#☪ father .

[jjd-is-here-again]

HERE IT IS

EDUARDO AND FATHER GREGOR!!

I should've posted this sooner but I kinda took a long nap and ended up not finishing all of the doodles lmao

Okay, so... let's say that their first meeting (not counting "oh I see him pass by sometimes") wasn't that great. Like, at all.

While trying to hide from John and panicking quite a lot for being heard, Edd ended up hiding next to the church, and Father Gregor arrived right at the time. He thought that he actually had the audacity to use weed right there by choice.

And of course, Edd tried to apologize a few weeks later (AFTER the ""rumour"" already spread and Edd having to deal with the police), but it didn't exactly worked out that much.

Edd respects Father Gregor A LOT (or any other hard-working person to be honest), so he kinda got a mission for himself to compensate for messing up so badly with him, which STILL did not worked at all. Main reason is: Yes, redemption is a thing, but since Edd only decided to apologize AFTER the consequences, Gregor assumed that he's only apologizing to get his reputation back or something similar (which to be honest it KINDA is, but way less than wanting to genuinely apologize)

Luckily they're not in such bad terms as before after Edd found Gregor going back home with an injured leg, and he basically forced him to get treates. Gregor didn't hated him and much less refused needed help before, but now he's atleast considering that maybe he was being too harsh with the boy :)

Taglist: @clownazon @merwynsartblog

[age736]

redoing some old character tags 'cause im indecisive and like how simple they are.

[prythianpages]

His Star | Eris Masterlist

Eris x Rhysand's Sister | Eris made the mistake of falling for you. Someone he could never have.

warnings: angst, some smut, no happy ending

angst= ♥️ fluff = ☁︎ smut= ☪︎

a/n: This was supposed to be only a one shot but the more I listened to No Doubt/Gwen Stefani, the more I became inspired to make it a series and the one shot I originally planned will be the last part (:

playlist for this series (if you wanna get a feel for what's to come)

Also, big thank you to @daycourtofficial & @stormhearty because I'm pretty sure they've helped me plan some scenes/listened to me talk about this idea! Love y'all 🫶

★࿐࿔ Just A Girl

Summary: Your father throws a ball in your honor. When Beron belittles you, you decide to show him what you're capable of, catching the attention of his firstborn.

★࿐࿔ Starstruck

Summary: Eris finds out the truth of your powers and strikes a bargain with you.

★࿐࿔ Walking Into Spiderwebs

Summary: The heir to the Spring Court has his eyes on you but you have yours on the Autumn heir.

★࿐࿔ Got Me Missing You ☁︎

Summary: You can no longer hide your feelings for Eris.

*there are 9 more parts, for a total of 13 that are planned but I'll add them onto here as I upload.

series taglist: @emy1-9, @lady-of-tearshed, @5onedirection5, @sillysillygoose444, @acourtofbatboydreams

@babypeapoddd, @tenshis-cake, @freefallthoughts, @venussdovess, @unlikelywolfenemy

If you'd like be to be added to the tag-list for this series, comment a "❤️‍🔥" I'll be adding y'all here just to be more organized.

[peacebewithpalestine]

Help Save Ahmed Family From Gaza

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ by @ahmedomer9 [ Verification Source ]

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ Description

My name is Ahmed Al-Habil, a father of a family of six, and I lost almost everything in the war on Gaza, but I did not lose my faith and hope for a better tomorrow. I used to work as a fisherman in the Gaza sea, I lived a simple but dignified life, the sea was my only refuge and source of livelihood to feed my family, but in a moment, my dreams were shattered on the rocks of war, when the bombing destroyed everything I owned in the Gaza port, I lost my job and my boat, and became homeless, and hopeless.

After October 7, my family and I found ourselves in a cycle of continuous displacement, and we were displaced more than five times, fleeing the death that was chasing us. From our destroyed home in Gaza, to Nuseirat, then to a tent in Khan Younis, then to a shelter school, and even to Rafah, where we were also attacked. Now, we live in a tent in Deir al-Balah, where no human being can bear this harsh situation.

My young children, Omar 10 year old / Khadija 9 year old / Ali 6 year old and little Zain 3 year old, live in very poor conditions, as they have been deprived of their childhood, which was supposed to be full of innocence and play, and has become distorted by fear and deprivation. In addition to my responsibilities as a father and a son, I take care of my elderly parents, my 72-year-old father suffers from chronic diseases and osteoporosis, and my 70-year-old mother suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure, in addition to spinal problems.

My life has become an endless nightmare, but despite all this, I have not abandoned my family, so today I need your support to rebuild a new life for my family, a life worthy of my children, my father and my mother, this family deserves a new chance, a chance to live in dignity and peace. Your donation today may be the light that illuminates my path and my family's path in this darkness

Credits: @/cafekitsune for the dividers ♥️

[belovedivies]

Hello👋 I was wondering how would the skinless chicken-I MEAN Nathanael interact with Raphael's older sibling?😅

cw: minor spoiler dividers-credit: @kodaswrld m.list

nathaniel and you…

⋆ ˚｡⋆are the epitome of a match made in hell! We have a body dissection loving maniac who breaks guns with bare hands and a sociopath whose father you buried for the throne that your brother now occupies. Of course, you guys get along like a house on fire.

⋆ ˚｡⋆surprisingly have the time to hang out. You always find a way to forcefully squeeze yourself into his schedule, like dropping by unannounced during his night shifts so you can whip him away for a few minutes! The nurses and patients mistake you two for a couple all the time, something Nathaniel doesn’t bother to clarify anymore.

⋆ ˚｡⋆share what can almost be considered as a bond despite the chaos going on. Aside from Raphael, he’s the one guy whose company you somewhat enjoy and find amusement in. You’re also the only girl who gets to spray deodorant in this scary man’s face and don’t end up being slammed against the wall. It’s a win-win! ☪︎ ･ﾟ ･Nathaniel... begrudgingly acknowledges the influence you have on Glory Club. How a fragile-looking woman can command fear and respect without trying. He, though, still has a hard time wrapping his head around the mind-boggling jokes you blurt out sometimes versus the cruelty you’re capable of inflicting. One night, after a quick patient checkup, the Apostle found you in the hallway along with two of his men out cold on the floor, their hands and legs bent at all different angles. Then you just ran up to him with a smile, never elaborating on what happened. ☪︎ ･ﾟ ･You... think Nathaniel’s pride now might as well be his downfall. He’s strong, he’s smart, and he has potential. But this is THE Peter we’re talking about. If that boogeyman is lurking around the corner and somehow still as unbeatable as he was 50 years ago, Nathaniel—even in all his evolutionary glory—statistically stands no chance of surviving. And if he is lucky enough to just barely make it out alive, the man’s ego is gonna be damaged for good. ☪︎ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･❂

“It’s so cold out here…” You tugged your legs underneath your chin and let out a loud yawn, wiggling your feet. “I thought the rainy season ended last week?”

Five centimeters away from you on the bench, Nathaniel leisurely sipped on his Americano. “High humidity levels,” he set the cup aside, “so your clothes might get saturated by the moisture in the air.”

“Huh, guess that’s why I’m still shivering in these 70D stockings—“ mid-sentence, your eyes widened when the guy suddenly took off his blouse and draped it over your lap. “Thanks.”

Nathaniel just shrugged and picked up his drink again. Two nurses walked by and cooed at the scene, though you weren’t sure if the attention was on you or him, or the playing-house act he had been tolerating for a while.

You scanned your surroundings: the hospital’s courtyard was mostly empty at this point. A few elderly patients hung out in the right corner of a dimly lit cafeteria, doing their nighttime stretches. When you look up, a billboard on the side of the building greeted your eyes—a picture of an old-looking Peter with his back hunched. The bounty flashed beneath it in place of the contact number for donation: 7,6 Billion Won.

“Kim Soongu…” The words left your lips as an afterthought, but then you caught Nathaniel’s jaws clenching in your peripheral vision with the coffee cup suddenly crushed to a pulp in his palm, a river of brown dripping to the ground.

The awkward silence didn’t even last for three seconds before a hysterical fit of laughter left your throat as you clung to your stomach.

“Holy fuck—“ snickering, you leaned against Nathaniel’s side like you two were having a sleepover. “Look at the way you got your panties in a twist with just the mention of his name. Is he that good?”

Your slightly-closer-than-an-acquaintance furrowed his eyebrows and answered through gritted teeth. “Brat…”

“Annoying too?” you mirrored his cocked brow with amusement, cheek leaning on his shoulder as you watched the guy slip off his beverage-soaked glove, “didn’t the stats say Soongu is just another D-rank killer though?”

“Not it from my observation.” Nathaniel huffed. “He had some untapped potential. Having him on my team would be… beneficial.”

You tilted your head. “For…?”

“Taking down Peter,” he looked a little irritated at your constant questioning, but ultimately decided not to show that frustration. Instead, Nathaniel’s raspy voice took on what seemed to be a teasing note; his lips curled up into an easy-going smile as the man flicked your forehead.

“So much for your plastic surgery idea, princess.”

“Ow—!” You squealed, touching the violated skin; he wasn’t even using force and you could already feel a bump rising. “What do you mean? So it wasn’t him?”

“It’s real skin from what I felt.” Nathaniel ran a hand over his hair. “Tch, whatever. When he shows up tomorrow, I’ll definitely find out.”

Tomorrow. You tucked your legs further under your chin, eyes still trained on him.

“Hyun Il.”

“?”

The Apostle turned his head towards you.

“You’re 100% likely to die.”

“Doubtful, aren’t we?”

You let out a giggle. “You wanna hear me say it?”

Nathaniel’s gaze hardened. “I will win.”

Cute.

A sigh left your lips as you stared up at the dark sky above. It was a relatively starless night, but there were still some lonely orbs twinkling if you squinted hard enough.

Some saw themselves as the sun—the center of this universe with planets orbiting around them. Constantly striving for a new high. Yet there were bound to be limits. A wall in between. Something, someone who might just show up one day and render all of their efforts useless.

How incompetent we were in the grand scheme of things.

☪︎ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･❂

"Planning to dig up his body?"

Raphael's comment earns a small smile from you. Taking your little brother's hand, you stand up from where you have been crouching on the ground for the last few minutes.

"Nathaniel doesn't need to be physically here to haunt me," you hum playfully while his fingers brush off the imaginary dust on your hair. "Jokes aside, he's cremated. I'm surprised to find out that could still work without the furnace blowing up; he's like a walking T vessel."

"Mhm…"

"Found anything at the scene?"

At your inquiry, Raphael's brows drawn together in a way that reminds you of Nathaniel. Then again, frustration doesn't have a second face.

"Tch, nothing at all." His grip around your shoulders tighten. "That bastard vanished without a trace."

All the killers dying… so that really was Peter's doings. You've seen the outcome from miles away, yet who is to say the result doesn't baffle you in the slightly? What Glory Club is dealing with here is no longer a human being.

"Hey, Raphael…" for a second, the face of an unfamiliar teenager pops up in your mind—black hair, red eyes that hold an immaculate sense of authority, "do you think that…"

"Yes?" Your brother tilted his head. There's a lump in your throat that is suddenly too hard to swallow.

"Nevermind," as quick as that eerie hypothesis comes to be, you forcefully swat it away; a sharp edge to your smile, "let's get back, shall we? It's gonna start raining soon."

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

TATTOOS

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie is your friend and your crush since childhood. On a hot summer day, you couldn't take away your eyes from his tattoos.

WARNINGS: none, no spoilers, no explicit sexual content, and no vulgar language, just mild nudity I guess?

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Chapter 1

It was a very cliche summer day in Hawkings, too hot to do anything and go somewhere.

You and your friend since kindergarten, Eddie Munson, were at your little yellow house in Lover's Lake.

