#And knowing I have to wait an eternity for at LEAST 1 more person to dungeon with makes me want to cry too

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DPxDC When You Are Suddenly Dating a Princess (pt. 2)

[<- part 1]

"What do you mean-" Jason starts, but the girl is already tapping her ear briefly - and only now does he notice a tiny comm there. Fuck, he should have known.

"Oscar? I changed my mind, I want to claim something," Jazz says easily, and, after a short pause, "A Tecpatl, the one with the owl. No, it's for personal reasons- You don't have to, but alright." She taps her ear again, and Jason can't help but ask:

"Who's Oscar?" He is not jealous. He is just insanely curious and very confused.

"My bodyguard," Jazz rolls her eyes, "At least he thinks he is. I'd say he is more of a secretary."

That doesn't really explain anything. It actually just adds even more questions - what kind of a magic user needs a bodyguard? or a secretary, for that matter? - but Jason keeps them to himself for now. He is... kind of intrigued now. Jazz said 'claim', not 'buy'. Which might be just a weird word choice, but somehow, Jason thinks it was deliberate.

A bald, black-skinned guy in a black suit and sunglasses - which, seriously, how does he even see a thing in here with those on - makes his way through the crowd and stops in front of Jazz, nodding slightly to her.

"Lady Phantom, I understand you want to make an impression, but using your status for personal matters-"

"Did I ask for your opinion, Oscar?" Jazz's voice doesn't change. It's still pleasant and sweet, and she is still smiling, if just a bit, but there's an unmistakable steel edge to her tone now. Jason feels a light shiver run down his spine. He's seen Jazz in a lot of different situations and circumstances; he's seen her get mad at a librarian who banned some controversial books in the public library, and he's seen her skillfully take down an armed robbery in a shop all by herself, and he's even seen her successfully stare down Killer Croc on one occasion.

Yet, he's never seen her like this, with her chin raised up high and radiating authority like she is the most powerful person in the room.

Also, Lady Phantom?..

"No," Oscar admits after a pause and presses his lips together, "But the Council of Ancients will not be pleased."

"Council of Ancients couldn't care less even if I declared war," Jazz brushes the comment off, and Jason's levels of confusion are growing higher and higher with every word they exchange. Oscar sighs and finally complies:

"Very well, then," he breathes out with a sense of surrender, and then turns his head to Jason just slightly, "Is this an urgent matter, or should I go talk to the auctioneer and the sellers?"

Jazz looks to Jason, raising her eyebrows in question. And, technically, it's not that much of a time crunch now since Jason doesn't have to try and sneak through the security or wait for the auction to start officially. But he feels a bit petty. Also, this man was questioning his girlfriend, which is offensive on many levels in Jason's opinion.

So, he nods, "Urgent."

Oscar's face doesn't change one bit, but Jason has plenty of experience with emotionally inept men who look like they are eternally constipated. He can see the traces of exasperation in Oscar's shoulders.

"Follow me, then," he tells them both, and turns around, headed to the back of the auction rooms. There's security there, but Oscar only shows them some kind of a badge, and they step aside, letting the three of them through. As far as Jason knows, no FBI or CIA agents should have that kind of clearance.

Which finally prompts him to ask the most important question as soon as the doors behind them close and it's only them three going through an empty hallway.

"Who are you?" He asks Jazz, who is still keeping her hand on his elbow. The girl hums, not looking at him, and keeps walking after Oscar.

"Jasmine Fenton," she answers, and, yes, he knows that much. He's seen the files Bruce has on her, but at this point, he is not even sure how much of the info in there was actually true.

"You are in the presence of Jasmine Fenton, Lady of the House Phantom, Princess of Infinite Realms and sister to a King," Oscar supplies, and his voice is... a bit petty. Like he knows Jazz didn't want him to say anything, but he still did just because he could.

Jazz huffs and rolls her eyes, "Yes, that, too."

Jason blinks.

He's heard about Infinite Realms. Mostly rumors through the grapevine of Leaguers, but also from Diana personally - he remembers her saying she is glad about having a truce with them. He didn't listen much since she explained it as the Underworld, the Land of the Dead, so he thought she was talking about some mythology shit. Turns out it wasn't.

But there's a more important thing.

"I'm dating a princess," he says to no one in particular as they come to a stop in front of one of the doors.

"Technically, you'll be treated as my consort if you ever decide to visit," Jazz admits, and Jason is officially out of surprised responses. There's only a limited amount of bafflement he can feel in a day, and he has exhausted the resources.

He is a royal consort of the Underworld princess. Sure, why not.

The room they step into after Oscar puts in some code into the lock is filled with boxes, packages, and crates. Jason looks around - sure, he knew all the prettily displayed artifacts back in the auction room were only replicas, but he didn't expect the originals to be literally just stacked in piles in the back room. Yet, here they are.

Oscar looks around the room and confidently makes his way to one of the shelves on the side, quickly going through the labels on the containers.

"Do you have, like, a crown?" Jason asks because he sucks at small talk. Also because he doesn't know what else he is supposed to ask in this kind of situation. Jazz snorts and leans to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Not really. Danny has one, and it looks absolutely badass, with flames on top of it, like the ones you would see in cartoons. I have some tiaras and stuff, but they are just jewelry," she explains, and Jason nods sagely. Just jewelry, alright. Seems like he is simply destined to be surrounded by rich people from all sides.

"How about a castle?"

This gets a sigh out of Jazz, "We used Pariah's - that's the previous King - old one for the coronation ceremony, but mostly, it's just for storage. Both Danny and I live on Earth, and Dani, our little sister, travels a lot. So, I do, and I don't at the same time."

"What about-" Jason starts, but he is cut off by Oscar all but shoving a small box in his hands, "Oh. Do I-" he turns to his girlfriend awkwardly, "Do I have to pay you for it or..."

"No, it's from a dead civilization," she raises her head back and shakes it slightly, but after seeing Jason's frown, she elaborates, "I'm the Princess of the Dead. I can officially claim anything that belongs to the dead as mine."

"It's a law that is supposed to resolve any possible conflicts between the denizens of Infinite Realms and the living," Oscar supplies, his voice disapproving. Alright, makes sense why he said it was not for personal matters, then. Not that it's going to stop Jason, though.

"Like, anything?" He punctuates, and Jazz tilts her head, a sly smile on her lips.

"Sure."

"Lady Phantom," Oscar sighs, tired and chastising, but Jason doesn't plan on robbing the auction. At least not robbing it any more than they already did.

He has a different idea.

"Can you ask Batman for the Robin's suit he has in his cave?"

Jazz blinks, and then her smile turns into a full-on grin.

"Of course."

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@akuworld777

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Cruel Fates (Part 4- Final)

Pairing: Azriel x f!Reader, little Eris x f!Reader

Summary: Azriel is your mate but only you know it. You are very aware that he has eyes for someone else and thus you decide not to hide it forever. After all, what could go wrong right?

Warnings: Angst (Not the usual kind), heartbreak, bad decision-making by the reader (personally, at least.)

5.3K words

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You’re not nervous, not even the tiniest. It was not like there was any room to be so because today was the Midnight Solistice ball. It has been a fortnight since you wrote that letter to Eris, he had sent one back confirming his attendance. When you told the rest of the inner court of your decision things had gone… well it went as you expected. Rhys supported your decision while Feyre was disappointed. Amren gave you a look that seemed to say ‘Is that so?’ to which you just gave a firm nod. Cassian had been less vocal, but the silent disapproval in his stance spoke volumes and when you looked for Mor, she merely raised an eyebrow, an unreadable expression on his face. As for Azriel, he was sent out on a mission a few days back so thankfully you escaped from the awkwardness that seemed to linger wherever your path crossed.

But today, none of that mattered. Tonight, the ball was about more than just diplomacy or expectations; it was a chance to make your mark, to reclaim a piece of yourself that had been lost in the shuffle of responsibilities and politics. The Midnight Solstice ball, with its glimmering chandeliers and whispering silk curtains, was the perfect backdrop for what you hoped would be a turning point.

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror. The gown, a deep, rich blood red with intricate gold embroidery that mimicked the flickering embers of a fire, hugged your figure perfectly. A gold and ruby tiara sat atop your head, the gemstones catching the light and casting a warm glow over your skin. Your hair, elegantly pinned back, let the tiara shine like a crown of flames. You were a vision of grace and strength, the embodiment of confidence you needed to exude tonight.

Just as you reached the ballroom in Hewn City, the clock struck the hour of midnight, the anticipation crackled in the air. The first notes of the orchestra began to play, a soft and enchanting melody that set the mood for the evening. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself for what was to come. Eris would be arriving soon, and with him, a new chapter of intrigue and possibility.

You joined the rest of the court at the dias standing beside Cassian. As much as you hated it your eyes searched for Azriel as soon as you set foot in here but he was nowhere to be found.

Rhys must have noticed you searching because his voice softly whispered in your her, “He'll arrive a little late.”

Stars, you hated waiting. It had been only a few minutes before the giant doors opened to reveal the Autumn Prince prowling towards you like a predator but it felt like an eternity had passed.

In the periphery of your eyes, you noticed the movement of smokey Shadows to know Azriel was behind you.

Eris approached with that ever-present smirk, his amber eyes gleaming with mischief as he bowed slightly, offering his hand. “I must admit, you wear the autumn colours well, Y/N, you look glorious. Careful—if you keep looking this tempting, I might forget we're here to talk business.”

He straightened, his gaze flickering over the ruby tiara, lingering as though assessing not just her appearance, but her entire being. “Though I’m beginning to think this alliance will be far more enjoyable than I first anticipated.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, “Hello to you too, Prince.”

The smile Eris gave you in reply could only be described as… sweet. Odd, but lovely. He began to greet the rest of the court but that was more tense than a tightrope. No surprise there.

The music played softly in the background, and your eyes drifted to the ballroom, watching the swirl of colours and movement before you. The anticipation had been building all evening, and though you had expected it, the flutter of nerves in your chest hadn’t entirely subsided.

Then, your vision shifted back to Eris. His amber eyes gleamed as his focus locked on you, but something about his expression was softer than you had anticipated. He extended his hands towards you, his gaze unwavering.

“Dance with me,” Eris said, his voice quieter than usual. There was no teasing, no smirk—just a simple request.

For a brief moment, you hesitated. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to—there was a pull between you, undeniable and magnetic—but because stepping onto that dance floor felt like crossing a threshold you weren’t sure you were ready for. You were here for diplomacy, for alliances, and yet, the weight of what this dance might mean had your heart beating faster than you liked to admit. You also took note of the heavy silence around you, the inner court was observing every single interaction, and you would indeed give anything to get away from this awkwardness too.

So despite the million reasons not to, you took his hand anyway. His fingers were warm against your skin, steady and sure, and as he led you onto the floor, you reminded yourself to breathe. The room around you seemed to quiet, the conversations and glances fading into the background, though you were keenly aware of the eyes that followed your every move.

The music shifted to something slower, more intimate. Eris’s hand settled at your waist, his other holding yours gently, and though his grip was firm, there was a subtle hesitation in how he held you, as though giving you the chance to step back if you wanted. But you didn’t.

“I wasn’t sure you’d even consider agreeing to this,” Eris said, his voice just above a whisper as he guided you into the first steps of the dance.

You glanced up at him, your eyes meeting his, searching for any sign of the usual arrogance. But there was none. Instead, there was something almost uncertain, like he, too, was navigating unfamiliar ground. The urge to use your powers to make sure you were right about your assumptions was tempting but tonight you refused to use them. Whatever relationship you are about to form with Eris heavily depends on trust and your powers would only be an invasion of that.

“Neither was I,” you admitted, your tone softer than you intended. Your steps were fluid, your bodies moving in sync, but you couldn’t shake the quiet wariness that lingered at the edges of your mind. This felt too personal, too close for something that was supposed to be about strategy. A part of you inside, you realised, did not mind it. There is no harm in genuinely enjoying each other’s company, right? “But we’re here.”

He gave a slight nod, his gaze not leaving yours. “We are.”

For a few moments, the only sound was the music and the soft rustle of your movements. The way Eris moved with you, not leading too aggressively but not holding back either, felt like a delicate balance—one that required trust. And that trust was what made you hesitate, even as you followed his lead.

“You’re different than I expected,” you said quietly, your voice barely carrying over the music.

Eris raised an eyebrow, amusement filled his gaze, but the small smile on his lips didn’t hold its usual edge. “Different, how?”

You bit your lip, searching for the right words. “Less… calculated,” you said after a moment. “More… real.”

He chuckled softly, though it wasn’t mocking. “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

“I’m not sure yet,” you replied, the hint of a smile tugging at your lips despite the uncertainty in your heart. “But it’s unexpected.”

Eris’s expression shifted, something thoughtful passing over his features. “I suppose I’m full of surprises, then.”

The dance carried on, each step a little more sure than the last, the tension between you slowly dissolving into something else—something neither of you had anticipated. But even as the chemistry between you became palpable, there was still a part of you that remained guarded, your thoughts caught between what you were feeling and what this meant for everything else.

“You’re still hesitating,” Eris said after a beat, his voice low, though there was no judgment in his tone. “I can feel it.”

Your breath caught for a second, surprised by how easily he read you. But then, this was Eris—sharp, perceptive, always watching. “I’m not sure what to make of this,” you admitted softly. “Of us.”

His grip on your waist tightened slightly, just enough to ground you. “Neither am I,” he said quietly. “But maybe that’s part of it.”

