe best not to comment on it.

A loud thud from upstairs makes you flinch and you hear some curse that sounds vaguely like Ghiaccio yell out.

You know he told you to stay put but can you honestly really even trust this guy? He’s clearly lost it. A part of you feels bad, but you need to put yourself first. Then again you can’t exactly just leave the house, you’ll die out there in the snow.

Maybe if you can find the keys to the car outside though it might have some gas left in it and you can drive out of here. You have some time, Ghiaccio is distracted with, whatever he’s yelling at upstairs.

You stand from the bed, and head towards the pile of junk in the room. You searched it once before, but you can try searching through it again.

You cautiously look through the pile, with the light in the room now you can see bits and pieces of things you didn’t before. Collected scraps of comics, old water damaged books, batteries, and little trinkets. No keys though.

You look towards the door, you can still here some kind of scuffle going on upstairs.

You carefully step out from the room peeking around to make sure the man’s not around before you close the door behind you and making your way to the living room. It’s hard not to gag when the smell hits you again. The way the crusted carpet crinkles when you step on it makes you cringe, but you continue forward.

The front door outside is still open from when Ghiaccio came running after you and you can see now the sun has fully set leaving only a dark frozen forest that fades into nothing. The static flickering light of TV the only source of light.

The cold breeze hits your face and makes you shiver, before you close the door and after thinking about it, you lock it as well.

Almost like some sense of morbid curiosity takes over you, you peek through one of the blinds to look outside again. You can’t really see anything though, it’s like nothing else exists, beyond the house aside from the snow.

You grab your phone from your back pocket.

Still no signal, not even any 4g, wifi, nothing. Calling 911 goes straight to static. You turn it off and pocket it again.

You back away from the window and move away from the living room, anything to get away from that smell, and head back to the kitchen.

You decide you might as well do what you can and fix up the window, you don’t need the cold seeping into this place.

Picking up the duct tape you dropped earlier, you grab one end of the car tarp shaking away the glass to the floor as you lean over to cover up the damage you’ve done.

Just as you get one part of car tarp secured to the edge of the window there’s a crash you hear upstairs, before you watch something be violently thrown from above the cabin and into the snow outside. The commotion making you jump and drop the duct tape.

The humanoid form twitches and you squint your eyes.

“Holy shit...G-ghiaccio? Ghiaccio? Are you okay?” You call out waiting for a reply.

The form shakily gets up, and you can see the whites of the eyes looking back up at you, but he doesn’t make a sound.

“Ghiaccio?” You try again, squinting your eyes as you try to get a better look at him.

Something snaps, and the being- the thing rushes forward on all fours, kicking up snow as it lunges it self through the window and you scream as you’re knocked to the ground.

Teeth gnash, and glass from the ground pricks your back as you struggle with whatever this horrible thing is. Your legs come up to try and kick it off of you, as it’s mouth gets around your forearm gnawing through clothes, skin, and flesh.

You cry, your hand scrambles for the wrench in your pocket. The rust scrapes against your palm as you death grip it and bring it up before using as much force as you can to bring the tool down on the ‘head’ of the creature.

It grunts and cries out between your arm in it’s maw as you try to make it release you, but it’s teeth only dig deeper trying to get a better grip on you.

The creature is suddenly thrown off of you and you push yourself away with you legs and you clutch your fingers around your injured arm to help staunch the flow of blood.

The air turns fridge cold as Ghiaccio lifts the creature up over and over bashing the head in against the counter top, until frost seems to over take it’s face and it shatters, finally going limp.

The sound of his heavy breathing, your ragged sobs, and the wind howling in from the broken window as your eyes stay wide and panicked looking at what’s left of the thing. “I thought I fucking told you to stay put.” Ghiaccio growls out as his eyes narrow down at you.

You meet his eyes looking up at him, sucking in fast breathes of cold air.

“I, I, ” You start, your lower lip trembles.“I didn’t believe you, I-I thought you were crazy, but…” You swallow thickly, sniffling down the snot and tears so you can speak. “Oh God, Oh God, I’m really stuck here aren’t I?” You ask looking from him down towards the tile of the kitchen floor, pieces of glass and your blood staining it now. “There’s nothing else out there except….” You mumble out.