Sitting under the shadow of the porch, you were reading a poetry book while he was on the pier, throwing stones on the flat surface of the lake, making them bounce.

It's better to say that you were pretending to read, a hard task since Eddie, due to the heat, has discarded his black t-shirt, remaining only in his torn jeans.

You couldn't help yourself to watch his pale back, the expanse of white skin in contrast with his dark curls and his muscles shifting and contracting with each throw.

If only you believed in God you would have thanked him for making Eddie Munson that way, you loved him since third grade but It was a secret only you knew, no whispered confessions at pajama parties or to the pages of your diary.

Your book was long forgotten as you tried to take a peek at your best friend's tattoos, sure, you saw them before, but closely only the ones on his right arm.

After a lucky throw, Eddie called you.

"Y/N! Did you see that? It bounced about seven times before sinking! Damn, I'm learning how to do this, sweetheart!" he said turning around.

You thanked your reflexes because, by the time he was fully turned, your volume was in front of your face.

"Oh, sorry Eddie! I was reading a poem" you responded trying to be believable and apologetic.

He melted in a kind smile, and ran a hand between his hair, combing some strands that were sticking to his forehead.

"I hate to ask you, Y/N-" he commenced "but there's a possibility that I could steal one of your father's beers? I'm dying of thirst and he made his best puppy eyes.

The truth is that he doesn't even have to try hard.

"If you're thirsty, drink some water," you said playfully, not raising your gaze from the pages.

"You know? you're no fun Y/L/N" Eddie said laughing.

You closed your book and stood up from the wooden stairs and gestured to him to follow you inside.

He entered your kitchen and leaned against the counter, arms crossed while you opened the fridge looking for a beer.

You couldn't see him, but he was peering at you, the way your tank top raised on your back when you leaned down, the curve of your waist, how those shorts were fitting you well.

Twisting around you found Eddie staring back at you, but your eyes were glued to the tattoos below his collarbone.

A sly smirk appeared on your friend's features.

"You just have to ask, if you want to see them" he teased you.

"I-I just... Sorry, it's that I don't know many people with tattoos and I was curious about yours since the day you got them" you blurted out, embarrassment colouring your cheeks.

"Hey, no need to apologize, come here" Eddie reached out for your free hand, took the beer from the other, and pulled you close to him, the heat of his metal rings made you gasp a little.

You had to restrain yourself from running your fingerprints on the inked skin, wanting to follow the black lines.

"The spider is beautiful" you confessed and it was his turn to blush a bit.

He could almost feel your breath on his heated face and decided he wanted more.

"It's a black widow, one of the most dangerous spiders in the world" he told you, lifting your hand to touch the arachnid legs, to you It was like being electrocuted by a loose wire.

"And this," he said moving your fingers lower "it's a demons head"

"Creepy' you commented, leaving out a chuckle and he followed.

You were about to step away when a question crawled into your mind, so you lifted your head, watching shyly Eddie in the eyes.

"Do you...have any others?" you wanted to know so badly.

You saw his face reddens and his pupils dilate, while a sly grin played on his face.

Still guiding your hand, he trailed down his chest and abdomen, stopping right at his belt.

"Yeah, but only pretty girls get to see 'em" he whispered placing your chin between his fingers.

"Oh" you said almost disappointed.

"So I guess it's your birthright to see them" he grinned before letting you go and taking a big gulp from the beer bottle, locking I'm his eyes with yours.

You remained frozen to the spot as he passed by you, heading from the stairs to the first floor.

"So? Are you coming or what, isn't your room upstairs?' he called.

"Hell, yes" you murmured before sprinting to him.

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Comments and constructive criticism are always appreciated. If you have a request for a fic just drop me a private message and I'll write it for you.

[cloveroctobers]

SHELTER — E.BUCKLEY | sept. prompts !

A/N: okay I failed myself in saying I wouldn’t fall victim to being in love with Buck…sorry Eddie. I also did say I was going to write for Eddie too in my other sept. prompt but when you do dives on tiktok they always provide the tea/controversy so idk rn lol maybe,,,maybe not! if you catch my drift—it’s giving thee ick. Anyways here’s some fluff! I’ve been binge-watching the show for awhile now ( I occasionally watched it from time to time when it was live on tv) from the beginning and I’m currently half way through season five and don’t want to get to season six just yet since who knows when the next season will be. I’m looking at you companies who feel like it’s okay to take advantage of people :) ��🏾

Prompts are from here + I’m using: 22.) Misty morning at the beach + 23.) Cold night cuddles + 29.) Rain storm

WARNINGS: mentions of mental health + hints of SAD, mentions of cults, mentions of death, slight language, protectiveness + fluff.

*GIF AND PHOTO DO NOT BELONG TO ME!

˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾

there was something about September’s that never sat right with Amaryllis, “Lissy.” It always brought nothing but gloom along with dread to her entire being and perhaps it had to do with her upbringing (was it the fact that her father was also born in September?) that set the chemicals off in her brain; even if she didn’t intentionally think about it. It always happened around this time but Lissy knew what it was physically but learned to push it away especially when the disappearance of Maddie came to surface.

And when she returned to Buck’s place spotting the purple bruise that took up a good portion of his eye, she also stuffed this dull feeling further away although it almost always still lingered no matter how much she shooed it away. When she witnessed the harm done to Buck, her instinct was to immediately go after the person who gave that to Buck. Her gut feeling was telling her that this didn’t come from work, of course it could have (being a old fire fighter herself) if things went left on the job but Lissy’s seen enough wounds in her life to know this was blunt force inflicted by someone else.

Her fiancé couldn’t lie for anything, trying his best to dodge her brown eyes and move around the house but once someone brought anguish to her man, a fire bubbled in her chest. She was always ready to protect despite knowing Buck’s impulsive behavior, she was already pointing the finger at someone else. Until she learned it came from Chimney, which made her stand frozen at the top of the steps that led to Buck’s bedroom.

“I’m sorry, who?” Lissy had her eyes in slits, making sure what she heard was right.

Buck peered down at his folded hands as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, “It was Chimney, okay? He found out that I knew more than he did about Maddie and he didn’t take it so well.”

“…I understand being frustrated but taking it out on you is not okay.”

Buck held his head down as he whispered, “Maybe I should have been more vocal about what Maddie was going through…then maybe just maybe my sister would be here right now.”

Lissy bit down on her bottom lip harshly. She also knew about Maddie’s mishap with Jee-Yun when Buck told her one night—just venting and she didn’t say anything to Chimney either, her concern was also just trying to talk to Maddie and check in with her but unfortunately that was not enough. If Chimney knew this would he have taken his anger out on Lissy too? Regardless Lissy was the type of person to always have her guard up with a smile yet she was also good friends with Chimney, he was a great friend but she wouldn’t lie and say she also wasn’t pissed with him right now.

She was just itching to call him up or pull up on him to give him a piece of her mind too. Lissy knew what mountains of pain can do to you and sometimes you don’t react the way that you should, which is why she tried her best to swallow her anger so that she could comfort the man she gets to call her husband some day.

“We don’t know that,” Lissy starts as she steps to Buck to grip his warm face, “because Maddie is going through a dark space and she wants to figure it out on her own, without us, when she doesn’t have to but felt like that was her best option for her and Jee. Sure we absolutely could have mentioned it to Chimney but Maddie is always going to seek help the best way she knows how. That’s just how she is, we know that and it’s not any of our faults or her’s. Life is hard sometimes…even harder when your head is against you opposed to your heart…and I’ll forever stand by the fact that you did not deserve what Howard did. You hear me?”

Buck wouldn’t meet Lissy’s ink colored eyes but she fought to catch his and when his fresh spring rain colored ones met her’s, he held her stare. Her eyes swam with so much determination and care, although he didn’t necessarily believe or agree with what the woman with the simmering auburn hair was saying to him in this moment, he felt how sincere her words were.

She was always going to be by his side, much like his big sister was, even if it was at a distance for a split time.

Maddie’s time.

“I love you Liss,” Buck croaked out, his hands sliding over her hips to lock around the small of her back before pressing his cheek into her stomach.

Her hands cradled the back of his shoulders and the other pressed to the back of his head. She leans down to place a kiss to the top of his deep brown hair, “And I love you back.”

A trip to the east coast was a drastic change in weather and scenery. Buck was originally from the east coast so this felt familiar while Lissy’s roots were in South Carolina. She came up with the idea to go on this trip to just get away from everything, even if it was only for a weekend. Buck was reluctant to go on his trip since he felt like maybe he should be out there with Chimney and his niece searching for Maddie, if he picked up his damn phone that is! Chimney did however when Lissy called him the next night while Buck was in the shower. Although in Buck’s perspective, he just wanted to know where Maddie is and if she was safe. If she left without him or Chimney, then there was a reason for that. That was something he understood although Chimney did not.

“Hello, Amaryllis.” Chimney greeted dryly as he decided to answer that night.

No one’s ever simply called Lissy by her government really—unless you were her wicked deceased father, everyone had nicknames in the 118 family but they both knew this conversation would be serious. Chimney kept the phone ringing for what seemed like forever and Lissy was also prepared to leave a voicemail if needed.

Lissy scoffed, “huh. Howard. so glad you know how to pick up a phone. I have something very simple to tell you so I’ll keep this brief. Don’t you ever put your hands on Buck like that again, or we’re definitely going to have some problems and I don’t want to have a problem with you brother-in-law.”

“Oh, Is that so?”

“That’s what I said, yeah.”

“Imagine if Maddie did what Buck did, how exactly would you feel?”

“I wouldn’t put my hands on another abused woman that’s for damn sure.”

Chimney’s quiet then, “no you probably wouldn’t…but I’m not ready to forgive Buck so tell him to stop trying to reach out and you can also cut the shit with your threats.”

Chimney knows Lissy’s backstory and how much that screwed her brain up, considering they had to pull her in on a case that had to do with cults once in the outskirts of the city.

She had to get into the mind of a cult-leader much like her own father was. That was what really pushed her to seek out help again (the years of dealing with child psychologists would forever be embedded into her brain) and it really wasn’t that long ago that Lissy stopped. After all, maybe she understood Maddie more than she was letting on, although it was different with Maddie being a mother and Lissy handling childhood trauma, she was still the most empathic; which commonly threw others for a loop majority of the time. However Chimney’s anger was blinding everything and he couldn’t be reasonable right now.

Lissy states, “As long as I make myself clear.”

“Well let me make this clear to you, Maddie is the mother of my child, I love her and she deserves to be here with us. She deserves to know that she’s not a terrible person or mother although I’m ticked with her too but Jee-Yun deserves a mother in her life! I can’t just sit on my ass like Buck and let her figure this all out on her own. what kind of man would I be if I wasn’t by her side?”

Lissy talks with experience,“I get that Chimney and we love her too, never stopped. Maddie practically raised Buck so why would you think for one second that he would ever stop loving her? because he chose a different route than you would? He’s her brother. I get that you want to be there but not everyone heals the best or copes well when their loved ones are hovering, especially if they’re afraid to hurt them again.”

“Maddie never hurt anyone! Don’t you get it?!”

More than he would ever know.

“She doesn’t see it that way.”

Chimney snaps, “You seem to have the answers for everything don’t you Amaryllis? do you know where Maddie’s run off to huh? Are you also keeping secrets like your shit stain of a fiancé?”

“I’m telling you to watch how you talk about him,” Lissy deeply exhales her warning as her fingernails dig into the palm of her hand, while she stands at the island counter before carrying on with her phone pressed to her ear, “Buck is still your chosen family and you love him too despite the anger you’re throwing around. I hope you get through that at some point, Howard. Best of luck to you, give Jee my love.”