The honesty in his voice startled you, and for a moment, you faltered in your steps. He caught you without hesitation, his hand steadying you as he pulled you back into the rhythm of the dance. His scent filled you as you got close to him again, crackling fire, smoky with a surprising touch of sweetness and a cosy blend of spices. It was intoxicating. His eyes searched yours, as though he was trying to figure out what you were thinking, trying to piece together the puzzle that was you.

“You don’t need to give me an answer tonight, you know?” Eris said softly, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand in a barely-there gesture. “Sometimes it’s okay not to know.”

The simplicity of his words made something in your chest loosen, even if just a little. You weren’t sure how much you trusted him yet, or what this dance would mean for the future, but in this moment, the weight of your decisions seemed to lighten.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you murmured, your voice quieter than before.

The music slowed, signalling the end of the dance, and as you pulled away, you noticed the lingering warmth of his hand in yours. You didn’t say anything else, and neither did he. There was no need for more words, not yet. But in the stillness that followed, with Eris watching you, not as a prince or a suitor, but as someone trying to understand you, you realized something important:

You weren’t entirely sure what was happening between you, but whatever it was, it wasn’t a game. Not anymore.

Azriel’s POV

Azriel watched from the shadows, his chest tightening with each passing second as you and Eris glided across the dance floor. The elegant way your bodies moved together was undeniable, but it was the way you smiled, that soft, hesitant smile, that made something in him twist uncomfortably. He couldn’t explain the feeling gnawing at him, but he knew one thing: this wasn’t just about diplomacy.

It was more than that.

He had been watching you for weeks now, ever since you’d first spoken to him at a meeting that seemed so insignificant at the time. But now, in this dimly lit ballroom, he could recall every detail of those moments, ever since you both first met, like a collection of memories he hadn’t even realized he’d stored away. Once he was aware of its existence he couldn’t stop noticing every little thing about you.

It started small. At first, he noticed how you carried yourself—calm and composed, yet always with a hint of mischief in your eyes. He remembered how you’d touch your lips absentmindedly when you were lost in thought or how you’d tuck a stray hair behind your ear without thinking twice about it. He’d caught himself staring more than once, admiring the little things about you—the delicate way you handled a blade, the way you always seemed to know when someone needed a kind word or a sharp one. And, by the mother, the times you wielded your powers had to be his favourite, the most lethal poisons indeed did come in the prettiest forms.

But then there were other moments—deeper, quieter ones. Like when you stood beside him, your shoulder brushing his for the briefest second, and he’d felt something stir within him, something he couldn’t name. Or the way you’d throw him a fleeting glance during those Inner Court meetings, where your eyes would catch his for just a second longer than necessary, and he’d be left wondering what lay beneath that look.

He never thought much of it at the time. It was all so subtle, so easy to ignore until it wasn’t.

He remembered one particular evening, only a week ago, when you had laughed at something Feyre had said during dinner. That laugh—it was rare to hear you laugh like that, full and genuine—and it had struck him in a way that made his chest feel uncomfortably tight. He’d found himself watching you for the rest of the evening, his attention constantly drifting toward you, but he brushed it off as nothing more than curiosity.

But now, watching you dance with Eris, all those subtle moments came crashing down on him. The way he’d been noticing the smallest things about you, how he’d been admiring them without truly registering why. How his thoughts would drift to you even when you weren’t in the room, and how lately, he found himself lingering near you whenever he could as if drawn by something he couldn’t quite grasp.

It wasn’t until now—until he saw you in someone else’s arms—that the realization hit him with the force of a tidal wave.

He was falling for you. Maybe he had been for a while. He didn’t even know when it started, but it had crept up on him, subtle and silent like his shadows.

And now, seeing you with Eris, something primal inside him screamed at the thought of losing you, of letting someone else see those small, beautiful things about you that he had come to cherish in secret.

Azriel’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, the tension rolling through his body like a storm. He couldn’t let this happen. Not without speaking to you. Not without making you rethink whatever it was you were about to do.

Y/N’s POV

As the music quieted, Eris kept your hand in his, guiding you away from the centre of the ballroom. There was a quiet elegance to your movements, a shared understanding that you both needed space from the watching eyes, if only for a moment. Together, you wandered aimlessly, threading your way through clusters of guests without a destination in mind. It wasn’t uncomfortable—more like the kind of aimlessness that made sense, where words weren’t always necessary.

Eris tilted his head toward you, a playful gleam lighting his amber eyes. “I have to admit,” he began, his voice low but teasing, “this might be the first ball where I’m not the sole subject of the whispers.”

You glanced up at him with a smirk, your lips curving just enough to show your amusement. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t live for the scandal. You practically swim in it.”

He chuckled softly. “I’d never deny it. But tonight’s gossip is far juicier than I’d anticipated.”

That flicker of curiosity sparked to life inside you. “Go on, then. Don’t hold out on me.”

Eris leaned in just a bit closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “Word around the ballroom is that Lady Soralyn’s sudden disappearance from her estate last week wasn’t for the usual reasons.”

You raised a brow, intrigued. “Usual reasons? You mean like her terrible taste in lovers?”

His grin was wicked. “Oh, it’s much worse this time. She’s apparently been caught in a rather… delicate situation with Tarquin’s advisors, yes, advisors, in plural”

Your eyes widened as you barely held back a laugh. “No. She wouldn’t.”

“Oh, she would,” he replied, his gaze gleaming with mischief. “But that’s not even the best part. The advisors? Married. Their wives showed up mid-rendezvous.”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed softly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. “How do you always manage to be privy to the worst scandals?”

Eris shrugged, that self-satisfied smirk dancing on his lips. “What can I say? People like to talk when they think no one’s listening. I simply… listen better than most.”

“Or people just assume you’re too arrogant to care,” you teased back, your tone light.

“Ah, but that’s the trick. Let them think what they want.” He paused, his grin taking on a wicked edge. “Besides, it’s always the ones who look disinterested who end up knowing everything.”

You shook your head, still chuckling at the absurdity of it all. “You must have enough blackmail material on half of Prythian by now.”

“More than half, if we’re being honest,” he replied smoothly, his playful tone fading into something more thoughtful. 

For a while, you walked in comfortable silence, the sounds of the ballroom fading into the background. It was nice, the quiet between you, thick with shared understanding but without the need to fill the space with words. 

“I have to admit, Y/N,” he began, breaking the silence, glancing at her with that ever-present smirk, “there are some rather interesting rumours swirling around about you.”

You tilted your head, intrigued but wary. “Oh? I’m sure they’re all incredibly dignified and respectful.”

Eris let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, very. One of the rumours is that you’re the one to fear more than anyone in your court. They speak of how you can practically stop a person’s heart with a look, maybe even… slow their pulse to a crawl.”

You scoffed lightly, but there was a trace of amusement in your voice. “I can’t help it if people are easily intimidated.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Easily? Y/N, I’ve seen battle-hardened generals flinch when you enter a room.”

“Well,” you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, though the flicker of a smile betrayed you, “alright, I have nothing to say to that.”

“Exactly.” Eris teased, but then his expression softened into something more genuine. “Though, truth be told, it’s what made me curious about you in the first place.”

You glanced up at him, taken aback. “Curious?”

Eris nodded, his amber eyes lingering on hers. “While others were whispering in fear, I wondered if there wasn’t more to the story. Something they were too blind or too intimidated to see.” His voice lowered, holding a trace of warmth that caught her off guard. “Turns out, I was right.”

You simply blinked, momentarily lost for words, the vulnerability in his tone throwing her slightly off balance. But Eris, never one to let a moment linger too long, cleared his throat and switched to a lighter tone.

Of course, there’s one piece of gossip about you that’s been making the rounds lately—something very scandalous.”

You shot him a wary look, already preparing for whatever teasing remark he was about to throw her way. “Oh? And here I thought I’d been behaving.”

Eris chuckled, low and dangerous. “Apparently, at a certain high-society dinner a few months back, there was a rather loud—and, shall we say, descriptive—comment made about you.”

A frown formed on your face, curiosity piqued despite the sinking feeling in your stomach. “Descriptive? Of what, exactly?”

Eris leaned in, his voice dropping into a mock whisper as he delivered the punchline. “Some lord from the Dawn Court—inebriated beyond saving, of course—remarked that he had it on good authority that you could literally make a man drop dead between the sheets. And not literally, if you catch my drift.”

Your mouth dropped open, blood rushing to your face, flushing with embarrassment. “You’re joking.”

“Dead serious.” Eris grinned wickedly, savouring the look of horror that spread across your face. “He claimed you had some very specific talents when it came to manipulating…certain bodily functions.”

You groaned, running a hand over your face as if to hide from the mortifying thought. “Stars, please tell me you’re making this up.”

“Wish I was.” Eris smirked, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “The entire room fell silent. A few looked horrified, but others were—let’s say—intrigued. I distinctly remember someone asking if there were any volunteers for you to demonstrate your ‘gifts’ after dinner.”

You swatted his arm in exasperation, mortified. “You’re disgusting, Eris.”

He laughed, completely unbothered. “I’m disgusting? You should’ve seen the way half the room was staring at you afterwards. They were probably wondering if they’d survive the night in your bed or if they’d drop dead with a smile on their face.”

Y/N shot him a glare, though she couldn’t stop the embarrassed laugh that slipped out. “I can’t believe people talk about me like that. How vulgar. Though that is a nice idea, never tried that before.”

Eris’s eyes darkened at that comment, not giving him a chance to reply to that you sighed, shaking your head in disbelief. “Well, I’m thrilled to know I’m the subject of such flattering gossip.”

Eris caught on and just smirked, a spark of admiration shining beneath his teasing gaze. “You might hate it, but it’s true. They don’t know what to make of you, Y/N. They’re either terrified of you or—”

“—or want to sleep with me, apparently,” she cut in, her tone dry.

Eris chuckled again, but this time there was a note of sincerity in his voice. “Some of us fall into neither category, you know? Not that I’ll object to the latter but only if you are up to it .”

Your teasing expression softened slightly as you glanced up at him, sensing something deeper beneath the banter. But before you could respond, a familiar shadowy presence loomed behind.

Azriel.

He stepped forward, his gaze sharp and focused, cutting through the playful atmosphere like a knife. “Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice steady but tense. “We need to talk.”

His expression was calm, but his hazel eyes were burning with something else—something you hadn’t seen before. The sight of him so close, after days of him being absent, sent your heart into overdrive.

You glanced at Eris, who raised an eyebrow but stepped back graciously. “I’ll wait for you by the balcony,” he said smoothly, leaving you and Azriel alone in the crowd.

Azriel wasted no time, pulling you aside to a quieter corner of the room. His grip on your arm was firm, his shadows swirling anxiously around his feet.

“Azriel, what—?”

“Why are you doing this?” His voice was low, almost a growl. “Why are you letting him... How are you so sure that you don’t have a mate? Did he die? Is that it?”

The shock hit you like a physical blow. You had never seen Azriel this... shaken. The calm, collected Spymaster seemed to be unravelling before you. “Azriel, what are you talking about?”

His eyes flicked over your face, searching for something—an answer, a sign, anything. “Y/N, I know what I’m saying sounds ridiculous. But you can’t go through with this. I can’t let you marry him.”

You blinked, taken aback. “Yes, I do have a mate and he is very much alive, Azriel.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Azriel’s expression shifted, confusion and something darker clouding his features. “Then why are you doing this? Why are you... with Eris?”

You couldn’t help but raise your voice, “Because mating bonds are complicated! Trust me, my mate isn’t interested. The cauldron makes mistakes.” 

“Y/n, rejecting a mating bond is so painful, it’s worse than death.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone.

You felt a flicker of something like hope stir inside you, but it was quickly drowned out by the weight of reality. “Why does it matter to you, Azriel?” you asked softly. “Why are you so bothered by this?”

His response was immediate, but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “Eris isn’t good enough for you.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. Of course. Of course, it would be about Eris, not about him realising he was your mate. You stepped back, the disappointment settling like a stone in your chest.

“I need to go,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Eris is waiting for me.”

You found Eris on the balcony, staring out into the night. He turned when you approached, his smirk softening into something more genuine.

“Well?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes searching yours.

“I’ve been thinking,” you began, leaning against the railing. “Prythian needs this. And maybe... maybe I do, too.”

Eris’s brow lifted, but the teasing was gone from his expression. “You’re really considering it, then?”

You nodded, exhaling softly. “We both know this alliance is necessary. And... who knows? Maybe we’ll be good for each other.”

Eris studied you for a long moment before stepping closer, his hand resting over yours on the railing. “I never thought I’d hear you say that. But... I’m glad.”

You exchanged a look, one filled with an understanding that ran deeper than words. It wasn’t love, but it was something. And maybe that was enough.

“I accept your proposal,” you said softly.

The ceremony was held later that evening, under the cover of moonlight at a temple just beyond the court. Everything was ready—the vows, the magic that would bind you and Eris together in an alliance sealed by more than just words.

But as the moment to seal the bond drew closer, you felt it. A  pull deep within your chest.

Azriel stormed into the temple, his wings outstretched, his shadows wild around him. His eyes locked onto you, fury and desperation swirling within them.

“You said your mate wasn’t interested,” he ground out, his voice like shattered glass. “Well, I am fucking interested.”

Time seemed to stop.

Azriel’s voice rose, a tremor in his tone. “I wish the bond had snapped earlier, before all this. But I’ll be damned if I watch you marry another male when I’m standing right here.”