Nothing but snow and woods. You were just wandering out there a few hours ago. You’re lucky one of these things didn’t attack you then, you didn’t stand a chance on your own.

And no wonder your phone doesn’t have signal, there’s nothing out there. No roads, no city lights, and your family. Your family isn’t out there, you’re alone.

“I was going to, I was going to see them…” You mutter out your hand coming up to wipe the tears from your face.

“Who?” Ghiaccio asks lowly, some of the anger is gone from his voice.

“My family...I was traveling, to see them and…” You trail off before looking back up at him,“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“Just listen next time alight?” He says holding a hand out to help you up. “First person I’ve seen in probably years and you almost fucking die first day. Jesus Christ.” You take his hand, grunting as you do, a few small pieces of glass have dug into your back. “I’m sorry.” You whisper out again and he just shakes his head slightly, sighing. Although he doesn’t let go of your hand after he helps you up.

“It’s fine, come on. Let’s get you fixed up.”

As he guides you to the bathroom to clean your arm, he doesn’t let go of you for a moment.

Something Like Consolation [Yandere Alhaitham x Reader]

Title: Something Like Consolation [Yandere Alhaitham x Reader]

Synopsis: Follow up to this yandere Kaveh & Alhaitham imagine scenario. You don't want any comfort from Kaveh in this moment, but you don't imagine you can get any from Alhaitham, either.

I read this post from @j0succ last night about gentle lies and immediately got an idea for a line of dialogue that solved how I wanted to approach a lil follow up to this scenario. Mostly written on my phone so uhh yeah.

Word count: 1376

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader

The sight in the bathroom mirror is a far cry from what you saw only minutes before. Daintily applied makeup, finished off with carefully painted star, are ruined--streaking. Ugly. That’s what you see in the mirror. Splotches of color and red eyes and a face scrunched from bitter sadness. 

You look ugly. Mouth quivering as you fight to keep your sounds in, the blur of Alhaitham behind you, moving to shut the door. 

It’s the soft click of the bathroom door shutting that does you in. And pitiful mouth-pinched sobs that shake your chest become thick, choking cries echo off the panels of the bathroom walls. 

You aren’t hoping for Alhaitham to take you in his arms and rub your back and pull you close to his chest, and he doesn’t. Instead he reaches for one of the cloths hanging on the wall and turns the sink on, the heavy sound of water mingling with your own cries. 

He holds it out. “Wash that off, then we’ll get you changed.” 

The thought of taking that cloth makes your arms feel leaden. 

You look up at him, mouth downturned and pitiful and quivering. 

He sighs, and shakes his head. 

“I’ll wash it off for you. Stay still.” 

And you do, coughing out your cries as he dutifully dips the cloth in water again and again, scrubbing your face with the same methodical firmness that he scrubs the rest of you when he deems you too unruly to bathe yourself. 

If it were Kaveh, you think, he would be using the softest of touches. Cooing in between strokes as he gently wipes the makeup away. Kissing your cheek to calm you down. 

But you don’t want Kaveh right now. Not when he hurt you. Not when he lied to you. And if he lied about this... what else was a lie, then?

The way his fingers nimbly stroked your back when you were upset, the soft downturn of his lips when Alhaitham was verbally berating you for being so disobedient, the sweet kisses tinged with wine from a bar you’ll never be able to set foot in? 

Were they all falsehoods, too? Pretty things he created to calm you and soothe you and shut you up? 

When Alhaitham deems your face clean enough, he pulls away the cloth and drops it in a wicker hamper to be taken care of later. 

“Wait.” You reach out and touch his forearm, your voice is soft and thick. A frog in your throat, but the frog is a heavy chest and broken dreams.

He pauses, and regards you with a frustratingly neutral expression. 

Your tongue unsticks from your mouth and you bite your lip to keep sobs from trembling out, so that you can say something to make him stay. Something that might make you feel better, even, if that can be managed. 

“Kaveh…” You fight for the words. You can’t say anything awful. Not just for your own sake--you can’t possibly thrust Kaveh entirely away, not here--but because you never know when Alhaitham would rather lecture you on proper respect than acknowledge when he or Kaveh has done something awful to you.