Her calm demeanor irritated Chimney so he finalizes, “I won’t, so save it.”

And with that the line goes dead.

When she’s off the phone, she’s pinching at the space in between her brows and jumps a bit as she feels hands circle around her waist. She smells Buck’s body wash of Cedarwood, Vetiver, tangerine, and Oud before he presses his chin into her shoulder.

“Everything okay?” he quietly asks, his voice almost soothing that feeling that wants to seep upwards to her brain again.

A small smile stretches onto her full lips as she rests a hand right on top of Buck’s locked ones that are wrapped around her waist, “it will be, baby. What do you think about heading out to Hampton Beach this weekend?”

“Like? New Hampshire?” Buck questions, a slight furrow appearing against his brows, “Not that I wouldn’t love a baecay with you but is now really the best time for that?”

Lissy snorts at the nickname for vacation which lets her know he’s been watching some vlogs again and says, “everyone needs a get away once in awhile. We can discuss it more over dinner…so what are we feeling tonight? Anything except Thai, my stomach needs a break, Ev.”

He raises his hands in surrender as Lissy turns to face him. His eyes scan over her face, noticing the bags on her pretty freckled face that slowly became more prominent. She still looked stunning to him in any state and when she sent him a sweet smile that usually seemed to reach her eyes, he couldn’t tell her no.

“How about Venezuelan?” It was one of her favorites and Buck knew how to compromise in this loving relationship, “and that trip? I’ll really think about it.”

He couldn’t promise but since his mind was always running, he knew he would anyway.

With some persuasion from mainly Bobby and everyone else, that’s how Buck and Lissy were on a flight to “The Switzerland of America!”

Lissy’s not sure how long she’s been awake in the bed post, laying beside Buck, head resting on her tucked hands as she stares out towards the curtain covered window. The hotel was surely giving bed and breakfast with its colonial style and old like furniture but felt charming nonetheless. That’s until the creaking sounded with each movement, more so than at night that had her questioning if there were ghosts watching them sleep which happened to be much louder than Buck’s snoring apparently.

The auburn haired woman completely forgot to put a nose strip on him when they got here while he shuffled around in the bed like he commonly did but after the afternoon flight, they rushed up to their room, shared a shower and went downstairs to the tavern in the late afternoon a little before it closed at five for: one glass of Riesling and a bottle of Heineken for Buck, a cup of chowder on the side that Buck raved about, whereas Lissy personally thought it was bland and steak tips for himself, while Lissy went for the linguini tossed with herb roasted vegetables, which of course Buck teased her for.

“You’re not getting any of my beef, those veggies are not gonna feel you up, babe.” Buck laughed as he stabbed his fork into the steak.

Which wasn’t necessarily true since he had no issue sharing a spoon full of chowder about ten minutes ago before their main dishes came out.

Lissy hummed, disagreeing since she was definitely a pasta loving woman and got filled off carbs pretty quick but decided to taunt the man as she said, “I’ve already had my share earlier in the shower don’t you remember? I think I’ll be just fine.”

Buck stopped chewing to meet Lissy’s wink and had a few flashbacks of what was supposed to be a innocent shower turned not so innocent, “Behave.”

Now it was Saturday morning and she was awake before Buck. Lately she’s been waking up pretty early although she mainly worked the night time shift as a medical examiner, which Buck hated if she stayed over at his place. They hardly got the chance to spend nights together with their hectic schedules. Trust this wasn’t always Lissy’s desired path of careers but ultimately it probably made the most sense. With Lissy’s draining violent and psychological upbringing, she thought she would never see the light of day until she got away from the farm and was placed into an orphanage and then a helpful foster home that ended up wanting to adopt her.

She learned so much throughout her twenty-eight years of life and wanted to provide some sort of comfort to those who have passed on along with those that lost them. She wasn’t able to do that for her own mother who died not long after the birth of her baby sister, granted she was only six but she had to witness it. At least with death on the farm where the cult her father led, they gave each a proper send off.

That always stuck with Amaryllis no matter how twisted it may seem to outsiders.

“What are we doing today?” Buck says with sleep still deep in his tone, pressing his nose into Lissy’ shoulder, breathing her in, as he curls up against her.

It’s seven-nineteen in the morning.

Lissy blinks, “let’s go to the beach.”

“To get our early morning work out in? We didn’t get to go on our walk last night, so hell yeah, let’s go!”

Buck is full of cheers but Lissy let’s out a small laugh.

“I didn’t say all that. We’re on vacation! Who wants to work out on vacation?”

Gym rats, that’s who! Buck was 75% there.

“I’m gonna have alcohol poisoning by how many times you say ‘vacation’ on this trip aren’t I?”

“Oh, Shut up, Ev.”

Buck got used to Lissy appreciating the little things and yeah he found it enduring. Although he initially thought of someplace better than New Hampshire, he still planned on taking her all over the world since she never had that experience. Buck wanted to try his damn hardest to give Lissy the world.

Once upon a time, Lissy had a sheltered life, it was what she was used to and Buck was rebellious and always strived to do what someone told him not to do. They might have not liked it but at least he was able to say he fucking did it no matter the outcome.

Take that how you will.

And he found something special in the woman that lay before him. He wanted to share and see the world with her because there was no one else he wanted or imagined that more with. She made him happy and feel truly understood, always ready to listen to his side first, to be adventurous, and open to loving all that he is. In a way sure she made him nervous at times, since he’s never felt like he could be so raw in relationships before but he didn’t have to question when it came to her.

He guess it was true when they say you know you found the one the day you peer into their eyes long enough.

He’s chuckling before he presses a kiss to her clothed shoulder underneath the sheets, turning over his shoulder to reach for his phone to peer at the time since the alarm clock was turned on a odd angle on Lissy’s side of the bed.

“Eh, I’d rather lay here a little longer first. Let’s get up around seven-thirty or seven-forty five, huh?”

They were both early birds.

“Sure,” Lissy shrugs as Buck gets comfortable throwing his arm over her comforter covered body.

His touch was all she needed to close her eyes.

It was eight fifty when they settled onto the beach which was eight minutes away by car. The plaid blanket Lissy had spread out for them on the sand was just enough as they sat shoulder to shoulder, eyes out on the pale blue-gray waves that spun around on this Misty morning on the beach. Buck had his cup of flat white coffee, which he had to switch with Lissy since his iced coffee was too cold for him now on this sixty-five degree beach. He didn’t even care for coffee like that but he really got accustomed to it once he became a firefighter and it kept him wide-awake during over-time shifts.

“You know? this flat white isn’t too bad. It’s not what you always get right?”

Lissy’s nose crinkles a bit in humor as she sips at the cold iced mocha, which was a little too sweet for her liking but she masked it well, “I asked for extra milk and two sugars just in case.”

“So you knew—wow.” Buck stuck his tongue into his cheek, “You really do love me.”

“Yeah I do and don’t you forget it,” Lissy playfully pointed at the blond who slipped a hand around her back to rub as she leaned into him so he could kiss her temple and provide some warmth back.

And they sunk into each other as they watched the ocean come alive. Normally Buck didn’t mind the ocean but after with what happened with Christopher…the thought of the big body of water did give him a bit of anxiety until therapy gave him some peace. It also helped that he always had the love of his life to steer his mind away from the worries of life…for a little while at least.

The beach was serene and there werent too many people around that lingered yards away; Buck was sure that would be a complete contrast as the town rose to the day despite the gloom the skies brought.

Buck mumbled against Lissy’s hair, “Will you still say the same when I kick your butt at the arcade when it opens later?”

“Thats debatable.”

“I knew it,” Buck shared a laugh with the freckled face woman.

The couple later ventured off to another restaurant on the boardwalk for lunch around eleven thirty, eating lightly since their bellies were slightly full from the coffee before trailing down the boardwalk hand in hand. From souvenir shops where they got dorky but cute matching lounge shirts, to candy stores where Buck had a field day and wanted to take some home for Christopher since he was sure he would eat his share before they boarded the plane on Sunday afternoon, to finally stopping at a jewelry shop where Lissy went crazy buying all sorts of crystals that Buck still had no idea what they even mean. She even bought him a little glass turtle necklace that he just had to proudly wear around for the rest of the evening.

They ended up at the arcade by five pm and it was basically all fun between the two. Of course both wanted to win and it was close but the last game…Lissy had Buck in the end.

Literally and figuratively.

Buck sighs, “Alright fine, what do you want?”

“Kiss my ring first.”

“Oh this ring? The 1.5ct 18k opal stone with Moissanite accents? I don’t think your partner would like that very much.” He’s holding onto her fingers with pride and a smirk.

“Who’s to say he’s the one who gave it to me? Perhaps I’ve made this purchase all on my own, Mr.! Loving yourself first is the true key to finding love in someone else.”

“Well that’s true and I can’t be mad at that…but just curious, did you find that somebody?”

Lissy grins up at Buck as she locks her arms over his shoulders and Buck keeps his hands playfully raised, “I sure did, sugar. I’m looking right at him.”

And Buck seals her words with a kiss, guiding her right by the chin so their lips could meet. Buck can feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose as they held each other in place, before they slowly moved their lips together in sync. His rosy lips were always so soft against her full and sweet ones and Lissy never got tired of kissing Buck. He always held her with so much tenderness and any day in his arms felt like a vacation to her.

When they broke apart, forehead to forehead, her round eyes flicked up to Buck’s awaiting spring floating into summer eyes, “I want the stuffed lobster.”

Buck snorted as he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling a bit, “yeah, of course you do. C’mon then.”

She bounced on her toes, letting her hands slide down from his chest just for him to grip her hand once more, leading her to the counter to claim her gift.

They’re back on the boardwalk with Buck snapping solo pictures of Lissy modeling at ease (along with off guard ones) with the vibrant red lobster and people moving about. It’s around seven with the sky slowly shifting to navy and the puff of clouds remaining gray; the air is still steamy but breezy and the married couple to be realizes their time on the illuminated boardwalk will be cut short as a single raindrop falls to the center of Lissy’s parted hair.

“Hey,” Lissy peeks up at the sky then, while Buck is getting his poses out in the mirror outside with a bucket hat and shades on.

Buck is asking Eddie on FaceTime, “How do I look man?”

“Like an assclown.” Lissy hears as she looks around the boardwalk, noticing that people began to take cover into the nearby stores.

Lissy takes that as a sign and starts, “Ev…”

Just as the rain begins pelting hard against the wooden walkway, giving the indication that it would definitely hurt if they decided to run through it.

“Liss?” Buck calls out as he watches her balance the stuffed lobster in between her thighs then gathered her blown out hair up into claw clip after quickly tying it into a ponytail, “Eddie it’s down pouring. I’ll call you later!”

She steps back into the hard rain, a single arm spread out in her copper sweater, while the other holds her lobster, russet dress underneath twirling a bit with a spin she does, a wide smile spreading out onto her lips as she calls out over the loud water, “let’s go!”

He calls back, “Where to?”

“Anywhere!” She laughs and Buck can’t help but to shake his head as he tosses the hat back on the hook then places the shades onto the near by table.

He runs out to her then, interlacing his soft but strong hand into her own, water saturating both of their faces harshly and he dips his head at Liss before they take off together into the rain storm full of laughter and full of love.

Buck and Lissy couldn’t tell you how long they sat in the rental car but it wasn’t nearly as long as they ran in the rain together. He questioned if it would be weird ordering some delivery service for dinner to arrive at the hotel that had a tavern downstairs but Lissy simply shrugged her shoulders as her drying hair became bigger in its natural state.

Buck left briefly to sit in front of the fireplace outside of the tavern in the lobby which reminded him of his stuffy grandparents living room, waiting on their dinner after yet another lengthy shower. Everything seemed to be more in slow motion, like time was infinite for them both. When their dinner arrived, Buck wasted no time getting back to their charming bedroom to see Lissy sitting cross legged on the bed, still in a robe eating a mud pie that looked real familiar on the menu last night.