The world seemed to tilt beneath your feet as Azriel’s words hung in the air. You stared at him, unable to breathe, unable to move. His wings, the embodiment of his fury, flared behind him as his gaze bore into you, wild and unrelenting. He was waiting for you to say something, to react, but your mind was spinning.

You heard Eris shift beside you, but your eyes were still locked on Azriel’s. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. After all this time, after all the signals you thought you had misread, he was standing here, confessing... what? That he was your mate? That he had known?

“I... I don’t understand,” you finally managed to choke out, your voice trembling.

Azriel took a step closer, his shadows curling anxiously around his feet. “The bond, Y/N. It snapped. Just now. I didn’t know... I didn’t realize... but I can’t let this happen. I can’t let you marry him.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, the weight of everything pressing down on you, making it hard to think. Your mate. Azriel was your mate. A part of you wanted to feel relief, to feel joy, but all you could feel was fear. Fear for Prythian, fear for the consequences this revelation would bring.

“You said your mate wasn’t interested,” Azriel repeated, his voice breaking slightly. “But I am. I’ve always been. And now that I know... I can’t lose you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. Instead, your eyes flickered to Eris. He stood there, expression unreadable, though his amber eyes held a strange mix of emotions. There was no anger, no fury—just a quiet understanding, and perhaps a trace of sadness.

“I have to do this,” you whispered, more to yourself than to Azriel.

“No,” Azriel said, his voice hot, desperate. “No, Y/N. Fuck Prythian, fuck this alliance. I don’t care if the entire world burns down—none of it matters if it means losing you.”

The force of his words knocked the air out of your lungs, and before you could stop yourself, you were surging forward, crashing into him. His arms were around you in an instant, pulling you close, and his lips met yours in a kiss that was all fire and fury and desperation. It was as if the world had indeed stopped, and at that moment, all that mattered was the feeling of his mouth on yours, the taste of him, the bond snapping into place so forcefully that it left you both breathless.

When you finally broke apart, you stared up at him, your heart racing. This... this was real. The bond was real.

But as the haze of the kiss faded, reality came crashing back in. You could feel the weight of the court’s eyes on you, feel Eris’s presence behind you. Slowly, you turned to face him.

Eris stood tall, his expression carefully neutral, but there was no mistaking the sadness in his gaze. He let out a soft breath, his lips quirking into a wry smile. “Well... I’ll be damned.”

You took a step toward him, guilt twisting in your chest. “Eris, I am so sorry—”

He held up a hand, cutting you off gently. “Don’t. You don’t need to apologize. I knew something was off, even if I didn’t want to admit it. I just... I had hoped, for once, that I could have something for myself.”

Your throat tightened as you watched him. He was still so composed, still so regal, but there was a depth of pain in his eyes that made your heartache.

“I saw a future with you,” Eris continued, his voice quiet. “A good one. Even now, I selfishly wish that Azriel would have realized his bond too late, but...” He shook his head, giving you a sad, lopsided smile. “But  I want you to be happy and clearly, you are.”

You took another step closer, your heart aching with the weight of what could have been. “I’m sorry, Eris. I never wanted this to happen... not like this.”

He nodded, the smile still lingering on his lips, though it was tinged with bitterness. “I know. But it’s not your fault. Mating bonds work in strange ways.” His eyes flicked to Azriel, who was watching the exchange with a guarded expression. “Leave it to the Illyrians to always steal my bride.”

The comment was meant to be lighthearted, but the pain laced in his tone was unmistakable. And then, with a final glance at you, Eris gave a small, respectful bow. “Maybe in another lifetime,” he murmured, before winnowing away, leaving you standing there with a strange emptiness in your chest.

The court had dispersed by the time you and Azriel returned to your apartment, the weight of the night settling over you both. The silence was thick between you, the bond still thrumming with energy, still raw and new.

Azriel was the first to break it, his voice soft but full of unspoken emotion. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You met his gaze, your heart aching. “Because I didn’t think... I didn’t think you’d want this. You’ve always been so close to Elain, and I didn’t want to come between that.”

A flicker of something dark passed over his features. “Elain and I... that was never real. It was just... a projection, a fantasy of something I thought I wanted. But you...” His voice softened, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “You are what’s real. And I was too blind to see it.”

Your breath hitched at the tenderness in his touch, the intensity in his eyes. “Azriel...”

“I love you,” he said, the words falling from his lips like a vow. “I love you, Y/N. I have for a long time, and I’m not going to waste another second.”

You surged forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that was softer this time, but no less powerful. The bond flared between you, stronger now, more certain, and as you melted into each other, you knew—this was where you were meant to be.

The rest of the night was spent in a blur of whispered confessions, stolen kisses, and the quiet realization that, despite everything, this was your future.

Azriel was your future.

And as the stars twinkled outside your window, you knew you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A little note from me, kind of an acknowledgement too:

First and foremost, I am so sorry for taking this long to finish this. Apparently thinking of the story alone isn't enough. I can't believe I actually finished it, despite it being short (I don't think these characters could handle any more angst).

Thank you for all the love I've gotten for this fic, especially because this is the first fic I've made public. It means so much to me!!

And finally, my thoughts on Y/n and how the story ended.

This is a fanfic I've been thinking of ever since I read the ACOTAR series and it has been years since then. So yeah, I am a bit disappointed to see the reader making shitty, impulsive decisions, I am sorry if it gave you the ick.

I fell for Eris even more if that was even possible while writing this part. He deserves everything and more. My poor baby, I am so sorry for what I did to you. I wish I could make it better, I actually thought of making Y/n use her powers to lessen Eris's pain or at least make it a bit more tolerable but I felt it would be wrong to him.

I really hoped I could write an ending where Eris would not be hurt but I don't think this story could end in any other way. A tragedy, really. Eris and Y/n would have been the bestest of friends before anything. I'd like to believe it could still happen, platonically at least.

Anyway, I'll leave this to you now, again, thank you so much for reading!!

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Rio trapping his wife again

Y’all already had 5 kids. All boys. You gave up a long time ago on having a little girl but Rio hadn’t. Your youngest was almost a year old and for some reason Rio thought that gave him the green light to have another.

“Christopher im gonna punch you if you don’t leave me alone.” You mumbled as he kissed on your neck. He had told you earlier that night. that he wanted to try for another baby. Your sons were spending the night with his grandma upon her request and that gave Rio the perfect opportunity.

“Gimme just one more.” He begged, sucking slightly on your sweet spot.

You tried to resist him, you really did. But a few more begs, traveling fingers, and a few more kisses, ended up with you fucking him. All night.

He was so good that by the end of the night, he had you begging for him to give you another baby.

That would end up being his routine. After you gave him the green light, He made sure to cum in at least once a day, to ensure he would get his daddy’s girl

A few months later, after getting sick every morning for over a week, and become nauseous to every smell, you went to the doctor. Even though you recognized the symptoms, surprise surprise! Your pregnant.

Of course Rio took care of you your entire pregnancy. Held your hair if you sick, massaged your feet, talked to the baby everyday. Only it wasn’t just him, it was all your sons too. They cared for you and their youngest sibling just like Rio did.

Rio felt this pregnancy was different. He just knew that you were having a baby girl. And boy was he right and wrong at the same time.

By the time you were 5 months you were as large as a house. You brought it up at your doctors appointment and weren’t you surprised.

“There’s baby number 1.” The doctor said showing you where the first baby sat. “And there’s baby number 2.” She moved the mouse over a little bit more. “And then there’s baby number 3!”

Both yours and Rios mouths dropped when she announced you were having triplets. The doctor asked did you want to know the genders and you and Rio both said yes.

“It seems that your having 3 identical girls!” Congratulations mom and dad!” The doctor cheered before giving you some privacy.

Rio stood and gave you the biggest hug and kiss in the world, with his eyes filled with tears. “You heard that beautiful? Three little girls.” He held you for what seemed like eternity in joy.

When you got home and announced it to your sons, the amount of joy that was through the house could blow the roof off. All throughout your pregnancy they all helped you pick out clothes, shoes, and toys all for their little sisters

3 months later and you went into early labor. Your labor lasted for 32 hours, with you screaming, crying, and even staying calm at some point. When you were finally able to push it took around 30 minutes to get each baby out.

Rio stood next to the bed holding his first daughter, on his right and his second daughter in his left. You held your third daughter from the bed. They looked more like you than him. They had the perfect shade of brown with your beautiful eyes, but they took his nose. Each girl was born with a head full of hair.

He couldn’t wait until they started to develop into their own person. He wanted to see would they take after you or him. It was his favorite parts of watching his babies grow up.

“Thank you.” Rio whispered. “You gave me 3 more beautiful kids. I love you more than you’ll ever know baby.” He leaned down and kissed your lips. When he pulled back he bit his lip. “2 more and we’re done.” He laughed, hoping you would agree.

You scoffed, before looking at your babies. “These 3 are going to run you down, not even including the other 5. your not gonna want anymore.”

You both laughed and waited for your sons to come and meet their new baby sisters.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN | SERIES 

Excuse me for spelling the chapter number wrong, I was in a hurry and didn't have time to change it.

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

Ch. 3

Ch. 4

Ch. 5

Ch. 6

Ch. 7

Ch. 8

Ch. 9

Ch. 10

Ch. 11

Ch. 12

Ch. 13

Ch. 14 (End)

When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook!fallen angel!royal guard! × fem!reader!virgin!princess 

Word count: 2.4k

Rating: 18+

Genre + warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, paranormal romance, historical fanfiction, Kook being cold and mysterious, and just being his sexy self. Possessive over his princess. Happily ever after with a fluffy and spicy scene involved. They have one more person in the family. Just a happy emotional ending. The story isn’t real, just my imagination running wild so just enjoy reading!

a/n: The long waited epilogue is here. I hope it's not too sloppy. I know it's pretty short, sorry. \: Haven't have time to publish it earlier because of health issues but I wanted to end the series finally so you don't need to wait longer! Enjoy .

TEN MONTHS LATER

Jungkook POV

Leaning back in the chair, he felt exhausted from the paperwork which needed to be done because of his kingdom's new adjustments and changes since his wife started living with him so if he wanted this place to be peaceful for her health, he needed to get it sorted out.

It meant better security around the castle and banning all the people who wanted him gone from the throne. It was hard work for several months but it was time to be able to breathe better once he finishes everything.

Massaging his neck, he felt stiff after working so much in the office all day. He already missed his wife and the little sunshine.

He smiled at the thought.

She gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and he was grateful for her giving him such a gift. He had his wife's blue eyes, father's nose but already growing small wings which was surprising considering the fact his wife is just a human. He at least inherited something from his world too and he was glad that the baby boy will have freedom to fly like his father can.

His love for her was so strong that he even rejected his position as guardian angel from heavens above.

It was not a hard decision. He already knew he will have Y/n by his side for eternity but the high angel council was disappointed in him to lose his powers because of a human. Months later they started to see that they can't do anything to change his mind so they allowed him to live on earth and still have his wings at least for protection.

Now he had people to depend on. A beautiful family by his side and he couldn't be happier.

The link with his wife allowed him to feel her emotions and as he sat there, thinking about her, the distress was getting stronger than usual. He didn't understand why.

Mindlinking her, he sent her his thoughts.

"Are you awake, my love?"

His question was left unanswered so it meant that she is sleeping because it was late at night already.

Immediately standing up, he took his cloak as well as his sword and headed out of the door. He needed to find out what's wrong with her.

His royal adviser Minho, the fallen angel was already waiting by his chambers when he bowed to his king," Your Majesty."

"My wife. Is she inside?"

"Uh, yes. She hasn't been outside for several hours so I assume the young prince also is inside."

He furrowed his eyebrows," And you are informing me only now?" he glared at him, his eyes blazing with emotions.

Minho bowed again, trembling in fear," I'm sorry, Your Majesty. It will not happen again."

"You better. Now leave," dismissing him, he went inside his chambers.

Leaving the cloak and the sword on a small wooden bench by the door, he went further inside, only just to stop in his tracks.

His wife was sleeping on a rocking chair, holding their baby boy, both were dreaming about something but the look on his wife's face worried him.

Is she ill? She was sweating.

Silently approaching them, he took his son in his arms when she blinked her tired eyes open," Jungkook?"

"Hey, love," he softly whispered and leaned down to kiss her forehead, feeling her face burning," Do you have a fever?" His concern was obvious.

She shook her head and just closed her eyes. That alarmed him.

Taking his son to the nursery room, he put him inside the crib to sleep, kissing his the crown of his head," Goodnight, Fin. I will go take care of mommy so sleep well my sweet boy," in response, the the baby boy just murmured something in his sleep.

Smiling, he went back to the living quarters to see Y/n in the same position as before.

He gently picked her up as soon as he reached the bed, putting her on the middle pillow where she usually slept in. It was strange that she wasn't moving at all. He could feel that she was burning, distressed about something.

Completely undressing from his attire, she didn't even resist when he pulled all of her clothes off so she isn't hot under the covers.

"Sweetheart, darling, are you sick?" His worried hushed tone made her whimper when she burrowed herself in his arms, suddenly shivering like she was cold.

This won't do.

Lifting her up in his arms again, he carried her towards the big bathroom where the biggest bath was located in their private space that they used for whenever they were together or for times when one of them has a headache. There was also a special medicine cabinet in case either of them have an emergency.

When he entered the bathroom, he quickly placed her inside the huge tub. Turning the tap for warm water, he let it run into the tub filling it up until it was nearly at the top. Then he turned off the water and added some smelling herbs for her to heal the body faster and possibly temperature will drop to normal again.

