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Belos was wrong about a lot of things (things Hunter couldn’t start to wrap his head around yet, much less accept), but he was right when he said the Boiling Isles were a place of chaos. Titan’s sake, there was a whole coven dedicated to making reality seem different to what it really was.
So even if Hunter looked like a normal witch, with pointed ears and warm skin and a heart that pumped blood through his chest - that was irrelevant.
That was just the surface.-
In which Hunter decides to understand what a grimwalker is.
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Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV)
04 Jul 2019
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“Things change.”
“People change.”
Klaus swallows, but it’s too late. The words are already out. “People die.”
Another pause.
Maybe that's all this night will be, Klaus thinks faintly when Ben doesn't answer. A half steady flow of uncomfortable conversation, and shards of history that rear their heads too soon. Are over ten years still too soon? Will it ever not be too soon?-
The fic where Klaus and Ben have a long talk on a roof. Mostly about their past.
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“Oh, you poor thing,” he coos. “You’re so small. So unflattering.” His grin hardens a bit, like amber in the sunlight. “But I guess you’ll do.”
Nott goes to ask what that means, or better yet just run, but finds that she can’t do either. Her tongue feels slow and heavy in her mouth. Her legs seem to have sprouted roots where they are. She can only stare as the incubus stretches out his wings and takes to the ceiling, perching on an even surface carved into a clutter of stalactites and surveying her through half closed, thick lidded scarlet eyes.
“Come here,” he beckons, a single finger curving towards him.
And Nott does.
(Aka, the fic in which Nott gets charmed instead of Caleb, and the others actually roll well.)
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Her arms are empty.
Her head reels, her heart hurts, and her arms are so fucking empty.(Aka, that one fic where Nott misses her husband. A lot.)
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“Would you ever let me die?”
The question is asked innocently enough, but it still gives Caleb pause. He turns to look at Nott, but she doesn’t meet his glance. Her feet dangle over the tavern table she’s sitting on. At her side, her flask lies, their cause for visit.
Caleb nods. “Ja,” he says flatly. “Over my dead body.”(A prompt given to me from @idonottlikethishellsite on tumblr: "from the list of shit i hope never actually happens– been thinking a lot about how reincarnate is the lowest lvl spell that could change nott into something other than a goblin but would require her to die first. the thought of nott purposely wanting to use that spell and trying to talk caleb into it keeps me up nights")