“No way are you eating that without me.” Buck comments as he places the bag onto the desk nearby.

Lissy covers her mouth as she tries to chew through the heaviness, “surprise! I’ll share.”

“How nice of you,” Buck laughs as he begins taking the containers of food out just for Lissy to appear behind him holding the dessert up to his lips with a fork.

Buck sighs in contentment, opening his eyes back to see Lissy nodding at him in agreement, “That has no business being that freaking good…you think we can have that as the wedding cake?

Lissy’s chest swells just thinking about the day, although they haven’t set a date yet and Buck talks about the wedding more than she does lately, it still brings her immense joy that someone like Buck would want to do life with her. He was patient and she learned all about his past relationships, which were way more than her’s—which she didn’t judge him for by any means but sometimes she still had to pinch herself to see if this was all real.

“It’s certainly a option, baby.” She runs her fingers over his stubble.

Together they sit back against the bed, Lissy in between Buck’s legs as they eat out of their containers of food, Lissy holding her own in her lap while Buck’s is off to the side of his, the brick wall behind the post bed makes the room chiller but being in each other’s space was all the shelter they need.

Lissy finds herself turning over her shoulder to look at Buck as he’s stuffing his face. When he feels her dark eyes burning into him, he flicks his gaze away from his meal, cheeks full as he sends a boyish laugh her way with a lift of his chin.

“Stop looking at me Mrs. Buck and eat your food.” He says, holding her stare as a single hand gets lost in her much thicker auburn hair.

Lissy laughs, “only if we can have a late night cuddle?”

“Is that not what we’re doing?” Buck asks, sliding his hand to rest back on her thigh.

Lissy shrugs as she faces her meal again, “I’m actually kinda cold.”

“What? Not my woman who likes to keep the thermostat on Antarctica. Wait…are you wearing anything under there?” Buck slides his hand up her torso first but she slaps his hand from lifting the opening of the robe.

She wags her finger in front of Buck’s eyes repeating, “Not uh, eat your food.”

Buck rolls his head around with a groan, “well how am I supposed to eat this if I’m curious now?”

“Just look at Brutus over there.” She points at the stuffed lobster that sits in the desk chair.

Buck pursed his lips after a moment, “My god that thing is ugly.”

“Don’t talk about our son like that!”

“Our what?” Buck side eyed Lissy who fought back a laugh.

“He has feelings.”

“Babe, I don’t know if you know this but that’s a stuffed animal and it doesn’t have emotions.”

“That’s the problem with men, y’all don’t know how to be in touch with your feelings.”

“Now wait a minute,” Buck frowns, “Karen or was it May? Somebody! did tell me I’m a cancer moon or something like that. I think I’m very much in touch with my feelings.”

“Hmm, I’m still in disbelief and think you’re more on the Gemini-Cancer cusp.”

Buck blinks, “yeah…whatever that means but it feels offensive so I think we’re ready for bed now.”

“I didn’t finish my nachos,” Lissy whines as Buck is closing up their containers and moving them elsewhere.

Buck shrugs as he leans back against the pillows still sitting up somewhat and pulls Lissy to rest against his chest, “Too bad. It’s my turn to hold you tonight, you did say you were cold and I don’t want you getting sick.”

Lissy huffs as she nestled her cheek into his chest, “…I won’t complain.”

“I know you won’t,” Buck laughs as he squeezes her shoulder and let’s his other hand rest on her hip.

She leans a kiss on his neck and before she can close her eyes for the night, she spies the light box on his side of the bed. She fears that feeling will come back and settle in like dry cement once they’re both back in Los Angeles but for tonight, she revels in the safety of Buck’s arms.

˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾

Read my October anthology prompts here.

[canmargesimpson]

Chapter 1:

This idea has been in my head over 2 years now so please be nice

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The date was February 1, 1996. Steve and Eddie were both in the supermarket buying food and supplies to survive the horrible winter they were exposed to. Since moving to Chicago, they have learned that when it came to winter, it was no joke. At least they weren’t in their crappy apartment they used to be before. When they got married last summer, they decided to move into a better house, and so they bought a small Chicago styled house, in a little neighborhood where the neighbors weren’t nosey or even cared that two men were sharing the same bed every night, or even that their neighbor was a considered a “Metal Icon”. Inside their house, it was their own world, where Eddie could dance to corny pop songs, Steve could read with his glasses and they could watch weird science fiction movies with their cat, Gimli, on their lap purring. 

Now, they both found themselves on the breakfast aisle where Steve was carefully choosing a coffee since the last one they bought was horrible. But as he did that, Eddie stared at a father and his daughter. He knows it's weird for him to stare at people, especially at a father playing pattycake with her daughter as they waited for the mother to arrive, but something about them just caught his eye. Eventually, a woman walked up, with some bread on her arm, laughing at her daughter and husband. The man stood up and leaned in to give her wife a sweet peck on the lips before picking up their daughter, placing her on his hip, and walking away. To the next aisle, the giggles of the daughter echoing in the small supermarket they were in.

Seeing this small interaction just made Eddie's body warm up. This sort of thing is starting to happen more and more constantly. Whenever he looked through the living room window, and saw a small kid with their parents having fun, or even just walking by, he would grew fuzzy and 

embarrassed for some weird reason. It starts with a single tingle on his stomach, then a warmth that covers him from head to toe making his ear turn bright red. Was this… Baby fever? He had never really felt like this, he always thought of kids as a pest or a broken alarm clock that wouldn't turn off. If you were to ask Eddie 10 years ago if he wanted kids, he would have laughed, hard. But now, he feels like it was… due. Like it was the final step of their journey together.  He knew that Steve would totally be up to it, the man is already a father of a bunch of kids in his class, and he literally spent his youth taking care of Dustin and the party, so he knew that he would be totally up to it. But what worried him was his own self. Is he ready to be a father? Did he REALLY want to be a father?

“Eddie!” Steve snapped in front of his eyes, Eddie quickly blinking himself out of his own head “what’s wrong?”

Eddie looked back at where the family once was and then back at his illegitimate husband and smiled, shook his head and mumbled a “nothing”. They both walked around the supermarket till they got everything they wanted. They paid, and went home in their car, singing along to the songs on the radios like always. Once home, Gimli made it very clear he was hungry, so as Eddie put the groceries away, Steve fed the wild cat.

“Oh poor baby” Steve talked to the cat, in which he responded with a wails in response “yes, you are a poor baby, must be so hungry. How could we forget to feed you earlier?”

Eddie closed the cabinet and then looked at Steve and the warmth from before crawled back up his spine. God, there must be something really wrong with him. He finished quickly, shelving everything into a single cabinet and went straight to bed, opened his book and started reading. Eventually Steve joined him, plopping down next to his husband and stared up to Eddie as he read.

“What’s on your mind sweetheart?” Eddie asked as he read the next line. Throughout the years together, Eddie had practiced his listening while reading skill, and now he pretty much considered himself an expert. So now, from the corner of his eye, he could see Steve in his head thinking and with his other eye, he could read.

“I just… i want another cat” steve blurbs out

Eddie frowns confused as he places his Lord of the Rings inspired bookmark on the page, closes the book and leaves it on the nightstand. Yes, maybe he could read and listen at the same time, but sometimes, he just needs to focus on one thing, and apparently this was one of those times “Another cat?”

“Yeah,” Steve sighed, as he  curled himself into Eddie and started playing with his old t-shirt from a metal band that he didn’t know. “I think Gimli deserves a brother… or sister”

Eddie placed his hand on Steve’s recently cut hair. It was shorter than usual, so he couldn’t really run his hands through it, but it was still long enough to pull when needed. So Eddie carefully pulled Steve’s hair, making him look up at him, their gaze meeting and locking. He could feel that Steve wasn’t telling him something, because if he really wanted another cat, he would have just gotten one, Eddie has told him a million times he doesn’t have to warn him. Eddie could arrive at his house with 10 new cat’s and he wouldn’t bother at all. So now having Steve curling up to him, asking him for a cat, when he already knew he could get one, told eddie there was something underneath his words

“Really?” Eddie blinked slowly, like a cat, staring straight into his soul. The younger boy looked away quickly and just sighed “what’s going on, honey?”

Steve looked back up, and took a deep breath. He moved up, so they could both be staring eye to eye, no one looking down or up at the other. He grabbed the hands of Eddie and just looked down at their hands together. Though they were very different, they fit perfectly together. While Eddie's fingers were thin, boney and long, Steve’s finger’s were chunky and strong. While Eddie's hands were covered in meaningful tattoos and rings, Steve's hands were completely bare from the wedding ring they both shared. Steve thinned his lips and just looked at eddie.

“I know we have already had this conversation, 2 years ago and you said no, but something in me hopes you have changed your mind in some way so…” Steve frowns and spills out his words “what do you think about having kids?”

Eddie inhaled clearly, quite surprised that he had just read his mind. Eddie obviously didn’t have the time to even think about it, i mean, he thought about it in the grocery store for some solid 5 minutes, but that was it. There was no reflection or process of the thought of having a child in the house, but that didn’t matter, because it was too late for Eddie to even think about it.

“Yes,” he said plainly. 

Steve’s eyes went wide, his mouth parted slightly and he blacked three times just to make sure he was dreaming or not, to see if Eddie was just messing with him or being completely serious. He was quite surprised with the answer, since every time they ever got close to a human younger than 13, Eddie would quickly wrinkle his nose and just scratch his hair completely confused as if it were a math test. But now, his answer was so direct and simple, Steve could have never seen it coming.

“You said…yes?” Steve bit his tongue hiding his smile “yes? You wanna have kids?”

“I-i-i guess? I mean” Eddie sat up and looked away to stare into his lap and his hand fidgeting “I just… im so scared but like, fuck it?” he shrugged “i mean, today at the supermarket, that family kinda looked… happy. And now that I think of it, they must have been scared too, you know?” he looks down at his illegitimate husband who just stared in awe with a thin but visible layer of tears in his eyes ``and hell, you might be scared too!” Eddie laughed as Steve nodded “so let's just do it. Let’s go to an orphanage or a foster home or or or even find a surrogate! Let’s do our research and prepare, and if you end up with the six nuggets you once wanted back in Hawkins then lets have them! Fuck yeah!”

And that’s how it all started.

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Chapter 2

[leaderofthemafia]

Sir, father, boss, or however you are to be called.

I started some artwork

I need a color scheme ᵕ̈

Could you help? Could you pick outs one colors?

☪︎❀♢♫

You can call me however you like.

It looks very pretty! How about these colours:

[divinemare]

-ˏˋ⋆ 𝔄 𝔠 𝔬 𝔲 𝔯 𝔱 𝔬 𝔣 𝔤 𝔬 𝔡 𝔰 𝔞 𝔫 𝔡 𝔪 𝔬 𝔫 𝔰 𝔱 𝔢 𝔯 𝔰 ⋆ˊˎ-

└──» ✎ 。 Azriel x Oc

part eleven

part ten

└──» tw: some violence

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The entire Night Court was in mourning. A cloak of grief had enveloped the Court like a dark curse, as it had also done so upon its ruler.

The High Lord Rhett had bursted into a fist of rage so great it had almost looked maniacal, and it had been the first time Mareena had witnessed the cold male showing signs of a heart. A heart that had been so brutally crushed it now bleed like a stabbing wound.

Mareena’s pain was no different; her heart too bleed with grief and rage. And betrayal as well.