Taking the medicine for the headache and fever in the small bowl, he put it beside the tub for easier access.

Sliding behind her, he pulled her naked body between his legs, hugging her to his chest, her hair already wet and sticky against her skin. Gathering it together, he tucked her hair in front of her over her left shoulder so they doesn't tickle his nose that much.

Kissing her neck slowly, he takes one medicine pill and gently tips her head up with his hand beneath her chin, his fingers resting against her throat in a gentle hold," Open your mouth, baby."

Her tired eyes open with little strength as she obediently opens her mouth. Smiling at her, he slips the pill between her lips," Suck it gently. It's has a sweet taste to swallow better," he explains.

He watches her tongue wrap around the pill as she starts to suck it and he felt proud that she managed to keep it inside of her mouth so long before finally swallowing.

"Good girl," he coos, running his fingers through her long, silky hair and massaging the soft scalp.

She snuggled closer to him, nuzzling against him making him chuckle at her cuteness," Are you sleepy yet? You've probably been tired of nursing our son all the time and I haven't even checked your health. I'm sorry for failing you," he dropped his head against her shoulder in guilt.

Like a good wife she always is, Y/n lifts her hand over his head, massaging his hair gently," It's okay, Jungkook. I'm fine now because of you."

"No, it's not. You deserve more," he said as she moved away slightly and looked at him with sad blue orbs.

His heart clenched as he noticed how pale she was and how thin she has gotten over the past few months. "I promise I will spend time with you and our son more often now. It's just my duties require so much work that I..."

"It's okay, Jungkook. I know. You're the best husband and king in the world. To me you're perfect in every aspect. Times can get rough sometimes but that's why we are here for each other to support and help in the times of need. Being parents are not easy but I'm glad to be here with you, with our baby living the best life every woman could ask for. You've given me the world and I love you for that," her eyes are full of love for him and he can't help but feel tears forming in his eyes. It was hard to breathe for a moment.

He still couldn't believe that she belongs to him. This beautiful woman was his forever. And so is the son she gave birth to.

Taking her cheek, he seals his mouth over her inviting rosy lips, the tears escaping his eyes in silent waterfall. His emotions were too strong, too overwhelming.

The link between them showed him that she is really telling the truth. She loved him unconditionally and always would.

"I love you," his breath shuddered in fear to lose her, afraid to look away from her beautiful, soulful blue eyes.

As if reading his mind, she cupped his face between her hands, caressing his cheeks lovingly with her thumbs. Her eyes filled with joy and warmth which brought him happiness as well as relief.

A soft smile appeared on her lips," I love you too."

He never cried. Never. The life before made him grow up with nerves of steel but now the thought of something happening to her and his son, the thought of losing them scared him beyond belief.

But this time it happened. Everything came crashing down in a matter of seconds and he couldn't hold it in anymore. Not when she told him that she loves him. Forgives him for not caring enough about her feelings or health issues.

He was shaking uncontrollably as he held her tighter. His eyes shut tightly while he sobbed uncontrollably in her embrace.

She was ill so he didn't wanted to burden her with worry for him but she just held him tightly back, slowly straddling his lap, kissing him with all of her last energy from how tired she was but it was like she doesn't care. The only important thought was reassuring him, to show him how much she loves him.

Pulling slightly back, his eyes were blurry from the crying, probably red when he rested his forehead against hers," You're my whole world, Y/n. You and Fin are the most precious souls in my heart right now. I'm so happy that you chose me," his smile is brighter and this time his wife is holding her tears back but failing miserably when she starts crying and laughing.

When she calms down, she looks at him," We are such sappy fools."

He chuckles at that," You're right. We are a mess. But only with you," he says in a low voice and suddenly realizes their position when her clit slides against his hardness.

"Fuck," the feel of her wet slit against his throbbing cock makes him drop his head back on the edge of the tub.

"Baby...If you don't want me to fuck you right here, I suggest you to leave the tub. I'm really hard because of you," he whispers in husky voice, watching her carefully for her reaction.

She still blushes even after all these months together, even after giving birth, she always seem shy when he talks to her dirty.

"Sweetheart," his plead was enough to make her lift her hips in encouragement as she hid her face in his shoulder.

"All right," she breathes and that's what it took to grab her hips and push his length inside of her, sinking deep enough to feel her walls contracting against his length. He groans at the feeling that they're connected by nothing but skin and his arm wrapped tightly around her waist keeping her close to himself as he pulls out only a tiny bit then thrust back in with a strong thrust before taking her again.

"Jungkook ah," she whines in pain as he moves fast and harder.

Not able to take any more, he grabs her ass as he leans forward, lifting her body up high above the surface of the tub, spreading her legs enough to split her in two, causing both of them to moan loudly at their new position.

'Fucking hell! I can't stop myself. She feels amazing. Too good to be true. So beautiful.

"I'm so sorry, love. I can't help myself," he chokes out while pulling out to come deep inside of her once more.

Y/n throws her head back, screaming his name.

With an angry grunt, Jungkook pushes harder into her, grunting again in pleasure at the feeling of being filled, filling her until his balls hurt but he can't find any ounce of self control because of her and her smell, her taste.

He couldn't help the loud, guttural noises as his cock jerks against her, pumping so powerfully inside of her and he knows it's coming soon.

He knew that Fin is sleeping two rooms away but fuck, she felt incredibly good and he had to make sure this moment stays between them until they reach heaven and the end of their journey.

Pushing himself deeper inside of her, he holds her tighter to him, his body trembling with ecstasy. His eyes closed tight and he grunts louder, almost moaning," Come for me, Y/n..."

His thrusts became harsher, his grib beneath her ass leaving bruises but her moans only intensified as he comes faster and deeper into her, feeling how she clenches around him and the way his seed bursts inside her with one powerful thrust.

Silencing her last scream with his mouth, his tongue diving between her hot lips, he felt almost feverish as she when they both began to feel tired from the powerful orgasm. His thick forearms held her in the air till he slipped out of her, both of their cum dripping out in the water.

Lowering her back into his lap, she clings to him tightly, breathing heavily against his ear.

"You're incredible," he kisses her neck.

"And you're insane," she giggles softly, still out of breath," I feel like Fin will wake up after this because of us."

"Well, not my fault that my cock feels so good that you scream and beg for it more," teasing her, she only blushed but with a smile on her face.

Closing his eyes, he hugs her to him again before they go to the bed.

Not soon after there was crying heard outside and his beautiful wife pokes him in the ribs," Told you."

He rolls his eyes but chuckles," Yeah, yeah, yeah but this time you go to bed. I will take care of him, okay?"

She looks worried," But,-"

The stern look shuts her up when he kisses her temple," No, you need to rest. End of discussion."

"Fine. But come to bed after, will you? I miss your warmth," she pouts.

Kissing her one more time, Jungkook promises her," Always, Ms. Jeon. My queen.”

Since he was born, his duty was to protect Y/n and now he was glad that she has chosen him.

He will always love her and that will never change.

THE END

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The Smell of Smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 4~

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Part: 1 2 3 4 5

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, name calling (bitch,little slut ), BULLY, gagging, extreme violence against reader, branding, burning, oral on ml, spitting, choking, water boarding, p in v, breeding kink themes, collars (i think all above is still non-con) DRUGGING(SO SORRY I FORGOT OMG)

“Name’s Ace! by the way, I mean…” Ace fumbles with his fingers and his hair for an awkward amount of time before speaking again. “Um… Y/N…” He takes a deep breath finally deciding to get to his point, “Stay away from my brother. I mean— like— please!”

“I wasn’t trying to be anywhere near the guy, he’s just… everywhere.” You sigh.

“I… I know… You have to keep trying though! I-It’s not that he’s a bad person… He just…” He makes a motion to your damaged person to demonstrate what he’s trying to say. “Anyway, I’ll get ya outta here and home safe, but you have to promise me at least eventually that you’ll stay away from us.”

(Changes how the future parts of SOS will play out)

Ace’s warning did little to change your future. Your present…

You washed your face in the bathroom at school.

That was all.

All you did to deserve this.

Ezra holds your face under the faucet and painfully smushed against the porcelain.

He shoves you harder against it suddenly, it twists your neck.

“Take it, bitch.” He uses his other arm to motion something behind your back. “Hold her. You, strip her.”

Other hands take the place of his against your head.

You hear a flame, “N-No!No!NoNonoNo!” you babble.

“Shut her up.” He motions to them with his shoulder. His hands are occupied, holding a blow torch in one, and a brand in the other.

You shake and struggle violently against them, one stuffs something into your mouth, and another breaks your leg by kicking in your knee.

You scream into the gag, and that isn’t even the worst pain you’ll get to experience today.

Ezra presses the red hot metal to your, now still, lower thigh.

The agony is immeasurable.

It feels like an eternity, but

You black out from it instantly.

You aren’t in a hospital when you wake this time.

It’s more like…

A prison. or, a detention center.

Your leg is set right, and your burns are being properly treated. The environment could be cleaner, but you seem… Safe.

“He’s coming down,” some guys guarding the cells say as they get into position.

Ezra comes down the stairs, you can hear him before you see him.

“When’s she gon’ wake up”

“Not for another hour or so…” someone pipes up.

His foot thumps come closer and closer until, he’s within your bed’s upright position’s view.

“She looks awake t’me.” He takes the man’s skull in his hands and slams it into the glass. His face comes closer as if to say something—

“Wait!! Wait! Ezra!! I literally just woke up!! Don’t!” You jump to your feet and the monitors buzz and screech. Your leg hurts.

“Get in there and stop her.” He opens the door and throws the man in.

He lights a cigarette as he stares holes into you.

The other guys grab you and force you back into bed. the “doctor” quickly and effectively, sets everything back into place.

You don’t have any fight left to try anything.

Ezra gets them all to leave before coming in to see you up close.

He tilts your head up roughly and bends down to kiss you without saying a word.

You let it happen, too tired to resist, though a fire builds in your core.

It almost burns, and then, he pulls away.

“You’ll need time to adjust, and heal.” He says as he stands back up.

“Adjust?”

“Yeah. Like new schedule ‘n shit. You’re… Under my protection now.” He rolls up his sleeves, “You have t’ adjust t’ this too.”

“To wha—” His dick is shoved into your mouth, wetness pools from the intrusion.

Hands in your hair forcing your nose bent up, and pressing tight against his body.

You choke around his girth. “Your mouth already forgot about this cock, I’m hurt” He throws his head back as he starts to fuck your face. Only bringing it back down, to stare at your big watery eyes.

His scowl deepens as he fucks you harder. “Don’t waste any.” He spits on you, as he cums down your throat.

“Turn tha fuck around, bitch, and crawl.”

You do as you’re told, looking back at him a couple of times and catching his lingering glances.

“I’m only gonna give you my fingers right now, and you’re gonna cum f’ me. Gotit, bitch?”

You nod.

Your legs shake, as he starts to stroke your lips. his thumb is teasing your entrance while his two fingers pinch and glide over your clit.

“Mm ah!!” You cry out, the dull throngs of pain from your leg injuries adding to you’re pleasures intensity.

“Good little slut” He fucks you harder and harder with just his fingers on the outside and his thumb not even inside you. You come completely undone on his hand.

He buckles a thick collar with a leash around your neck and ties it around a metal post.

“Mmf, actually, I might cum in you again,” His voice is so much deeper and hungrier than you’ve ever heard in anyone.

“Hah! ahh! haah haa!” You moan in rhythm of his thrusts.

*plap plap plap plap*

He stripped completely naked to fuck you.

This man goes all out.

He’s holding you by your arms, and he shot you up with morphine.

Your body burns so bad and you don’t even know how many times you’ve came.

He pulls you to the edge of the bed and folds your legs to your chest and into a mating press.

“Don’t fuckin’ waste this—“ He thrusts in harder, “I don’t cum ‘n sluts”

“Oof!” He’s knocking all the wind from your lungs as he pounds into your womb. “hu-huh!?”

*Plap — Plap — Plap!*

“AH!!” Your body shakes, and at the same time he reaches for some duct tape nearby, as he pulls out he wipes himself clean and presses his cum back into you.

He then puts the strip of it right over your cunt.

“Don’t have too much fun with that, ‘n you better not get fucking pregnant, bitch.” He disappears out the doors again, and you’re left a high and confused mess.

[ficretus]

Harem King Championship

Sun: Good evening Guys, Gals and Non Binary Pals. This is annual Harem King Championship. I'm your host, Sun Wukong, part time Huntsman, full time rizzler.

Neptune: And joining him is me, Neptune Vasilias. N of team SSSN, but N of "Not getting a partner."

Sun: It's good to be in Vacuo. Atmosphere is hot and nominees even hotter.

Neptune: So let's introduce them.

Sun: Nominee number 1. You may know him as J from JNPR, but he is so much more. Jovial jock with jaw dropping junk making you jealous cause ya know your lady is gonna join him... Jaune Arc.

*applause*

Jaune: Thank you Vacuo.

Neptune: Nominee number 2. *whispers* Sun, paper just says racist asshole.

Sun: Dude, improvise.

Neptune: *clears throat* Bad boy of Beacon. Watch out for your girl, cause ears aren't only things he likes to pull. Master of cucking, Cardin Winchester.

*crickets*

Sun: Nominee number 3. She has a cold heart, but her caress will melt you. Every maiden will be hers. Don't think, just obey her... Cinder Fall.