“Kaveh lied.” That’s what you decide on. It's a fact, and surely not something that you can get in trouble for saying. "Why... why did he do that?"

Alhaitham sighs. At first, you don’t think he’ll say anything. You think he’ll remove your hand from his arm and go get you dressed and tell you to read a book and be quiet.

But he does speak. And what he says takes you aback.

“He should not have lied to you.” He talks down to you even now, the same way he does when he’s instructing you on what you should be doing that day, or how you should sit or how you should eat. For the moment, it doesn’t bother you, because he's clearly on your side. Your side!

“The moment you asked to go to the festival, he should have told you no.” 

A pause, and his voice lowers. There’s something akin to softness in his tone. Maybe you’re imagining it. Maybe you’re so desperate for sweetness that you’re placing the gentle curves of Kaveh’s voice into the man before you. 

“Letting you get your hopes up like that was very cruel of him.”

And you nod--you nod, for once, agreeing with Alhaitham, and you’re so busy looking downcast that you don’t see the pleasant surprise that flickers in his expression for a moment. 

You don’t think before you move. You just do it. You step forward and wrap your arms around his back, pressing your head against his chest, the same way you do to Kaveh when  you need comfort. Which is often. 

Alhaitham is not one for gentle embraces and soft hugs. But you hear him sigh, an annoyed, resigned thing, and you feel his hand pat your back. Just the once. He doesn’t stroke it or pull you close and cluck and coo, but there’s something comforting about the solid weight of his chest underneath you.

His hand, too, is what breaks you again. You cry pitifully into his chest, turning your face this way and that, getting his clothing wet with hot tears and probably snot that he will make you clean up later.

“I… I…” What do you want to say? What can you say? You think about your outfit, the carefully embroidered flowers, the painfully tight stitching that took you hours upon hours. An outfit you sweat and quite literally bled for, the callused little pinpricks on your finger pads as proof.

“I worked hard on my outfit,” you say, squeezing Alhaitham tighter as your voice gets thinner and pinched. “I really did.” 

You worked hard on it, because it was your ticket to something you wanted, and what was the crux? It was something for you, for once. Not Kaveh. Not Alhaitham. You were going to run around that festival and breathe in the smell from the food stands and ask them to win you prizes and enjoy the exhilarating pounding in your chest from the fireworks at the end of the night. 

Every stitch you made was one step closer to that. Only it wasn’t. Only it was for nothing at all. And now you’re sobbing in a bathroom while Alhaitham listens, letting you cry it out, and what was any of it for? 

You’re about to pull away when Alhaitham hums underneath you. 

“The embroidery was well done.”

Your breath feels like it stops, and there’s a soft, stuttering sort of gasp that escapes your mouth. Alhaitham… never compliments you. Not like that. Not in a way that you can hold onto and carry with you. 

You pull back, sniffling, wiping at your face with your hands as you stare up at him. 

“It… it was?” You gulp down your cries, and your eyes widen, and you want so much from him in this moment that you don’t know what to do.

He nods, and his hands push you away a little, holding onto your arms with his fingers wrapped around your upper arms. Not to get you away from him, but to steady you, you think. To keep you firm in his embrace, and not the other way around.

“Yes. The stitches were remarkably straight. And you managed the flowers without having to redo them.” 

You offer a tearful smile. 

“I-I read about the flower techniques in the book you gave me about sewing, after I asked for some supplies.”

And is that a smile of his own? Aimed at you, no less? It makes you swallow your tears in the same way Kaveh’s kisses might have done. 

“Good. You should always take the time to read the books I give you. It’s better for your education.”

And you, weepy thing, distraught thing, nod again. Yes, Alhaitham. You’re right, Alhaitham. 

He does pull away this time, and regards you with a look that might almost be described as pleased. 

“Come. We will get you dressed and then you can sit with me while I read.”

And you, wiping at your tears, catching a stray bit of makeup that didn’t come up with the cloth, nod again. 

You follow him out the door and pretend not to see the figure of Kaveh in the corner of your eye, watching the two of you warily. 

First post🐟

Ren/Redacted belong to: @14dayswithyou

@hemlock-haven told me to do an art challenge

So I installed tiktok

Imma go kms I became the thing I swore to destroy, a tiktoker

So yeah new OC ig?

Here is Elnath