She felt a wound so profound in her that it seemed impossible that it could ever heal. Not only because the only mother she had ever known, the female that had taught her how it felt to be unconditionally loved by a mother, and the little girl who had grown in her heart so much and so deep she had become her sister, were now dead; had been brutally murdered. But because the responsible for their absence, the responsible for Rhysand’s and her family’s pain; was, ironically, her own family. Her brother.

Rhys had told her that the only person he had talked with about Alhena’s and Valeria’s trip to the camp was Tamlin.

At first she had been reluctant to accept it, that her little brother, the male who had befriended Rhys even though their parents were enemies, the male that she was learning to love and welcoming in her life as the only good her family had left her; had been the responsible for all this cruelty, had been the one to snitch upon Alhena and Valeria with their awfully cruel father, and then had proceeded to let them all torture both females, cut out their wings, and then tossed their heads into the river for Rhys to eventually find them.

But then she had realized, that just as she was her father’s daughter, Tamlin was his father’s son as well.

And so as Mareena went back to the Court of Nightmares with Rhys, she realized, looking at the male’s tormented, raging violet eyes, that the same thoughts that crossed her mind crossed his, that the same pressure on her chest screamed the same thing to him as it was doing with her, that the same desire danced in his hands, aching to stop the gushing wound in his chest long enough to make them bleed as well, as she too was aching now.

As Mareena looked at Rhys, and he looked at her, both recognized that feeling in each other’s eyes, and understood where that night was taking them to.

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Mareena had never seen the High Lord like this before, he was a spiral of rage and darkness and grief. His eyes seemed like too reflections of death itself.

Yet somehow, this was the first time Mareena did not fear him.

As soon as Rhys entered his father’s room, Rhett had growled that they were going to the Spring Court at once.

Both Mareena and Rhys had stoped their tracks when they saw the interior of the antechamber: it was completely wrecked, everything broken, everything destroyed. It was probably an accurate representation of how the High Lord was feeling inside, but neither of them made a single comment about it.

Rhys straighten his back and simply nodded once to his father, then the older male looked in her direction, and Mareena thanked the Cauldron that she did not look too much alike her father, or else Rhett might have killed her in the spot.

Still, she gathered her courage and rage and grief, and stepped outside the protection of Rhys’ body to brace the raging gaze of the High Lord.

“My Lord, I wish to accompany you,” she spoke with a determination she had never in her life spoken with before.

“And why would I take you to your father’s domains, girl?” The High Lord got closer to them with predatory slowness, Rhys moved an inch closer to her, but Mareena did not look down nor stepped back.

“Because he has too taken something from me, too many things. And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been secretly waiting for the day I could look him in the eyes while his life slips away.”

Mareena had thought that the confession would scare her, that saying her darkest, most hidden thoughts aloud would terrify her, but when the words came out of her mouth, none of that happened, nothing moved within her, let alone regretted saying the truth.

The High Lord's face remained hard and unreadable, Mareena waited with her head held high for the male's response, a lump forming in her throat.

What she hadn't said, what she hadn't been able to admit, was that this might well be her last chance to know something about her mother, to get her father or her brothers or someone who knew to tell her something, anything, that might help her find her mother real mother.

After losing Alhena, after her father took her from her, she wanted more than ever to squeeze the truth out of the male who had, regrettably, given her life, even if she had to do it using that horrible power Jalus had made her suffer so much for.

"Good. If you want revenge on your father so badly," was all Rhett said before walking past them.

Mareena and Rhys shared a glance, he didn't need to ask her if she was sure of this, he knew perfectly well the darkness that Mareena had been holding deep inside herself since the day they met, when he saw it with his own eyes as he entered her mind.

For a long time, Mareena had feared this darkness, had hidden it and locked it deep inside herself. But now, feeling that dark power tingling her skin, screaming to let what was left outside her lock explode, she deicide to leave that darkness come out, to mingle with her being, to come out and settle where it had previously been exiled.

That power, which she had previously kept white and pristine, pure, she let it turn a darker colour, let it lose its fear.

And so, taking Rhys's hand, they winnowed to the place that for so many years had held her prisoner, to the male that for so many years had made her suffer. To the family she now wanted dead.

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Rhysand had her brothers under his power, their minds surrendered to his will.

The rage that emanated from him could only be defined as feral. He was going to kill them, he was about to do it, to make them succumb so much in a pain that even their immortal bodies would not handle and would soon break.

But there was something still trapped inside Mareena’s heart, something that was making her mouth twitch and head to spin.

"Wait!" She screamed when she saw the life almost leaving one of her older brother’s eyes.

The three of them immediately took a deep, choked breath in when Rhysand relaxed his grip on them at the surprise of Mareena’s voice. He looked at her with a dark eyebrow raised as if wondering if she was only just regretting this.

“I need to know if they know,” she whispered to the one male that in a couple of years had been more of a brother to her than the three other males ever were in her entire life.

And Rhysand understood immediately, his frown relaxing deeply and only nodding ones, giving a step back to let her stand in front of them.

“You…traitorous…bitch,” Silas, the middle brother of the three of them, spat between ragged breaths to her.

Mareena didn’t even flinch at the hatred and the harshness of his looks and voice. “Brother, spare me the insults and wasted time in discussing which one of us is the most fucked up, we would need some long time to discuss that, time that you three do not have left,” the three males growled, baring their teeth’s at her, Caius, the younger of them, made an attempt to move towards her, but her hand shot upwards in a second, and it started to dimly glow in an almost reddish color.

Not even Rhys dared to breath as Caius’ face began to drain of color, and started making choking sounds as the air stopped rushing through his body.

“Where. Is. She,” Mareena had never looked like this, sounded like this. Not even when Rhett made her torture his prisoners, no, this was an entirely new Mareena.

One who’s hand didn’t glow white but like dark fire, one who’s eyes did not advert with fear but rather looked straight at her brother’s eyes.

“Tell me right now or you’ll wish I had let Rhys finish you off,” she spat to the two remaining males that could actually talk.

“We don’t know who the fuck you’re talking about,” Tobin, the oldest, spat, stealing afraid glances at his younger brother.

“My mother! Where is she!” And then, without even intending to, a rush of power cursed through her and shot out at her already suffering brother.

Caius’ eyes and nose started to bleed, before she finally drained him of all his power, all his being, and choked on his own blood, falling dead at her feet.

This time hadn’t been like the last time, when she first killed that other man. No. That time she had felt terribly guilty, dirty, terrified of herself. This time, tho, as she stared at the lifeless body of her older brother, feeling that power she had drained from him feeding her own; she felt nothing, absolutely nothing. No remorse, no fear, no pain.

“I would suggest you two start talking while you still can,” Rhysand spoke in a deathly voice behind her, like a reassuring presence that told her that he too felt that darkness consuming him as well. And it felt so. damn. good.

“We know nothing!” Silas screamed at her in anger, trashing against Rhys’ restrain without an ounce of luck.

Something in Mareena’s chest tighten at the point of asphyxiation, she was screaming in her head, a despair so great it was threatening to make her power combust.

And just then, she felt a hand on her shoulder, only that, when she turned around, Rhys was not the one holding her, but something dark and small and almost undetectable. Like a presence, like…like a shadow.

She took a deep breath in, then one out, taking in the touch of that small shadow, and a reassuring, comforting, and inexplainable feeling settled on her heavy heart.

Mareena stared at her brothers’ eyes with deathly calmness, not a single emotion showing in her face.

“Then you shall suffer for everything you’ve done,” and with that, she turned around to leave Rhys to discard all his anger and pain on her brothers, while she went to look for the only male that could really tell her what she so desperately wanted to know.

[prythianpages]

A Court of Shadows & Moonlight

A Court of Shadows & Moonlight | azriel x rhy's sister (OC)

Summary: Daughter of the Night Court's High Lord. Half Illyrian. Half High Fae. Rhysand's little sister. A Dreamer. Only few know her as Valeria and only one knows her truth. She is the moon, a lonely girl cratered by imperfections, and he is her night, the one who helps her shine bright.

-a story in which Azriel and Valeria are mates-

A/N: I am going through ACOTAR withdrawals after finishing ACOSF. Rhysand's sister is a character I think of a lot and I love Azriel so when I saw a theory/imagine of her and Azriel being mates, I couldn't help myself. This was originally just meant to be a collection of imagines but I decided to expand further on the love story between Val and Az. Below you can find “Val’s Early Life,” which consists of stories about her upbringing and early adulthood. It’s not necessary to read them to follow the story but it is a nice backstory and provides context as there is already somewhat of an established relationship between Val and Az. I made another masterlist for the actual story, which you can find below.

I made a playlist for this and you can find it here, if interested.

angst= ♥️ fluff = ☁︎ smut= ☪︎

*the ones that have no symbol are neutral or have subtle hints of angst/fluff and are put at the top of the imagine.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Val's Early Life˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

-> The Night she was born

-> The Night her powers came

-> The Night she met Cassian

-> The Night she met the shadowsinger ☁︎

-> The Night Azriel took his first flight ☁︎

-> The Night she made her first friend ☁︎

-> The Night she caught Cassian

-> The Night of their first solstice in Velaris ☁︎

-> The Night she asked about Love

-> The Night Azriel found out her secret ♥️

-> The Night she gets her heartbroken ♥️

-> The Night she met Noctis ☁︎

-> The Night of her 18th Birthday ♥️

-> The Night they join the Bloodrite ♥️

-> The Night they return from the Bloodrite ♥️

-> The Night she left Windhaven ♥️

-> The Night she made Azriel dance

-> The Night she made Azriel lose control ☪︎

-> The Night she played the violin for her father ♥️

-> The Night they all went to Rita’s ☪︎

-> The Night Mor was hurt ♥️

-> The Night the High Lord found out her secret ♥️

->The Night Azriel helped her heal ☁︎ ♥️

-> The Night she decided to join the Bloodrite

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊Val's & Az's story˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

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Help me get my family out of Gaza

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ by @mohamedjshamia [ Fundraiser has not been verified but seems legit. More information here. ]

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ Description

My name is Mohammad Jamal Shamia, and I reside in Sweden. I am raising funds to help my family and my sisters and brother leave Gaza for Egypt or any other country to secure their safety, as there is no longer a safe place in Gaza. Here is their story: My family consists of eight people: my father, my mother, four daughters, and two sons. My father, Jamal Shamia, is currently in Gaza, and his home was destroyed at the beginning of the war. We have lost security and peace. We have witnessed how a single rocket can destroy your entire life, both your past and your future. Our dreams have been shattered. Now the future is unknown and dark. There is no home, no basic life essentials, no job. We are now seeking to leave this country for a life abroad and to obtain security. We estimate our loss to be at least $50,000 to rebuild a home and start our lives anew.

My mother left Gaza before the war for surgery in Egypt and is now stranded on the Egyptian side without any means of support. The daughters (Rasha, Maram, Rana, Reem): - Rasha Jamal Shamia and her husband Khalil Abu Samaan have two children, Mira Abu Samaan and Omar Abu Samaan. They are now in Gaza and have left their home and all their belongings in Gaza City to move to Rafah, but they cannot return to their home due to the occupation forces' siege of the northern areas. They are now in tents and have lost their children's future in terms of education and the opportunity for a decent life. - Rana Jamal Shamia and her husband Mohammed Salama have two children, Amir Salama and Taim Salama. They are also in Gaza and lost their home after the occupation forces bombed their house, and they suffered direct injuries. They also lost their children's future and are now internally displaced persons in Rafah City after their house was demolished. They still suffer from the damage they and their children witnessed. - Reem Jamal Shamia is residing outside Gaza and has not seen her family for some time.