*applause*

Cardin: Aw come on, she is literally a terrorist.

Cinder: You'd be surprised how far can being hot carry you.

Neptune: And finally, nominee number 4. This kitty has claws, and mice aren't the only things she is hunting. If you ever join her harem you'll never be left out cause clones are name of her game. On a hunt for title is... Blake Belladonna.

*applause*

Blake: This is for all Faunus Remnant wide.

Sun: Now that we know contestants, it's time to introduce the jury.

Neptune: As much as I'd like to check out some ladies, we have experts for that.

Sun: Jury member number 1. This hunky dad is more than it meets the eye. Partners are temporary, rizz is eternal, Taiyang Xiao Long.

Neptune: Jury member number 2. Some say he has gone through puberty while he was fetus. He has been bagging waitresses for longer than some of us have been alive, Qrow Branwen.

Sun: And finally... jury member number 3.

Neptune: All time record holder of Harem King Championship. She conquered men, women, Grimm and Kingdoms. Let's have a warm welcome for... Salem.

Sun: Wait, really?

Neptune: It's not like we can kick her out.

Tai: Didn't you kill my wife?

Qrow: Yeah, what the hell.

Salem: Let's keep it professional.

Sun: And now a commercial break.

*in Cinder's camp*

Cinder: Oh I can hardly wait to crush them all.

Mercury: Why am I even here?

Cinder: Because Emerald decided saving the world is more important than my special night.

Mercury: It's just a silly Harem competition.

Cinder: Watch your mouth Mercury. This is not just a silly competition, it's a game of life. If I can't rule as Harem queen, then what chance do I have to claim all Maiden powers. I will have this crown and I will take everything.

*in Jaune's camp*

Nora: You got this Fearless Leader, kick their ass.

Ren: Don't be nervous Jaune, odds are still stacked in our favor.

Jaune: Thanks guys. Can't believe I'm to favorite to win it all. This could be my moment, finally accomplish something and beat Cinder.

*in Blake's camp*

Yang: Jaune seems to be the main favorite to win it.

Blake: Oh don't worry, it's all under control.

Neptune: And now jury will rate our contestants.

Sun: Each jury member will give a rating from 1 to 5. Winner will be the person with highest number of points.

Neptune: Let's get ready to rizzleeeee.

Sun: First to be rated will be Jauneee.

Tai: I give him 4. He has that timeless look, muscular blonde with blue eyes. I could easily see him seduce at least 2 partners with that look. Just stay away from my daughters... and stay away from shapeshifting raven haired femme fatales...

Qrow: Ok Tai, let us continu...

Tai: Trust me, sex might be good but divorce makes it not worth it.

Yang: Could you stop!

Qrow: Sigh... Ok, I give Jaune 3. Look is important, but kid, you lack confidence. You need to work on your game. I'd say your Bi appeal is also kind of weak. It might be controversial, but I'd say true harem king can seduce partners of all genders.

Tai: Was that necessary?

Qrow: What, you can talk about banging my sister live but I can't mention some gay experimentation?

Salem: Men are utterly hopeless. Arc, I give you 4 as well. Your appearance is impeccable for the role and your approach is refreshing. However, you remind me of certain someone, so that lowers overall rating.

Neptune: That gives Jaune Arc final score of 11.

Sun: Not bad, not bad. Let's see can next contestant, Cardin top this score.

Tai: Cardin eh. I give 2, and that's mostly because of appearance. I don't like you and I don't like your approach. Also get a job, NTR fics are not funny.

Qrow: I give him 3. Being a bad boy is not... bad. You've got guts, but if you wanna ask a girl out just do it, don't act like a brat. Your Bi appeal could do some work. And fuck what everyone says, cucking is positive trait for Harem king.

Tai: Qrow!

Salem: Shush now. I give Winchester boy 3. Such a contrast between appearance and behavior. Knight should not act like that, yet in some regards that makes him more attractive.

Neptune: Cardin takes second place with 8 points.

Sun: Oof, I guess he really peaked in high school.

Cardin: Behind Jauney Boy, aw come on.

Neptune: And now one of the favorites, Cinder Fall.

Tai: 5!

Qrow: She tried to kill you daughter multiple times.

Tai: Sigh... 4. Too many red flags.

Qrow: I give her 5.

Tai: And you gave me shit for rating her 5.

Qrow: Hey, I'm being objective here. Look, I don't like her, but she is smoking hot, she has domineering attitude and can seduce you in five seconds no matter who and what you are.

Mercury: Well, it looks like you are getting your little trophy after all.

Cinder: Of course, did you really think I'd finish behind likes of Arc?

Salem: Oh Cinder, such a deceptive case. On the surface you possess all qualities of true Harem queen. Less informed individual might even think you are worthy successor to my legacy... but you are not.

Mercury: Uh oh.

Cinder: Shut up.

Salem: No true harem queen has a diary beneath her pillow, hoping for a dashing Prince to marry her. No true harem queen hugs aforementioned pillow and pretends its her Prince. No true...

Cinder: Stop, stop, stop.

Salem: My, my, fine then. I give her 2. Have to cut her some slack.

Cinder: 2?!

Mercury: *giggles* You are tied with Jaune now.

Cinder: Are you kidding me?!

Sun: Well, joke or not, that's 11 points.

Neptune: We have a tie for first place now.

Cinder: Mercury! Find the tiebreaker rules.

Mercury: Screw you, this is too funny.

Jaune: We are tied with Cinder.

Nora: I'll check the tiebreaker rules.

Ren: What about Blake?

Nora: What about her? *snorts* It's not like Fearless Leader is ever gonna lose to her.

*five minutes later*

Nora: Stop the count, stop the count!

Jaune: How did she whoop our ass this hard? This makes no sense!

Cinder: Ha ha, you lost!

Cardin: Nice one Jauney Boy.

Jaune: You lost as well!

Cinder: Unlike you I don't care about this stupid competition.

Mercury: Cinder you are literally crying.

Cinder: *sniffles* Shut up.

Jaune: But hold on, how did I lose this?

Blake: Because I'm the true Harem protagonist of this show.

Jaune: That can't be. I have... Pyrrha and.... That can't be.... What about Mantle moms?

Blake: Can you name any of them?

Jaune: Of course I can. Ca...

Blake: Without fanon or headcanons.

Jaune: Shit...

Blake: See, told you.

Jaune: But wait, that just means I don't have a harem. What about you?

Blake: Yang, Ilia, Sun, Adam and probably half a dozen off screen simps. Face it Jaune, I'm a genderbent Kirito with cat ears.

Sun: And with this, Blake Belladonna is crowned as a Harem queen of Remnant.

Blake: Thank you Vacuo, thank you Remnant. I dedicate this victory to all Faunus Remnant wide. For far too long have we been reduced to secondary harem members, mere fetish fuel. But now, we rule, we too can be Harem rulers.

Cinder: Fuck this.

Mercury: Where are you going?

Cinder: I'm in need of alcohol and large huggable pillow.

Ren: There is always the next year Jaune.

Jaune: Screw this, I'm getting a black coat and katana... and a gun.

*later that night*

Yang: Can't believe I'm dating Remnant's Harem queen.

Blake: *giggles* I was always a Harem queen. Did you pick up the money?

Yang: I did. If you knew you were gonna win it, then what was the point of the plan?

Blake: To inflate betting odds in Jaune's favor. That made me a dark horse...

Yang: More like... dark cat.

Blake: Aw you. That made me a dark cat of the competition, which allowed me to win ridiculous amount of money by betting on myself.

Yang: Still, was that money really worth writing 500 Jaune harem fics?

Blake: Of course it was. Besides, I didn't really write them. I just changed the name of the protagonist of my existing harem fics to Jaune.... 500 times.

Yang: So devious.

Blake: Indeed. Now kneel before your Harem queen.

[charliekomori]

Dark before dawn.

Chapter 1. Fake Divine.

"Destroying my faith No I won't fight in your games Destroying my faith And I don't wanna play it again"

Summary: Cast away from an eden of light, an angel with crooked wings crawls out from his own blood, fallen and broken in this new world.

Characters: Ruki Mukami, gn! reader.

Tags/warnings: fallen angel AU, blood, first meetings, series.

Author's note: This is an AU in which Ruki is a fallen angel. I've been thinking about this idea since his More Blood route and I wanted to write it. I intend to make it a series, I hope you enjoy <3 I made a playlist for this specific AU as well. You can listen to it here.

An unfamiliar sensation shoots through the being’s body.

In fact, man would be a more correct word to describe him, now that he’s been stripped of all divinity.

Decaying wings scrape against the concrete as he tries to move.

Is this what they call pain?

Is this feeling akin to flesh and bone being ripped apart what they call ache?

He tries to flap his wings, or what remains of them; once, pristine white feathers cascaded, soaring above clouds of light.

Now, ashen branches seem to span from his scarred back, a cruel reminder of an eternity denied.

Glazed steely eyes direct skyward.

His sight is met with a vast nothingness.

How long has it passed since he fell?

It certainly does feel like an eternity, yet it can’t have been more than a couple days, at most.

He should get moving. In his current state, it is not wise to linger in the same place for too long.

Dirt scratches against his palms when he tries to stand.

For someone of seraphic blood to have to crawl through the ground… This is ridiculous.

The fallen angel clenches his teeth, an expression befitting more of a demon contorting his face.

Then,

“Hey, are you okay?”

Dark icy eyes focus on a figure standing a few feet away from him.

Tsk, to have to look at someone when he is the one standing below them… Outrageous.

At first he doesn’t reply, giving the stranger a nasty look.

He despises hypocrisy, and especially those who pity him, after all.

So how dare a mere human ask if he is okay?

How dare such a lowly being have the nerve to even fathom the idea that he needs help.

The broken angel finally stands up, crooked wings sprouting from his back, his energy too low to even hide them.

“Wait!” They call after him. Rushed footsteps follow. “You’re bleeding!” 

The dark haired man barks a laugh. He’s got wings on his back in plain sight and this person is worried about him bleeding.

He notices the concern etched on the human’s eyes, their serious expression unwavering.

“Are you sure you can go on like that?” They ask.

’Yes.’ The halo-less angel thinks. That is what he’s always done after all. Take everything for granted, never walking side by side with others and never acknowledging their help.

He takes another step forward. Or tries to, at least.

The next thing he knows, the world is tilting sideways and disappearing before the absolute darkness of his sight.

—

Coppery light floods the back of his eyelids as he tries to open his eyes.

Sluggishly, he takes in his surroundings.

He doesn’t recognize them as the street he was wandering a while earlier.

“You’ve awoken, I see.”

Now, that voice he’s heard before.

That annoying human is sitting in front of him, an enigmatic smile on their face.

What’s with them and that look of… kindness? in their eyes? He can’t stand it.

The angel quickly sits up, before pain in sharp waves shoots through his back.

“Easy there, you don’t want to reopen them.” The human gives a slight nod, eyes meaningfully glancing in his back’s direction.

Fresh bandages cover the fallen’s back, loose enough that his crooked wings can still move freely.

The irony of it, when he knows he’ll never fly again.

“What gave you the right to bring me here or tend to my wounds?” The dark angel juts his chin upwards, tone haughty.

You raise a brow, crossing your legs from your perch in the chair opposite from the couch he lies in.

The man’s lofty tone surely is in contradiction with his bruised body. But when you notice his movements, and the way he carries himself… They do certainly hold an elegance you can’t quite place.

“Would you have rather bled yourself out to death?”

“I don’t need your pity or you trying to get in my good graces.”

“So, is it just a normal occurrence for you to see someone suffering in front of you and doing nothing?”

’Suffering?’ The angel snorts.

What do you even know about what that feels like?

“You are so pretentious.” He remarks.

“Says the one who insisted he was fine when he literally collapsed on the street.” You cross your arms, leaning forward with a knowing smirk.

He really can’t stand you.

“What’s your name, by the way?” You ask.

He hesitates for a moment, then he supposes it’s fine to tell you, since you are so insistent, maybe you’ll leave him in peace if he answers.

“Ruki.” 

You offer him a softer smile, introducing yourself too.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Ruki.”

However, the only pleasing interaction you’ve had since he woke up is short lived.

“Well, if you'll excuse me, i have places to be now.” The man who introduced himself as Ruki states, pushing the blanket covering him away.

“Places to be?” You echo, a skeptical smile curving your lips. “Where exactly? The ground of some back alley?” You retort, snorting. “Listen, you literally collapsed from blood loss. Do you honestly expect me to believe you are in any condition to be safe out there in your current state?”

Arguably, no.

If Ruki were to be honest with himself and come to terms with all the feelings he keeps locked inside his iron encased heart, he definitely won’t be okay at all out there.

“And how, pray tell, is that any of your business?” But perhaps being dishonest with himself was one of his very few flaws.

“Well, aren't you stubborn?” You sigh. Your expression softens, gentleness returning to your tone. “Stay the night. Give time for your wounds to at least stop bleeding, have a proper meal and stuff.”

Those stormy eyes of his hold your gaze.

Maybe you hadn’t realized how deep and beautiful they were up until now.

“Fine. One night.” The angel grumbles.

A satisfied grin tugs at your lips as you get up to prepare some snacks.

[fallinforerling]

no doubts - jb

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Getting wasted wasn’t part of your plans; at least not at the beginning of the night. You were okay with staying sober most of the times you went out with your boyfriend and his friends, but today was a bit different.