- Maram Jamal Shamia and her husband Mareed Al-Suwirki are now outside Gaza. They were evacuated along with their children and husband from Gaza. Maram's family has suffered greatly during their time in Gaza, and their home was destroyed. They lost many of their belongings. Her husband is a dentist and also lost his job. Two of the sons (Mohammad, Ahmad): -Ahmad Jamal Shamia resides in Gaza and is a third-year student in dental school. He lost his education due to the devastating war in Gaza. He was studying at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, and his home was destroyed in the war. He is currently suffering from moving from one temporary shelter to another. Ahmad was a diligent, ambitious, and creative student who ranked first in his class. He didn't limit himself to what he learned in university. He attended courses and workshops online with Egyptian doctors to learn more and excel in his field. He always sought excellence and worked hard for it, and he loved helping all students. He now needs money to continue his education, which will cost him a lot of money since he will complete his studies in Egypt.

-I, Mohammad Jamal Shamia, currently residing in Sweden, am orchestrating a fundraising effort aimed at providing assistance to my immediate family and siblings. The funds collected will be allocated towards facilitating their departure from Gaza, with coordination managed through Hala Travel Agency, and remittance to Egypt via established channels. The required contribution stands at $5000 per adult, with a reduced amount of $2500 designated for children. My family is living in extreme danger due to the brutal bombing of their city. There are daily explosions and attacks. The city is no longer safe for them. My family has been unable to work for five months due to the war, and they are living on minimal food and water while constantly suffering from fear and shock from the attacks around them. Many in the family have medical needs, and their lives are at risk every moment. Prices have risen in Gaza, and they struggle daily to meet their basic needs. The family is requesting help to cross the border into Egypt so they can begin rebuilding their lives. Time is of the essence! Help us transport them across the border to Egypt so we know they are safe from the increasing and indiscriminate attacks.

There will be a high financial cost, as mentioned earlier, for one person it is $5,000 and $2,500 for children, to enter Egyptian territory. I hope we can work together to help my family leave Gaza. Their escape from the difficulties will only be possible through this fundraising campaign. They are counting on us! Thank you for your support. Thank you for coming together

[ryndicate]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ  A Drop in Time

Don’t listen too closely to the silence. It whispers things you don’t want to hear.

Vampire!Megumi x reader (fem body/pronouns)

notes: this installment was proofread by a friend who deserves all my love and i could wax poetic about them all night.... but here’s the first chapter! A true introduction to the world we live in. Also, just because he’s a background character in JJK, just know that Shouta was the dbag that was mean to Junpei lol, no relation to any other character cause I definitely used some names from other shows to name my other minor characters. 

Warnings: non-sexual penetration, memories of physical assault, depictions of death/grief, descriptions of arranged marraige/misogyny, mentions of ye olde birth control, religious themes

By expanding, you are consenting to viewing adult/dark content, and all warnings listed above. 18+ Minors DNI

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Something bright irritates your eyes and a terrible stench greets you as you stir, movements leaden.

"She's awake! Call the priest, quick!"

Your eyes blink open slowly, a fierce ache in your head making them flutter closed almost immediately. Your body feels on fire as you curl in on yourself, feeling much too stiff, brittle like old bones.  You've never been in this much pain before, not even when you cut your leg on your father's tools as a child; the fever then almost killed you, according to your mother, but your memories of the time are broken at best. Sleep threatens your mind once more, blackness tinging on the edge of your vision.

"Little one, are you well enough to speak?"

Struggling, you look towards the familiar voice and make a final attempt to remain conscious. You've only met him a few times as he's the only priest for the few villages in this area. He makes time to visit for his duties once a fortnight. Everyone trusts him. 

The wariness in his eyes is enough to fill you with unease. This man was present at your birth, and has never given you more than a firm scolding in your life. The grim set of his jaw is unfamiliar, wrong. 

"Father?"

Your voice is small, dry and rasping, reminding you of the pain from the night before. Your throat burns, agony exploding across your senses as you wheeze and cough. Your hands immediately raise to cover the wounds on your neck, eyes growing hazy with tears. You can sense the others nearby looking on with curiosity, but too fearful to approach. Their wary stares fill you with panic.

"Dear child," An ounce of care filters into his tone, but it remains unyielding. "You must submit to an examination. You were bitten, do you understand?"

"Yes, Father." Your answer is swift and subdued. It is nothing short of a miracle that this opportunity is being offered. No one would have questioned the choice to dispose of you for the safety of the village. 

"Peace be with you." He bows his head. "We will move you to the church. Try to be still and send your prayers to above. We plead for the Lord's mercy today, should we be fortunate to receive it."

Father nods to two young men hovering nearby and they rush forward as if grateful for a task, bundling a sheet over you and carefully raising you between them. Through the gaps of the frayed fabric you catch sight of rising smoke, and realize with growing horror that the awful stench is that of burned bodies.

You close your eyes tight in hopes of erasing the horrifying image, wincing as their uncoordinated movements jostle your wounds, and try to gather your strength for whatever is coming. 

The church seems prepared for your arrival, several of the sisters who accompany the Father moving around to prepare a table with an assortment of items.

You try to be mindful as they hover, murmuring prayers, sprinkling waters and oils over you, clutching your fingers over the silver cross they’ve pressed into your hands, but your mind keeps drifting to the horrors of last night. It’s struggling to remember hazy details, but primarily in a daze over the fact that you’re somehow still alive.

It’s a short moment before you realize the sisters have shuffled out, the cross slack in your hands as your eyes refocus to see Father gazing at you, somber. Fear jumps to your throat at the shadow in his eyes, suddenly fearful to speak. Are you condemned?

His eyes avert from yours. "One last thing."

You jump uncomfortably as he steps closer, his fingers closing on the hem of your nightgown. 

Realization strikes you in an instant, paralyzing awareness.

"Father, please no," you beg him softly, panic lighting your eyes. "It did not, I swear on my life."

"Little one, I must." There's an air of discomfort surrounding the old priest now. "This is for your sake as well. We must clear your name of any rumor."

"I'm begging you," you whisper. Shame twists your features, hysteria bubbling hot in your chest as the heat of embarrassment is added to the brew of this nightmare. 

He pauses, solemnly reading your face. "It was Shouta?"

You nod, tears beginning to streak down your face to be acknowledging it. You wipe them away hastily, too overwhelmed to realize you’ve only wiped the soil of your gown down your cheeks. 

"As long as what you say is true, then I will tell no one."

"Do you promise, Father?" You daren't hope. Shouta and you both had known the damage that could be done to your image if your intimacy had gotten out. He'd persuaded you sweetly at first, then persistently. After a time, you'd reluctantly allowed him, in favor of earning his approval instead of his ire. He was to be your husband after all, ‘til death do you part. So you'd been careful, meeting him discreetly and taking the tonics the neighbor’s eldest daughter had gotten for you at the price of teaching her her letters. She wanted to attend school at the capital and now you’re wildly wondering if she’s even alive.

But for all the care you’d taken, you couldn't hide your shame from a priest. 

"You're safe with me, child. Vows taken or not, you are sworn to him. You are a good woman, and you will be a good wife for Shouta. He chose well in you, and this will not reflect on that. The Lord knows your heart; it is not my place to cast judgment." 

It had been your parents that chose him, but you remain silent. It would not serve you well to be any more honest now. Your father is away now, Shouta at his side, as they apply for a marriage certificate in the capital. Marriage… The man your father chose is a respected one, the village leader's son. You don't know if you will ever feel love for him, but you do know your life will be lived well at his side, lacking for nothing. You would never dishonor your father by rebuking the life he planned out for you.

Discomfort burns in both of your cheeks as the priest proceeds. As much as you know it to be necessary, it leaves a poor taste in your mouth. But if having the backing of the village's respected priest is what you need to return to your quiet life, then you can suffer this. The last thing you need is the hateful and fearful rumors that you might be with child by a monster.

"It is done. You are well, my dear. Let us see to your wounds."

"Thank you, Father." You can't help but slump in relief, weariness setting in now that your safety is assured. 

At his call a couple of sisters reenter the room and immediately begin fussing over you. Father bows and makes his exit, and they promptly strip you of your soiled nightgown. You are not sorry to see it go, the stiff fabric bloody and unsalvageable. As they dispose of your clothing in the hearth, you manage to voice some of the things you’ve been wondering about. They answer softly, informing you that it’s almost been two days since your attack. The priest has been monitoring you, afraid to move your body for fear of worsening your condition. It had been his call to leave you untouched, making no attempt to inspect your wound, to allow your wound to clot. The decision had been a risky one, but it had probably saved your life. 

There's profound relief on the women's' faces that eases some of the ordeal, and you allow your eyes to fall closed as they brush a warm, wet cloth over your wounds and skin, content to be in someone else's care even if just for the moment. Your body aches after nearly two days of sleeping on the bare ground. You want nothing more than to fall asleep somewhere comfortable after this. You can’t stop thinking about the blanket your mother had received from her relatives last winter. Thick, soft, and made from animal pelts you hadn’t seen before, it’s the softest thing you’ve ever touched. To fall asleep under that now would be bliss.

Thinking of that blanket has your thoughts wandering towards your mother. You wonder briefly if your parents and Shouta will hear of this incident before their return, or if you will have to tell them yourself. You don't look forward to reliving the experience for their sake. 

"Come, young miss. We drew an herbal bath out back. It will be cold, but twas the best we could do."

The water is bracing, but you're more than used to it. Whatever herbs they cast into it tingle along your skin pleasantly, relaxing you, and washing the grime from your skin helps you feel more clean. You can only hope it will help wash away the memory of the demon's touch. His hands were almost like fire. You shiver.

One of the sisters notices and tuts. "Oh poor dear, come now. Let's finish up and get you warm and dry. Father has asked us to accompany you to your home for the evening in case you have need of us."

"Thank you," you murmur softly, standing from the water and taking the clothes they offer you. Despite your wish to be alone, you have no doubt you'll be grateful for their presence. It will be much easier to brush off the old creaking of your home on them moving about instead of letting your fearful imagination run wild. 

You wrap the worn shawl around your shoulders more tightly as they accompany you towards your home. There are still men about, busy cleaning up the mess of the attack. Some glance at you warily; others nod and continue with their work. It seems news of your examination is traveling slowly, but the overall mood of the men you pass is enough to make you hopeful that all will be well soon. Everyone looks focused on rebuilding your quiet little village. 

"Of those attacked, were there any more survivors?" Beyond the loss of the baker's daughter, you know of no one else who had been lost. You're grateful all of your family had been away for the attack. 

The women look forlorn as they exchange glances. "Not many, we're afraid. Most had wounds too deep, others were in danger of turning. There are a fair few missing as well. You were very lucky, miss."

The words feel thin. Lucky is not how you would describe nearly dying, held down and helpless at the hands of a monster—but you suppose there are no good words to describe such a thing.

"I apologize for the mess, we were not expecting visitors." The etiquette slips from your lips automatically as you show them inside. Your home is humble, but well built. Your father works a steady trade, and he saw to it that the house is well-maintained. 

To distract yourself you help see to their accommodations, pulling out linens for their bedding. You fear if you remain idle…his voice will haunt your thoughts. 

You will not suffer needlessly.

You close the closet door more fiercely than you mean to, chills covering you from head to toe.

How dare that monster say something so horrific. How were you meant to not suffer when he drank from your flesh? The pain of that encounter very well may follow you to the afterlife. 

You make your way back to the sitting room to find that the women had made themselves busy stirring the hearth. The warmth is most inviting and you will yourself to relax.

"There isn't much here for now, but there is bread in the kitchen and enough to make a light stew. I can make enough for us all."

The appalled expressions on their faces is almost comical.

"Heavens no!"

"We're here to tend you, miss! You've suffered something terrible, you should be resting."