You didn’t know if it was because he was around his teammates from the England team (whom he didn’t see much due to him living abroad) or the fact that he was just having fun by himself, but you felt like Jude was slightly pushing you away from the circle that his group formed in the center of the VIP area.

You recognized it might be a bit silly to get mad at it, since you were an independent person and could have fun without him… But you were pissed off anyway. So you took it upon yourself to make the night a memorable one.

First, you started a pretty nice chat with one of the sweetest guys around, Declan. He wasn’t very excited about dancing or chatting around a lot, so it was natural for the both of you, who were sitting on the sofas, to start a conversation; then, as the hours passed by and you were still like almost furniture to your boyfriend, you accepted the first of the night from Declan’s hands. From there, you let go.

Maybe it was the music, or how fun it was to just meet new people, but you ended up dancing with not only Declan, but a bunch of girls and boys that just joined along the way. This wasn’t your usual self, but dancing between a gorgeous girl and Declan was the most fun you ever had in a while. At least from your drunken perspective.

“Babe?!” Jude’s voice sounded like an echo at first, which you ignored while the girl named Sarah was still holding your hips. “Babe!”

After a few seconds, your eyes landed on your boyfriend’s face, which wasn’t showing a very happy expression. You smiled at him anyways, unaware of how many times he had been calling your name while standing right next to you.

“Hey!” You said without stopping your little dance next to your new friends. “What’s up?”

That question alone seemed to liberate whatever reason he had to be mad at you. He took your wrist with no actual force, separating you from Sarah, who groaned in annoyance.

“Hey! I was dancing with her!”

“Yeah? Well, I’m leaving with her.” Jude replied in a dry tone that surprised you.

“But I was having fun! She’s a very good dancer.”

“I don’t care about that. Time to go home, now.”

Something about his tone and his eyes made you kinda sober up. You stared at him for a few seconds that actually felt like an eternity, your brain trying to focus on what was going on. Nonetheless, you nodded, giving Sarah a last smile before letting Jude guide you towards the exit.

The cold weather slammed through your very uncovered body with such force that you started to tremble. Jude noticed right away, and while waiting for the car that was supposed to take you home, he took off his jacket, embracing you in a hug despite his seriousness.

“What’s wrong?” You dared to ask after a while, feeling intimidated by his unusual silence.

“Nothing.” He murmured back, not looking at you, but at the street.

You pursed your lips but decided to not do anything about it. You knew better than to push Jude when he was in a mood. He would just close more to himself.

Finally, the car arrived, and without a word, he guided you inside with the same care he always gave you. You half-smiled at the driver before pushing the button that made the thick glass that separated him from the back seat appear.

“Okay...” You slightly blurred out the words, sitting almost on top of your boyfriend, who seemed very concentrated on the street rather than on you.

Of course you noticed something was wrong. He was upset, but you didn’t know why. It didn’t make sense, you just were having fun on your own. He wasn’t that type of jealous, wasn’t he?

“Baby... Talk to me.” If you had to use the big guns to your favor, then you would. Without any shame, you let your body fall on top of his lap, making you smile when he gave you a surprised look before giving your hips a little squish while helping you stabilize yourself. “Are you mad at me?” You carefully touched his cheek, wanting his eyes on yours no matter what.

“I’m not mad at you.” He said almost immediately. “It’s just that... You seemed to be having a lot of fun back there with Declan and that girl.” His eyes were still anywhere but on your face, and you started to slowly realize what was happening.

Oh my god.

“Jude, there’s no reason to feel jealous.” You kept caressing his cheek, biting your lip to stop the smile that was creeping on your face. “I was just dancing with them because you were busy with your friends, that’s it.” With little force, you made him look at you. “Look at me, you know I’ll choose you over anyone without a second thought.” You gave him a long peck, and when you backed up, he was smiling a bit. Progress. “I thought you knew I had the most gorgeous boyfriend on the entire planet.” This time, you fully kissed him, making sure that your body was fully aligned with his.

He returned the kiss with the same force, making you whimper as low as you could. You were still in a car with a driver, for god’s sake.

His hands traveled across your back, landing on your ass so carefully that you thought he was scared of your reaction. But that was impossible. In exchange, you let your nails make a slow trail from his jawline to his neck, taking a hiss from his lips that made you smile.

“Baby...” He whispered against your lips. The look on his face alone made you almost forget why you were holding back.

“Don’t ever doubt what we have.” You kissed his lips one more time, not feeling the need to retrieve yourself from his lap. “Only you can make me feel like this, got it?”

He nodded, still looking at you with a drunken expression that wasn’t there before. You wondered if you had the same expression while looking back at him. You sure felt drunk from his smell and touch.

“I love you.” He finally said before grabbing you for another kiss.

Oh, and how you loved him.

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[sixela-sixela-sixela]

Xavier x reader

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“You never doubted that you were the most important person in Xavier's life till today”

“Just my luck” you groaned in pain. You were currently in your bathroom sitting on the floor in front of your toilet, you have been vomiting for hours. “Why did I have to eat that sushi,” You frowned regretting your past decisions. For whatever reason you thought it would be a good idea to eat expired sushi, in your defense you thought one day past the dew date wouldn't be that bad. Well, you were very wrong.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity you stopped vomiting. “Uhh my stomach, curse you fish,” You said while standing up to go to your bedroom.

You threw your body onto your bed still quenching your stomach. “I should text Xavier” you smiled to yourself knowing he would comfort you through this pain. You reached for your nightstand to retrieve your phone. You quickly send him a text telling him your current situation and requesting that he come over.

You had been waiting for his response for about 3 hours now. “Maybe he's just busy, I hope he is ok.” you thought to yourself, you decided to take a nap to detract yourself from the pain, hoping that when you woke up Xavier would be sleeping next to you.

When you opened your eyes you were disappointed to not feel his arms wrapped around you. You looked at your phone to see if he had texted you back; you smiled seeing an unread text message from 5 minutes ago, “Maybe he's just now seeing my text.” you say.

You opened the message and your smile immediately faded, it read “Sorry I can't make it Mc needs my help right now, I'll get back to you after my love 💙.”

You felt your stomach quench and your mouth water, the feeling being to familiar. You quickly got up and ran to your bathroom, quickly crouching in front of the toilet. Your throat quenched and you felt a tightness in your stomach as you vomited. Contrary to earlier you didn't know if the expired sushi caused this or the fact that your own boyfriend chose another woman over you.

You know they have been working as partners for about a month now, and you never questioned his loyalty to you within that time frame, well till today at least.

You were lying in your bed holding your stomach; you could feel hot tears run down your cheeks. “Did he think she was more important than you, that her problems needed tending to first and yours were only secondary?” The wave of nausea that hit you earlier rendered you unable to respond to his message, and even if it hadn't you really don't know what you would have said anyway.

“if he had to choose me or Mc what would his decision be?” you thought to yourself, If he thought that helping her was primary and your aid was only secondary in just this situation you could only imagine what the future had in store for your relationship.

Sleep slowly started taking over your body and you began drives off to sleep. Deep down you knew if he truly cared about you there wouldn't even be any other choice. He made it apparent that there was another option and it wasn't you it was her, Mc.

[sakuyomihana]

⋆˙⟡ Tangled Threads Of Hearts ⋆˙⟡

Hello everyone~! Chapter 3 is finally out!! Apologies for the long wait~ As usual, a big thank you to all the readers who have supported this series since day 1! I hope to be able to continue this series and finally accomplish a small dream of mine. Thank you for supporting Tangled Threads Of Hearts~ *Disclaimer: This is an original work done by me. Pls do not steal it or repost anywhere else. Thank you and have a happy reading day~!

Chapter 3: Reunions & Longing

Year 2023, Spring

Location: Xianzhou Luofu, Divine Cloud Estate

  Two months have passed since you started your first semester of the year.. Over the last two months, you had gotten better acquainted with a certain silverette and were now the bestest of friends. Even your other friends had gotten along with him pretty well, thus making outings with your mutual friends group more livelier and often. Today just so happened to be a chill day for you to relax at home, since it was the weekend and you had completed all of your assignments. Sprawled out comfortably on the couch in the living room, you were scrolling through whatever social media apps that you had on your phone with Mimi laying next to you on the ground below.

The house felt a little empty minus the ticking sound of the wall clock that kept you company. Both of your brothers’ weren’t home today, with Jing Yuan being at the enterprise and Yanqing was out at his tuition centre. You were supposed to be glad that your affectionate older brother wasn’t home, however, you felt a little lonely today.. Not that you would let your brother know of this. The servants of the house were all smiling and stifling their laughter in amusement at how adorable their young lady was acting today. Of course, you pouted whenever they pointed it out. To add on to your misery, there were no new messages or calls from your dearest friends, leaving you to your lonesomeness.

Groaning, you toss your phone aside and face planted on the couch. As if acknowledging how you are feeling, the lion nuzzled its snout into your hair and licked your face.

“Ahaha! Mimi, that tickles!”.

The lion let out a happy grunt, happy that it had successfully made you laugh. Taking the chance of having this big floof ball right here, you decided to exact your revenge from all the jump scares that he had caused you. Nuzzling into its fur, you took a big sniff of its comforting smell and cuddled it. The lion squirmed and whimpered as it tried to escape your clutches, but to no avail. In the end, it succumbed to your endless teasing. Servants passing by were all laughing at the lion’s failed attempt of escape, nonetheless they were happy to at least see you back to your usual self. You were no different from your brother in displaying your affections, that was something that you agreed on.

It was then you felt your phone vibrate beside you.. Ceasing your attack, you let the poor lion go and picked up the device. After what seems to have been an eternity since you last received a text message from someone, there was finally one now. You thought it was from either Caelus, March or even Seele, informing you about the latest gossip that they have heard from their peers but it wasn’t. To your surprise, it was a text from your dear friend and rising superstar, Robin.

“ Robin <3

 Robin:

Hey there, [Name]! 

It’s been a long time since we last met, how are all of you doing?

You:

Hey there, Robin! 

Yeah, it sure has been a really long time since we last met! My brothers’ and I are all doing well, Gepard too. What about you?

Robin:

That’s great (＾▽＾)!

Yes, brother and I are both doing well too!

Actually, I wanted to ask if you are free to hang out sometime soon.

You:

Glad to see that you are both doing well~

Of course, we can hang out any time!

Robin:

Wonderful (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ ~ ”.

You had met Robin back in middle school, alongside her twin older brother, Sunday. The both of you hit off pretty well, with her kind and outgoing personality, you instantly became the bestest of friends. Much unlike her brother who was unapproachable and had this condescending air around him. When you first met the halovian siblings, you thought they looked absolutely stunning with their little wings sprouting from behind their ears, their halo glistening under the sunlight and the aura they exuded was of high society. 

You may be of high society yourself, however you don't see yourself compatible to be friends with them. It was not until Gepard, who was the only friend that you had at the time, pushed you to step out of your comfort zone and talk to them. Robin, being the sweetest girl that you have ever met, immediately jumped at the opportunity to be your friend whereas Sunday, who under the guise of a polite smile, gave you the sting eye for trying to approach his beloved sister.

Just then, the sound of the door opening plus the scattering of footsteps snapped you out of your reverie. Sensing the familiar presence from around the corridor leading to the living room, you immediately leaped out of your seat and jumped straight into the person's open arms. Your brother was taken aback by your sudden action but there was a rush of affection in his heart, he was happy, delighted even. Chuckling as he hugged you back, he finally felt at peace. Nothing else mattered at this point..

A few minutes later…

“[Name], were you that lonely without me at home today~?”.

Jing Yuan decided to tease you a little, in turn, he received a whack from you. He chuckled again as you finally lifted your head to look at him with a tiny pout evident on your lips. He knew you were gonna deny it later, so he chose to ruffle your hair affectionately.

->>>>>>>>>

  Earlier today, your brother had received an invitation from the Family to attend a party hosted by the Dreammaster in Penacony. Knowing that you had friends there, Jing Yuan wanted to bring you along. He decided to get off work early today and invite you for a little date to choose an outfit for the event. Coincidentally, that was what Robin had messaged you about.

“Sure but…”, you started hesitantly.

You were grateful that Robin had reached out to you, however, you feel yourself unworthy of attending such a large scale event that was meant for business partners to attend. You couldn't see yourself mingling with the crowd, let alone stand there side by side with your brother who was more well known than you were.

“Brother, are you sure that I can attend such an event with you? I’m far from having made any contributions to the banking enterprise..”.

“Nonsense, my dear. You are far more than worthy to attend it with me, besides, you have Robin there with you no?”.

“Yes.. but..”.

“*sigh* [Name].”, he said firmly.

You expected him to be disappointed with your actions, so you kept your head low.

“[Name], look at me.”, he placed a gentle hand on your head.

Timidly, you slowly lifted your head and was greeted with a forlorn, yet gentle smile. Gently patting your head, he turned his gaze towards the setting sun outside.

“Brother?”.

“[Name], you do not realize how important you are, both to me and the enterprise. Your presence in my life was what made me able to keep on moving forward no matter what obstacles I have to face, in order to give you the happiness that you deserve. So [Name], don't think so lowly of yourself. This big brother right here would be nothing without you as my backing and support.”, he pulled you into a comforting and loving hug.

Melting in his embrace, you felt your eyes start to blur. Closing your eyes, you reciprocated with a squeeze of your own.

“Mm.. Thank you, brother.”, you said with a silent ‘I love you’ echoing at the back of your mind.

“Haha. No, rather it should be me that's thanking you for having grown up into such a refined and beautiful young woman. Thank you, for staying by my side all these years. Father and mother are surely proud of the person you have become.”, he lightly chuckled.

The heartwarming atmosphere that made every servant in the house tear up was then interrupted by none other than your younger brother, who had just returned home from his tuition centre.

“Big brother and big sister, what are you guys discussing about? And I want to join the hug too!”.

Jing Yuan and you couldn't help but laugh at the sudden interruption, before indulging the boy’s request.

A few moments later..

“Robin <3

You:

Hey, Robin.

Yes, I’ll be attending the party with my brother. Looking forward to seeing you then.

Robin:

Splendid!

I’ll let my brother and father know! See you there~ ”.

->>>>>>>>>

Location: Penacony, Dewlight Pavilion

  Hearing a light chuckle across from him in the living room, Sunday curiously looked up from the book that he was reading.

“Dearest sister, may I inquire on what has your attention?”.

“Oh, pardon me. I was conversing with [Name] over text, does Brother remember her?”, Robin explained.

“Ah yes, Mr Jing Yuan’s little sister.”.

Of course, he remembered you. How could he not. The young lady who he failed to recognize at the start as the younger sister of Xianzhou Luofu Banking Enterprise’s head and showed you unruly disdain for conversing with Robin back in middle school, despite the sheer resemblance. He shook his head and bit back a chuckle from the memory.

“[Name] said that she’s going to be attending the party too! I can’t wait to see her again~”.

Seeing his sister beaming with happiness, he couldn’t help but let out a smile.

“I’m sure that she will be delighted to see you.”, Sunday reassured her as he placed the forgotten book on his lap.

“Honestly.., I was worried that she would turn down the invitation.”, she started hesitantly as she stood up from her place on the sofa and walked over to the window behind her.

“And why is that?”.

Placing her hand against the cold glass surface of the window, she stared back at her own reflection and placed her clenched fist against her chest.

“I know that [Name] tends to view herself lowly as compared to others, she’s always like this… That’s why I am glad that she had agreed to attend.”.

Knowing full well of what she meant, Sunday closed his eyes and nodded in agreement. You were truly different as compared to everyone else that he had ever met in his life, maybe it was because of your upbringing and background. Being the youngest of your family at the time, you had witnessed so many despair and hardships. You only had your older brother to look up to and at a young age, he took up the failing family business and brought it back to its former glory. Sunday never knew what your parents were like, but he could sense that they were kind and gentle like you were.

In fact, before he discovered who you really were, he had at some point grown accustomed to your presence and grew to like you over the years. He has Robin to thank for letting his view of you change for the better, if not he will feel conflicted with his emotions. Considering how similar the situation was for both you and him in the past, he fell deeply in love with you. He wishes to keep both you and Robin safe from the harshness and cruelty of the world, he wishes to give you a better life that you deserved, thus he seeked further guidance from his adoptive father and current dreammaster of Penacony, Mr Gopher Wood. However, he knew it was going to be difficult to get your brother to agree to this relationship as the man did not particularly seem to like him. He could easily use the power bestowed upon him to force your brother to change his mind, but he decided against it as it felt underhanded to use a tactic like this. He wanted Jing Yuan to genuinely like and approve of this relationship before deciding to court you, if all else fails, not to worry as he always plans ahead to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

“Robin, do not worry. I’m sure that with you by her side, she will have no reason to not attend.”.

‘And mine too.’.

He will make sure of that, one way or another. He wishes to see you again after all…

->>>>>>>>>

Location: Xianzhou Luofu, Divine Cloud Estate

  It was finally the day of the party... You were currently dressing up with the help of your personal maids in your room. With your maids being the biggest supporters of the operation on helping you find a beautiful husband, they were practically prancing around your room to find the perfect outfit from your newly replenished wardrobe. You have your older brother to blame for this. A few nights prior, your brothers’ and you had gone out into the city to find matching outfits for the party. It had originally been a small date between you and Jing Yuan, however, your younger brother had asked to tag along. Of course, who could resist the adorable little pout that Yanqing gave when Jing Yuan said he couldn’t go. Thus, the date that was meant for two became three.

Now back to the issue at hand, your beloved older brother had personally asked your maids to doll you up as beautifully as possible. Extravagantly if you might add. Sighing, you just let them do their thing, since you have already promised them to let them do as they please. Laid out before you on your bed were the dresses that you had newly bought, amongst them there was one that you particularly like. Seeing that your maids were taking a while trying to decide on which one to pick, you suggested the one that you had your eyes on. No harm in trying right?

“Xiao Lan?”.

“Yes, milady?”.

“How about this one? I particularly like this design.”.

All of a sudden, their eyes lit up with a flash of inspiration.

“But of course, why did we never think of it?! It suits the lady to a tee~”, Xiao Xue exclaimed in excitement.

The other two nodded in agreement at the realization.

“We should hurry and let the sire kn-”.

“That won’t be necessary.”.

You smiled at the maids as they looked at you in confusion. Well, that was true actually. When you were picking your outfits that day, your brother had been eyeing this dress for awhile since you had entered the store. Not to mention, Yanqing too. Upon mentioning it, your brother immediately asked you to try it out in the changing room and lo and behold did you look beautiful in it, as if this dress was made just for you.

You knew that your brother would obviously pick an outfit that matches with this dress and you were not disappointed with the outcome.

->>>>>>>>>

  ‘Knock, knock!’.

Coupling with a few gentle knocks, your brother’s voice could be heard from the other side of the door.

“[Name], may I come in?”.

“The door’s open~”.

With a soft click, the door swiftly opened revealing Jing Yuan and a pouting Yanqing standing in the hallway. Chuckling as he pushed the young boy in, your brother signaled for your maids to leave before gently picking up the dress that still laid on your bed. Casting a glance at your brother’s getup, you snorted an amused chuckle at how lazily his blazer, shirt and tie were done.

“Dear brother, are you in such a hurry to see this sister dress up in thy beautiful dress that you had bought to match with your own?”, you teased.

Deciding to play along, Jing Yuan held up the dress and gestured gentlemanly towards the full length mirror that decorated the wall next to your walk-in closet.

“Why yes~, dearest sister. I wanted to dress you in this magnificent dress with my own two hands and help out with styling your hair for the occasion. Am I not allowed to do such honors?”.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he faked a hurt expression. ‘This big baby~’, you thought. Placing a finger to the bottom of your lips, you feigned a thoughtful expression.

“Hmm.. Then, what about Yanqing?”.

The pouting boy finally looked at you and Jing Yuan at the mention of his name, realizing that he needed to say something, he quickly turned his head to the side desperately hiding the blush that had crept up to his cheeks as he whispered.

“I-I… wanted… t-to… help o-out.. big sister too..”.

‘Aw..’, you and Yuan both internally squealed out how cute he was.

“C-can’t I?’.

“Of course, you can~”, you cooed.

“What about me?”.

“In exchange, you let me redo your tie for you and make you look more handsome and presentable~?”.

“*chuckles* Deal~”.

Silently apologizing to your maids who supposedly wanted to help you dress up, you promised to make it up to them. Letting your brothers dress you up, Yuan with the dress and hair, Yanqing with picking the accessories and lastly, getting your makeup done by Fu Xuan. Fu Xuan, your brother’s fiance and also your soon to be sister in law, had come over to accompany or rather babysit your younger brother. She and Jing Yuan had both gone a long way back, meeting in college to working side by side in the current Luofu Banking Enterprise as partners and lovers. Just a year ago, he proposed and she accepted, making her his fiance. Although she was usually swarmed with work as the COO, otherwise known as the chief operating officer, she still made time to drop by and visit the family. You honestly love her since the day you met, with her being the only one tolerable and also with the ability to remain steadfast towards your brother’s antics. Despite her strict and up-tight personality, she was still gentle and caring on the inside. They may quarrel sometimes but they both know what’s in their best interest and make up afterwards.

Arriving just in time before your brothers’ can touch the makeup materials on your dressing table, Fu Xuan shooed them out of the room and worked on the final touches of your outfit and your makeup.

“There.. All done.”, she said as she finished applying a light pink lip gloss to your lips.

Proud of her work, she got you to open your eyes and allowed your troublemaker brothers’ back into the room to witness her masterpiece. A small gasp escaped your lips as you stared back at your own reflection.

“I-is this… truly me?”.

As if on cue, Fu Xuan and Jing Yuan both said the same thing.

“Yes, it is. This is not an illusion, [Name]. It is really you in all your glory.”.

“You look absolutely stunning, my dear.”.

“Big sister looks so beautiful..”.

That was all it took to give you the confirmation you needed. A stray tear slipped down your cheek, tears began brimming at the corners of your eyes. You did not intend to cry, however it felt like a dam had burst as you finally let loose of the feelings that you had kept inside for so long. All these years of constant downplaying on yourself, never truly understanding what people had seen in you and outside of you. You thought that they all were just being polite, as you were the sister of a renown figure in the business industry. You were indeed both beautiful on the inside and on the outside, the you now made you more radiant than ever before.

“Oh come on, you are gonna ruin the makeup that I had painstakingly put on you! Come now, dry your tears. You would not want to show up at the party with puffy eyes and ruined makeup do you?”, despite her sharp tongue as she chided, you know that it was because Fu Xuan deeply cares about you.

With comforting words, you finally managed to smile. You truly felt loved and blessed to have such a wonderful and loving family…

->>>>>>>>>

Location: Penacony, Grand Theatre

  Decorations adorned the once empty theatre, chatters could be heard from all four corners of the building. Busy greeting guests from all around the world who have come to attend the party, Sunday had a perfectly crafted smile etched on his face as he conversed with guests after guests. Although tired, he still remained professional and composed, afterall he would not want to disgrace the Oak Family’s name. A couple of distance away, was his younger sister who was also effortlessly engaging with the crowd. Robin was supposedly performing on stage tonight, wanting to let her get some rest, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Brushing past the crowd without letting a single crease form on his pristine suit, he was about to reach her before his attention had shifted to something else or rather someone from afar. Golden irises widened in astonishment, as if time itself had just stopped. The young woman he had once known, had become even more breathtaking and elegant than before. The dress highlighted your curves perfectly, the light makeup enhanced your natural beauty and the light pink lip gloss made your lips look more plush and kissable..

‘Insolent!’, he thought at the last minute. Successfully reeling himself in, he had his wings covered his already rosy cheeks as he tried to calm and composed every fibre of his being to not snap out of control.

‘Goodness, gracious..’, he could not believe that just your presence alone was able to break the facade that he had held up for so long. He could not believe himself either.. That was how deeply he had already fallen for you, your presence today had reignited the dormant feelings within.

“Brother? Are you alright?”.

Snapping out of his reverie at his sister’s voice, he cleared his throat.

“*ahem* I am fine, dearest sister.”.

Still albeit concerned, Robin decided to just leave her brother be. More importantly, there was someone who she was excited to see again. In truth, she knew who had caught her brother’s eyes at that moment. Back in their final year of middle school, she had an inkling that you were the one who had tugged on Sunday’s heartstrings and she was proven right by the many encounters where her brother seemed extremely engaged in his conversations with you. Chuckling at the fond memories, she then turned to give her brother a push.

“Robin..?’.

“Come on, let’s go greet them!”.

Standing amongst the crowd of renowned business partners, you felt a little small at the immense pressure that was thrown at your face when it comes to greeting them as you have never met them before. Leaving the conversations and introductions to your brother, who happily indulged, you stayed close by and occasionally nodded and spoke when the conversations veered towards you. More often than not. Sensing that you had grown slightly uncomfortable, Jing Yuan politely excused you and himself from the conversation and led you to a quiet corner for a breather.

“That must have been too much for you on your first social event. I’m sorry, [Name].”, your brother apologized for not getting you out of it sooner.

“Mm, I’m fine. I should be the one that’s saying sorry in these circumstances, I caused you to cut a potential business deal short.”.

“Nonsense, taking care of you and worrying for your safety is second nature to me. There’s no need to apologize, besides I did not like how that man was eyeing you since the start of the conversation.”, you could hear the annoyance in his voice as he scoffed at the offender.

After a short reprieve, you managed to convince your brother to get back to mingling with the crowd and chastised him to stop worrying about you as you were sure that Fu Xuan is waiting for some good news on new business ventures. Leaving you to your own lonesomeness, you stayed away from the crowd as you slowly sipped on the glass of mocktail in your hands. Noticing that your glass was empty, you were about to get up for a refill when a pair of familiar hands handing you another glass filled your line of sight.

“..Robin?”.

“Hehe~ It has been a long time, [Name]!”, the halovian before you exclaimed.

Nostalgia overtook your senses as you immediately pulled her into a tight hug, not caring how others looked at you in this very moment. Reciprocating your action, Robin returned with one of her own. Off in your own little bubble, you failed to recognize the other halovian standing behind her.

“*ahem*”, the said male cleared his throat, gaining your attention.

“A-ah, I didn’t see you there.. My apologies, it has been a while, Sunday.”.

“It’s quite alright.. Either way, it’s a pleasure to see you again, [Name].”.

Smiling teasingly at you two, Robin nudged him closer and pulled all three of you into a hug.

“R-Robin?!”.

“W-woah?!”.