After their sharp demand, they wave you towards a chair near the fire until you sit, straining your ears to hear the hushed voices as they bustle about your kitchen. They seem to still be worrying for your health and the few others who are in recovery. Your fingers brush delicately against the bandage on your throat, wincing at the lingering pain. You're not used to being taken care of in such a manner, not since your mother had taught you to care for the house and how to prepare meals. 

She had gone with your father to the capital, ever the dutiful wife. Before she had left, she had told you to enjoy the few weeks of peace before Shouta's return. She seemed to recognize the lack of personal attachment you felt for the union. This small time for yourself has been a gift from her to you.

It's not long before the attendants return, placing a small bowl of stew in your hands. The vegetable broth is soothing, the added warmth in your stomach making your eyes droop as fatigue settles over you. As they help you to your room you're grateful for their assistance, but you find yourself longing to be alone once more. One of them refastens your window, the one you had climbed out of last night when you’d heard someone enter through your front door. Even after they leave the room, you cannot help yourself from tiptoeing over to the sill and making sure the latch is tight.

You would never be able to sleep without checking for yourself. 

The morning comes far more quickly than you'd like. You wake feeling unrested, moving slowly. You’re certain there are unsightly circles under your eyes, but when the ladies ask how you're feeling you fix on a smile and tell them you're feeling much better. There wasn’t much sleep to be had when the echoes of groans filled your ears, and every small shift sent your body aching.

Breakfast is not a big affair, just plain porridge before you send them on their way. Despite the fatigue of your body protesting every step of the way, you spend most of the morning tending the house, clearing out dust, washing the linens, and cleaning the floorboards. Afterwards you sit in the sun pouring through the open window as you eat a light lunch, more tired than usual from your affairs. Sweat beads across your brow from the exertion but you wipe it away without complaint, along with your tears. 

It feels like you've not stopped crying since you awoke yesterday afternoon. Any time you find yourself with what should be moments of peace, his groans fill your ears, his breath dusts on your neck and you feel the ghost of a body right behind you. Your wrists still ache from his crushing grip and your neck twinges with pain every other moment. Unable to bear the silence, you heave yourself to your feet and march to the front door with purpose in each step.

Even if you're tired and your chores have finished, surely with everything that's happened there's more work to be done. Wrapping a shawl around your shoulders, you push out the door.

The village is bustling with activity as you make your way toward the main street, but everyone is subdued. Grief is all but tangible in the air, eyes downcast and lips set in frowns. Even the children aren't running about, clinging to their mother's skirts or each other's hands. 

You make your way into the market and catch the eye of the young nephew to one of the farmers. He's stopping each passerby and offering something from the basket at his side. Curiously you make your way towards him. 

He turns to you as you approach. "Do you need any?" He tilts the basket towards you gently, showing you a mound of eggs. "Uncle said with everythin', folks’ chickens probably wouldn't lay, so he sent me out with the extra. You can have some."

"I don't need any, but thank you. I was actually looking to see if anyone needs my help."

"You could always ask the market marm, 'm sure she'd know," the boy says thoughtfully, "But I heard Mama say the weaver was killed, and the husband has his hands full with the kids and the shop. You could check on him." He pulls a cloth from his pocket and carefully places five eggs in it before tying it. "I was gonna go that way later but here, take these with you, 'm sure he'd 'preciate it."

Thanking him, you accept the makeshift package and your feet carry you towards the weaver's shop. You can hear the wail of an infant before you even open the shop door. 

Cautiously entering, you peek around to see the weaver's husband bouncing a toddler on his hip, another child tugging on his trousers as he tries to break up what appears to be an argument between his two eldest. The young boys are screaming at each other, faces ruddy and pinched with anger.

"It’s your turn—"

"I did it yesterday—"

"No you didn’t, you rotten little—"

"Boys!"

A small hand curls around two of your fingers, causing you to startle silently. You look down to see a young girl, no older than four, looking up at you tearfully. You recognize the weaver's youngest daughter and click your teeth in sympathy when she reaches for you, a silent but clear request to be picked up, and haul her into your arms. She clings to you, her soft curls brushing your cheek.

"It's okay, little one," you sigh, adjusting her weight and clearing your throat, making an attempt to make your presence known. Raising your voice is no longer a simple feat. "Excuse me—"

The beleaguered father finally notices you, his eyes filled with frustration at his children's behavior. "Toshi, Gin!" he snaps at last, loud and gruff in a manner that makes both boys freeze and hunch their shoulders. "You know better to behave like that in front of customers, apologize to the lady."

Both boys glance at you and duck their heads, muttering apologies that you don't quite hear as the toddler in the man's grasp begins to wail, frightened by his raised voice.

"I'm sorry, miss, but now might not be a good time. If you'd like to come back I'm sure I can help you find—"

"It's okay sir, I actually came by to see if you might need anything?"

Your words are timid, almost coming off as if you're making a request. His blank stare causes your cheeks to heat up, and you stutter, searching for something else to say. "One of the farmers also sent these eggs. They had some to spare."

A little awkwardly, you hold out the makeshift parcel until he readjusts his hold on the tyke in his arms and takes it from you, appearing just as awkward as you feel. After a short moment, he clears his throat. 

“Gin, take this and put it up in the kitchen.” He places a palm on the head of the girl still clinging to his clothing. “Hime, go help your brother. Toshi, take the little one and put him down for a nap please.”

The young girl nods silently and takes Gin’s hand as Toshi takes the youngest. They all trudge off, glancing back at you as they go before they disappear around a corner of the shop. 

“Here, I’ll take her,” he offers, but the girl clings to you tighter, whimpering into your neck. “Come now, Yachi.”

A look of consternation crosses his features when she doesn’t listen, tucking herself deeper into your neck. You wince as she presses into your bandages, but you’re quick to assure him. “It’s fine sir, I don’t mind holding her.”

He grunts at that, but relents, eyeing you cautiously. “You’re that girl from the other day, aren’t you? The one that—” he glances at Yachi, “—that the priest visited.”

“Yes, he said everything was well.” You duck your head nervously, but he only shrugs, looking off to the side. Apparently he trusts the word of Father as much as you do.

“What’s yer name?”

“Rumi, sir.”

“Hm. And what is it that you said you came for?”

“To see if there’s anything I might be able to help with. I heard in the market that…” You trail off, glancing down at the child in your arms. You’re not sure how much the little one would understand of what transpired during the attack. 

Grief glitters in his eyes, and he appears to be struggling to answer you when the eldest comes tramping back into the room. “We finished Pa. Gin and Hime are playin’ in the room with—”

“Toshi, can you take Yachi? I need to speak with the little miss.” There’s a small break in his voice that you think the elder man hides well, but the seriousness on the boy’s face makes you think twice. 

The boy might very well be less than half your age, but he appears to carry himself with responsibility. You assume he gained such a trait as the eldest of his siblings.

“Let’s go Yachi,” his voice is much softer when he speaks to her, “Gin’s telling that story you like. I bet he’d start over if ya asked nice.” 

Yachi peeks at him, her eyes still wet, but after a short glance at you, she nods and allows him take her from you. He only struggles with her weight for a second before his step bounces in playful exaggeration and her giggles at his antics carry throughout the shop even after they leave the shop floor.

“You have a very lively family. They seem to get along well.” It’s a paltry attempt to fill the silence that stretches between you, but he still gives a nod of thanks at your words.

“They’ll need to, to get through this,” he mutters gruffly, running a hand through black hair flecked with gray. He’s a well built man, who looks like he’s no stranger to the labor trades.

“I’m sure they’ll—”

“I haven’t told them about their Mama,” he interrupts you suddenly, looking you in the eye.

Your shoulders stiffen as you realize what he’s saying. 

“They didn’t see it,” he continues, speaking low in case the children might be trying to listen in. You step closer to help him in this, allowing him to speak even more softly. He unravels the bandage you hadn’t noticed on his forearm, showing you the wound that nearly matches your own. “I didn’t see it. The bastard got to me first, but it wanted her. Hit my head, and I was so out of it that I couldn’t… She got them all hidden away in the pantry before runnin’.”

“I’m so sorry.” Horror and nausea swirls in your gut as you picture the scene, the helplessness of it all. 

Shame and misery etch themselves to the lines of his face so deeply it was as if they’d always been there. “I found shreds of her clothing in the morning. Covered in blood. I c-couldn’t tell the little ones, I couldn’t. How do you tell a child their Mama was—” he inhales shakily. “I told them she’s helping the priest, but I think Toshi is beginning to realize what really happened. He’s old enough that I can't hide these things from him.”

"He's a strong boy, I can tell," you murmur softly. Your stomach heaves as you realize she met the end that you so narrowly escaped. That it could have been you, naught left but a puddle of blood for a loved one to discover. Swallowing tightly, you try to keep your voice steady and reassuring. "He'll help you take care of the little ones."

“He shouldn’t have to!” the man snaps fiercely, causing you to flinch noticeably, wincing as the sudden movement twinges in your neck. An awkward expression of regret paints his features. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t right of me—”

“No! It’s fine,” you murmur softly. This man has been through enough. Of course he’s on edge. “Just please, um…” You realize you can’t quite recall his name, though you’re certain you’ve heard it around the village before. 

He sighs, softening considerably, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes as he makes an effort to pacify himself. “The name’s Shin, Miss Rumi.”

“Shin, sir, please just let me know what I can do to help you. I’ve nothing else to do with my time but sit at home. I’d rather be useful.”

Shin regards you carefully. “I suppose, if you’re offering… the shop.” He glances around wearily, and you belatedly notice there are half-packed crates and parcels everywhere. “I’m packing everything up, but it’s a lot to handle on my own. Toshi wanted to help but I need him with the littles ones.”

“Of course.”

Grateful for something to do you set to work, carefully folding textiles and lining boxes with spools of thread. Shin works beside you, mostly silent save for some sparse instruction when you lose track of where to start next, wrapping a series of tools and devices with purposes that escape you. He’s so delicate with them that you are certain of their importance to the weaver’s craft. There’s so much to be done, you’re not sure that he would ever have managed to do this without assistance. When the light begins fading, only half the shop has been put away. 

“Rumi.” Shin glances outside, his eyes shadowed as they fix on you. “You should get on home before it gets any darker.”

Anxiety prickles at your skin at the idea of being out after dark. Alongside the obtrusive fear of what creatures might still reside in the shadows of your little town, you also don’t wish to be caught by rumour, staying overnight with the now unbonded man, so you gather yourself to go. Hastily giving your goodbyes and promises to return, you dash out the shop door and hurry back down the streets toward your home. The shadows of the setting sun seem more imposing tonight, and the streets are already quiet despite the long lingering orange light. It leaves you unnerved, and the tension refuses to sink from your limbs until the front door is securely locked behind you. 

The house is too quiet now, and you find yourself wishing for the sisters’ company as you go about what has been your nightly routine since your parents and Shouta left for the capital. You make a sparse dinner for yourself, having neglected to go to the market this morning, clean up, and draw yourself a bath, spending the extra effort to heat the water. While the fire crackles you carefully unwrap the bandage from your neck, unable to look at the bruising of your throat, the redness of your wound. You’re quick to apply the salve the sisters left you, and cover it with a fresh wrap, tears threading your lashline at the persistent pain.

It’s an effort to distract yourself. You know it, as you spend extra time making sure you’re entirely clean, scrubbing as much grime from under your nails as you can until the water grows lukewarm, and eventually cold as you sit, pondering. Shin had kept a careful hold of his grief today, but such a deep emotion can never be completely buried. Your heart aches for the man, despite how little you knew him and his children. You wish there was something you could say that would soothe his heart, if even a little.

You wish your mother were here. She might know what to say to a grieving husband. You have such little experience with such a thing, but your mother knows more of the world than you, has lived much longer. Surely she’s comforted at least one grieving person. 

Sighing, you step from the basin, and begin to dry and dress yourself for bed. There’s nothing left to look forward to tonight, no warm wishes for your dreams from your mother, no kiss on the cheek from father—something you’d complained about every day since you became of age, but now you miss both terribly. As you settle in your bed for the night, tucking your covers more tightly around you, you’re grateful for the fatigue that now rests over your body more securely than any blanket. It numbs the ache of your healing wounds and carries you to sleep faster than any fairy.

a/n: next chapter we get to meet one of the support leads, i wonder who it will be? :3

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[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

TATTOOS

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie and Reader go upstairs after he offered to show her his other tattoo, just that said tattoo is in a prived area.

Warnings: a bit of mild nudity and just a lot of flirting and some sexual tension lol

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Chapter 2

Eddie walked to your room, he knew your house like it was his own.

He dropped sitting in your armchair, hands resting on the soft manchettes, legs spread open.

You sat on the edge of the bed, facing Eddie and fiddling with the silver rings on your fingers.

He spoke first.

"Y/N, I don't want to make this awkward for the both of us. My other tattoo is a bit... well, in a place near my..." and he gestured vaguely near his crotch.

You swore the temperature rises ten grades more, you knew very well that your friend would not make anything to upset you, but he liked to flirt too.

He liked to flirt A LOT.

"Yeah, I already guessed that" you laughed to ease the tension.

"Do you?" he smiled, interested.

"We're in my room even if we're at home alone" you explained.

He stood up abruptly, making a bow to you "Excellent deduction, my pretty friend".

Pretty, here's the flirter.

You already saw Eddie with fewer clothes on, but it was many years ago when the both of you two were still children and you went to the school's pool.

You still remember his compliments on your swimsuits, always cute and colorful, he always said that they matched your personality very well.

"So is it ok?" he asked more seriously.

You nod and held your breath when you looked at his long fingers undoing the buckle of his belt, the metal of the handcuffs clinging with his rings.

He sat down again on your armchair to lower his pants, to not trip on them, he kicked away his shoes, remaining in his black boxers.

You were thinking about anything for not concentrating on the waistband of his cotton underwear, the sparse hair trailing down below it and the small part of a tattoo peeking out.

Kittens, your father's car, your grades, and math tests, the ugly history teacher...

"Earth call Y/N " you heard distantly before snapping back to reality.

Eddie was standing there, with a warm smile and waving his hand.

"Sorry, I got distracted," you said.

He placed both hands on his heart faking feeling pain.

"And I was thinking I'm way too sexy to think about something else, dammit" he joked.

You laughed and gestured for him to come closer.

His jaw almost dropped to the floor when you grabbed the hem of your tank top and yanked it out, doing the same to your shorts.

"For equity" you said smirking.

"I'm not complaining, sweetheart" he dropped beside you on the bed, leaning on his elbows.

"Left hip, a bit lower actually" he instructed you.

Your trembling hands reached for the left front side of his briefs and pulled slowly down, revealing a tattoo of a small dragon with a long body and open wings, very near his groin.

"Is this...no way! You got Smaug from The Hobbit?" you shouted.

He chucked sitting up "You recognized it!"

"You perfectly know I love that book, you big nerd" you admonished him, letting go of the waistband in your fingers, making it snap audibly against Eddie's skin.

"And you know perfectly that no one ever saw it before, do you?" he asked, mere inches from you.

"But you said-" you commenced.

"That only pretty girls get to see it, yeah. But I haven't said that someone has seen it before, didn't I? The only pretty girl I know is you" he brushed a loose lock of your Y/H/C behind your ear.

The world was spinning, like very fast.

"Eddie..." you tentatively caressed his right cheek, stroking it lovingly with your thumb.

He was about to lean towards you and close the small gap that separated your mouths when the sound of your parents' car on the garden's gravel reached you both.

"SHIT, THIS IS GOING TO LOOK BAD" Eddie said stumbling down the bed and dressing himself while you tried to do the same.

By the time your parents entered the house, you and he were sitting at the kitchen table, with some books and notebooks, pretending to study.

"Hello, Mr. and Ms. Y/L/N" Eddie greeted politely.

"Hello, dear" your mother responded, "is Y/N helping you with some holiday homework?"

"Yeah, Eddie's very bad at physics" you smiled at your mum.

Satisfied, your mother began to stack away some supplies until your father sneaked near her.

"Is Eddie wearing one of my old shirts?" he asked her, amused.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure he is" she answered with a knowing smile.

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[crow-stars]

❝CLOSE MY EYES, SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS❞

❦summary; in the realm of dreams, anything can be real. goals, people, love, they all can come into fruition when you close your eyes.

♪the characters in this story; silver, gn!reader

✎word count; 1,041

❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic, silver dreams about reader, silver just wanting to be in a relationship with reader

☛the author's notes; firm believer of silver blushing from his neck

☪look at the catalogue?

Silver has always been someone who fell asleep at the worst times. He disliked this aspect of him, falling asleep at the most inappropriate or worst of times. How he wished for some type of cure for this, but nothing he or his father did worked to help him. Silver has done much to combat his sleepiness bouts, from drinking so much caffeine that he shook as he stood or trying to pinch himself awake when he felt himself falling into recesses of sleep. 

And now, of all times, he was determined to stay awake. 

You were walking around your room and gathering snacks as Silver was sitting on your bed, excitedly talking to him about the TV you had managed to convince your dorm leader to let you bring in. You had invited him to a movie night, saying that you wanted to spend some time with the Diasomnia student. Of course, Silver accepted, after getting approval from Father and Malleus to spend the night. 

How could he not accept your offer? He adored you, cared for you, even going as far to say that he loved you. 

You grabbed the remote, placing the food in your hands next to Silver, plopping down next to him and pulling up a blanket. You wrapped it around the both of you, making sure there was an even amount of blanket shared between you two. 

“Are you excited Silver? This is going to be an awesome movie night!”

He smiles, nodding as you turn on the TV and begin to go through the movies apparently saved on there. 

“Is there anything specific you wanna watch?” You turn to Silver, pausing in your search. You smile at him and it makes Silver’s heart jump with affection. He only shakes his head, trying to ignore the heat that curled on his skin, tinting the back of his neck a gentle pink. 

“No, nothing specific. I’ll be fine with anything.” 

You laugh, your laugh so full of joy, and turn back to the screen, finally deciding on a random movie and being quick to get comfortable as the movie started playing. You leaned against the mountain of pillows you made as a backrest, eyes focused on the movie. Silver did his best to focus, back straight and only lightly gripping the warm blanket. 

The warmth of the blanket, the pillows behind him looking so soft, and you looking so serene. Oh Seven, Silver didn’t want to fall asleep, wanting to stay awake, stay awake and enjoy this moment with you. But he could already feel his eyelids getting heavy, the light warmth of the blanket seeming to spread through his whole body and consume him, trying to pull him into the lull of sleep. His eyes drooped, body swaying a bit. And then, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, tugging him back into the pillows. 

Silver grumbled lightly at this, but he didn’t resist, quickly falling under the spell of sleep. 

When his eyes open again, he finds himself in a sunlit field, a stark contrast to the inside of your room from before. Silver sits up, looking around his surroundings. And he sees you in the distance, peacefully plucking flowers from the green earth. You raise your head, bright eyes spotting Silver and grinning wide. Your hand motions for him to come over and he’s compelled to do so, slowly walking to your direction. 

“Hey Silver! Look at all these flowers I got!” You proudly show off the flowers in your arms, sitting down in the grass and motioning for Silver to sit beside you. He smiles and obeys, watching as you lay the flora onto the ground and begin to spread them out. 

You lift up multiple flowers to show to Silver, leaning against his side as you speak. Silver listens, taking some of the flowers from your little pile and putting some in your hair. You laugh gleefully at this, doing the same to him with a loving smile. 

Your fingertips brush against the tips of Silver’s hair, smiling at him with so much love that he feels like he could burst at the seams. “Your hair is so full of flowers!” You laugh again, cupping Silver’s cheeks and pulling him closer. Your lips press against the tip of his nose and Silver blushes fully, cheeks darkening red and neck tinting that pink once more. He turns his head away to preserve some form of dignity.

“I love you Silver.”

This gives Silver pause and he lets out a heavy sigh. Your words, these words, they let him know this is a dream. Pulling away from the touch, Silver lays on your lap and closes his eyes, breathing out slowly. 

Your hands slowly card through his hair, gentle in touch as you hummed a soft melody Silver had no knowledge of. It makes his eyes slip closed, enjoying this feeling, these feelings of love and affection. 

When Silver opens his eyes again, the room is dark with the only light coming from the dimmed down television and he hears that same humming, that same voice that is yours. Hands run through his hair, gentle in touch as they hum. He turns his head up, seeing you staring down at him. And you’re smiling at him, a smile almost similar to the one that you gave Silver in his dream. 

“Had a nice nap prince charming?” You chuckle softly, pulling your hands away. 

Silver rubs his eyes with the palm of his hand. He yawns a bit and you patiently wait for him to finish. “Mm. I had a nice dream.” 

You nod, running your hand through Silver's hair once more. He leans into the touch, the two of you settling into this for a few minutes. Your hand soon wanders to Silver’s cheek and it stays there. Silver leans into your touch, eyes slipping closed. But he doesn’t fall asleep, a gloved hand coming up to hold the hand on his cheek. And after that, all is silent. You huff out a laugh, thumb rubbing against the skin of Silver’s cheek. 

In that moment, Silver lets himself fall into that dreamy-like trance and for once, real life becomes like a dream.

[our-destiny]

☁ Destiny's Masterlist ☁

This only includes posts that I have written not posts that I've reblogged. Will be updated regularly.

Includes Obey Me!, Twisted Wonderland, Marvel and links to the poems I've written because it's my masterlist and I worked hard on them.

☁ <- means it's one of my most popular posts

Obey me!

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Multiple Characters

Languages they know Includes: All except 13

☁ Side character pact headcanons Includes: Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, feat. Solomon

Rambling about Dark! Brothers Includes: mostly Satan and a little bit of Mammon

Lucifer

Lucifer as a father figure headcanons

Mammon

Having a queer platonic relationship with him headcanons

Satan

Being friends with Satan + being aromantic headcanons

Asmodeus

Being friends with Asmo headcanons

Solomon

Soft Solomon scenarios

Having a bubble bath together

Rambling about Solomon and you being soulmates

Soft Solomon headcanon

Dancing with Sol

☁ Soft Solomon things

☁ Another soft Solomon headcanon

☁ Soft Solomon imagine

Raphael

Safe - Raphael comforting you after a nightmare

With an mc that talks a lot

Imagine making Raph laugh in class

Michael the Archangel

Rambling about Michael + the celestial realm

☁ Dark! Caregiver! Michael forcing reader to age regress

Dancing with Michael

☁ Becoming friends with Mike while in the Devildom

Twisted Wonderland

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Multiple characters

characters love languages including: Cater, Deuce, Ace, Leona, Ruggie, Azul, Floyd, Kalim

Lgbtqia+ headcanons Includes: Riddle, Ace, Cater, Leona, Rook, Epel, Jamil

Neurodivergent headcanons Includes: Riddle, Cater, Deuce, Ruggie, Azul, Floyd, Jade, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Epel

Marvel

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Bucky Barnes

30 Days Writing Challenge masterlist

☁ Yandere Bucky

Bucky as a father/father figure headcanons

☁ Dark! Masochist! Bucky

☁ Happy Birthday - Yandere! Bucky birthday oneshot

Yandere Winter Soldier x Hydra Reader

Yandere Bucky sees Darling's self harm scars

Thor Odinson

Yandere best friend Thor headcanons

Poetry

A poem about aromanticism

A poem about healing from mental illness

A poem about the meaning of life

A poem about misogyny