The hug was albeit awkward, however, he was glad that he got to hold you close. Something about it brings him peace and calms his nerves from the sudden contact. The three of you then broke off and began chatting like old times. Occasionally, one twin would leave to tend to some guests and the other stay when their presence was required, in hopes of keeping you company and to an extent, spend some alone time with you. You were grateful for it and was bemused by their actions. After a few rounds of to and fro with Robin leaving the group, the lights in the theatre finally dimmed. A stray light flashed towards the centre of the stage, a loud round of applause resounded across the room as Robin took the stage.

“A very warm welcome to everyone who has taken the time to attend this special event today. I hope that everyone of you has enjoyed your stay thus far and please look forward to this special concert that the Family has prepared for you! Thank you!”.

The next couple of minutes flew by like a blur, as performers performed one after the other. Finally, it was Robin’s turn to shine. As her gentle voice filled the theatre, everyone in the crowd began slow dancing to the beat. Your brother had opted to look for you, rejecting any offers to a dance, as he wanted to do it with you. However, he was beaten by a certain halovian. He may dislike the man but it didn’t matter if you were fine with it.

“My lady, may I have this dance?”.

“S-sure.”.

Initially, you were shocked that Sunday had asked you for a dance. You thought that he would not mingle with you, but on a closer thought, you had forgotten how much closer the two of you had gotten since the day you had met, thanks to Robin. The thought that currently sticks out the most was, ‘Is it alright that I’m dancing with such an important figure in Penacony?’. Shaking the thought away, you turned your focus back on the dance, wanting to enjoy the moment tonight.

“Is there something bothering you?”, he inquired.

“It’s nothing. I just want to enjoy the night.”, you wondered if he could read your mind.

“Is that so? Then, I hope that this night will be a night to remember for you.”.

Making small talks as you let the halovian take the lead, his steps matching yours to ensure that you do not injure yourself. You danced with him a little longer before your brother whisked you away, proclaiming that he is your next partner as the current song came to an end. The time spent with you may have been short but it was fulfilling, such as having your lingering warmth etched upon his skin..

End of Chapter 3: Reunions & Longing.

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[polin-erospsyche]

Bridgerton Season 3 Part 2 Thoughts

Alright, it’s been a few days since the end of Season 3 Part 2 of Bridgerton, and I’ve had some time to think about all of it and rewatch the show. I have some thoughts. I’m not sure how much this will add to what everybody has already said, but I’m hoping that by writing this, I can free myself from the torment that is my Polin obsession. There are a few points I’d like to hit on, so this will probably be separated into parts.

1. The Break Between Part 1 and Part 2

I’ll start this whole thread with what seems to me like a big reason for which Part 2 was received the way it was in the fandom: the break. Of course, that is not to say that Part 2 was perfect. It wasn’t. I think by now we all agree that something was missing from it. Some used the word “lackluster”; others deemed it “disappointing.” However, what seems interesting to me after having spoken about it with some of my friends who watch it but are nowhere near as invested is that they overall enjoyed Part 2. Some even thought Part 2 was better than Part 1, with more solid storytelling. I personally have come to the conclusion that it is overall a great season and a very entertaining one. With its flaws, of course, but then again, no season of Bridgerton so far was ever perfect.

The difference, then, to me, between casual viewers of the show and the fandom, and maybe what could explain the difference in the level of disappointment we felt after Part 2, is the break. How we lived the break more specifically, and the AMOUNT of media we consumed during it. In effect, this break was essentially a great idea and the worst mistake Netflix could have made. A great idea because it caught a lot of people’s attention. With nothing to do but to wait after that carriage scene of all scenes, the only place to turn to, if you couldn’t get it out of your head, was online with the fan community. And god knows we were fed. Constantly and very, very well. With drops nearly every day, interviews, stills, and everything else, we had plenty to interact with. On top of that, you add fan theories and possible spoilers and a constant assurance that this season would get “very steamy, the steamiest,” and you end up with a lot of hype around Part 2.

I truly believe we might have been disappointed if we had gotten the whole season in one go, but the fallout might not have been as bad because they simply wouldn’t have had the time to build so much hype around it. That was the stupid aspect of putting a break in the middle. Nothing, I think, could have come close to what each one of us hoped and prayed Part 2 could be. It is the eternal problem of expectations vs. reality.

One last thing that I will add to this is the reputation Bridgerton has built for itself over the years. Bridgerton, when it was first released, was new, thrilling, a show that bent convention of traditional historical drama, a show that was steamy. We had a lot in terms of intimacy scenes in Season 1. Then Season 2 came, and fans were disappointed. Then Season 3 rolled along, and fans are finding themselves equally disappointed (now I see there are actually wars being fought over which season between 2 and 3 was the least steamy or showed the least amount of nudity, and I just sit here rolling my eyes because is this really necessary? Anyway, I digress. This is not the point here). We, as a fandom, have come to expect more nudity, more steaminess, more focus on the main couple, and each season for the past two we get disappointed. Season 1, no matter what you may think of it, and Queen Charlotte both delivered, I would say, in terms of focus on the main couple and steamy scenes. That is because both of them had fewer things going on in them, fewer side plots. My friend said something to me that made me laugh: she said that if you expect a romance show focused on the main couple above all else, you will inevitably be disappointed. However, if you make your peace with the fact that the format has changed somewhat, then it’s actually great fun. I personally think that the problem is the format has changed, but Bridgerton is still being sold to us on its original pitch, and if the original pitch is to be kept, then the 8-episode format is nowhere near enough to cram everything in, ending up in a weirdly paced show with disjointed scenes and a disappointed fan base.

Now that the problems have been laid out, and despite the flaws, this season still remains so beautiful, especially due to the complexity in both Colin and Penelope individually and as a couple (which I cannot wait to discuss!). It is worth sitting with it and taking it as a whole and not as a Part 1 and Part 2 😊

[charmedreincarnation]

My experience with my waiting room 🌌🌌

What is a waiting room

Firstly, A waiting room is simpily just another reality within realities where individuals can transition between two different states of being. There are many variations of waiting rooms, but they all serve the same purpose – to bridge the gap between different realities. Personally for me as a permeant shifter, I will eventually make my current waiting room my new point of origin. That just basically means instead of going to heaven or coming back here after “death” or whatever I just go to my waiting room when I’m done with lives. But you can use it however you want, that’s just how I use mine. Or at least I will in the future. A lot of people use it to rest, learn, take mental breaks from various realities and etc :)! You can cater it to you however you like just as you would any other reality because that’s literally what it is.

My first shift to my waiting room

My first ever shift which I had no intentions of going to, was a waiting room of sort. I remember it was winter and I was balls deep into my seasonal depression and I was having a horrible time at work. I literally just wanted to die and I remember using a meditation to calm my crying down, and after a while I forgot about my emotions. I just asked the universe to show me anything atp to prove to me I’m not wasting my time with shifting and it does get better. After a while instead of hearing SpongeBob in the background I heard waves instead. I don’t know where the hell I was but it wasn’t my house anymore. I woke up at a beach, and I immediately knew it wasn’t a dream because I felt the warm sand on my body and when I got into the water, I felt the splash of my feet and saw my reflection clearly. Honestly I was experiencing vivid tranquility so I didn’t really care where I was. I just wasn’t sad or tired anymore. I ended up falling asleep on the beach for what felt like I couple of hours but before I did I just hoped I didn’t have to go to work the next day. Anyways I woke up back in this reality and well work got cancelled because of the weather even though it was not in the forecast. I don’t know if it was a random waiting room reality, or a wish void state of sort, but that was my first real out of body experience.

Anyways that’s not my real waiting room…

I became friends (online)with a sound engineer who got into shifting and wanted to use me as a test subject for a fool proof shifting subliminal using science and experiments. Well it obviously worked and I shifted to a real waiting room with intention! It was my first actual shift that I intended, and I was super happy. I spent a whole day there basically just exploring all my options. Switching the aesthetics of my waiting room like a phone case or something lol. I added various amenities, experimented spawning in people and various animals etc etc. after I came back I still had no idea what I wanted my waiting room to look like but I made this a problem for later tbh. It was a very enriching experience regardless :)

Here are the links to the subs btw sub 1, sub 2. you can also explore all the other subliminals he created, as he has a bunch !

after sometime I ended up meeting some super dope people who are all probably my twin flames and we have a group waiting room now. This makes more sense because it wasn’t the waiting room was that was the problem, I just don’t want to be alone and I love people! Plus I will spend a while in my wr and use it for essentially eternity so I’m glad I figured out my problem and filled it with awesome fulfilling people :)!

Anyways I know this wasn’t very long, vivid, or specific but I don’t spend much time in wrs as of now ..and very much use this reality as my break between realities. But if you have any more specific questions my asks are ofc open 💗

[mayhaps-a-blog]

OK, having seen Tales of the Empire, I don't think the Thrawn stuff is as retconned as people are shouting about. Gotta get a bit puzzle-piece here - fitting pieces together - but it does all work out.

1. We don't know what Pellaeon was doing before he served under Savit, or even what he was doing while serving under Savit. His connection with Thrawn on screen could be seen as a close partnership, but honestly, could equally be a one-time introduction: Pellaeon attends a presentation on a new starfighter, Savit (if presents) grunts that it's too expensive, Pellaeon is intrigued by the design and looks up an Admiral who might be interested, forwarding the idea along. Thrawn picks it up, gets Pellaeon to arrange an introduction of his choice, they amicably part ways until Treason.

Thrawn: "I want to make sure she can fight. Sneak in my assassin to try and kill her."

Pellaeon: "...Yes, sir (?!?)"

Thrawn: "You can wait below until she wins. I'll lurk menacingly on the balcony."

Pellaeon: (mental sigh. There's worse people in the Empire, such as that blithering Moff) "Alright. Fine. Sure. Whatever. You got it, sir." (I am never working with this nutjob again.) (Two years later: kriff.)

2. Elspeth was active on Corvus, but they stated pretty directly that they were only interested in the raw materials. Lothal had specifically the fuel refinery and doomium mines. So, strip mine Lothal, harvest Corvus, assemble the parts on Corvus in the factories and ship the final pieces to Lothal for assembly, fueling, and testing. Pretty standard for large-scale production, these days - almost nothing is harvested, designed, and produced all in the same place. Even the Death Star had multiple bases for production - more, if you count the prison labor in Andor, and wherever they were shipping the raw materials from. Andor was just parts assembly!

3. They never said that Thrawn had the 7th Fleet - he said "my fleet", which is also just a term for a large group of ships. Could easily have been referring to his Task Force, which he had as an admiral, when speaking with a civilian (Elspeth) and thus using the informal term.

There's a few points I can understand people being upset about - Thrawn's no longer the TIE Defender's initial designer, although how much he may have improved on before the final design is unknown. This is in line with Legends, where we see less of a direct hand from Thrawn and more of a "collect all the genius designers to work for me" in terms of practical engineering, but we see him tinkering more in Canon, so arguments could be made either way as to how it should go. I will point out that something as complex and large as a ship would definitely not have one singular designer - that is a team effort, with the project lead's name getting stamped on the final package but a whole host of experts right underneath.

My personal quibble is that Pellaeon seems eternally stuck in his 60s-70s - this has to be at least 10 years before his cameo in the Mandalorian, and yet he looks exactly the same! Did his hair ever have color or is he just forever an old man? XD

[mobius-m-mobius]

I cannot believe that season. truly just. there was not a single episode I didn't sit down to without a genuine conviction that *this* would be the episode where they spit all over everything I loved about the show. I braced constantly throughout the episodes as they kept setting themselves up for Very Stupid story choices only to pull the rug and go "HAHA surprise, idiot!!! We've given you exactly what you wanted <3". until the final episode which was NOT what I wanted and also exponentially better storytelling and character development than any of the ideal scenarios I'd constructed.

something deeply meta about it all. truly a chaos season for the chaos god, where the most chaotic, unexpected, transformative thing they can do is to be good.

Spent the day processing my love for this season only to have your message sum my thoughts and feelings up perfectly, thank you so very much for sending it 💖

Same as you, not for a second did I go in truly expecting anything from s2. Owen and Mobius have my heart, always will, so primarily the show was a vehicle to provide whatever crumbs of his scenes and chemistry with Tom I could get and with the start of every episode I braced for the moment that would get ruined in some way, only to be continually hit with everything I've ever wanted in a show or pairing right up until the finale. Which, while not what I would've chosen, was beautifully crafted and an almost Shakespearean tragic romance that will haunt me for the rest of my days and is still infinitely better than the nightmare scenarios I'd been floating around in my mind so at least there's that and it's impossible not to be thankful for eps 1-5 for giving content anyone could dream of and more 😅

Besides the obvious ending, I'm mostly crushed our Loki and Mobius didn't get a proper goodbye but honestly believe Loki decided to seek out s1 Mobius instead knowing s2 Mobius loved him too much to ever let his sacrifice happen and it would've been too much to bear, so having made his mind up already he at least tried to visit a version most likely to validate his choice. Just wish the Mobius now waiting until the end of time had at least a similar opportunity, but I'm just thankful he didn't lose his memories and could make his own decision that his faith in Loki is what's carried him before and will continue to do so now.

The flip of their characterization from order or chaos is exactly what has me convinced Lokius will reunite because how can they not with such an open ended future?? Even in separation they revolve around each other and they're the only ones left wanting. Mobius and his life are in ruins with nothing but the passage of time and possibility of some spent with Loki ahead while Loki's surely going to find a way to meet halfway when the choice of order has not only made him potentially the most powerful being in existence but one who spends eternity looking at the only person who ever saw him back.

[imagineitdearies]

Do you have any writing tips when it comes to building tension?

You are so good at it! I see the happy ending tag, I know the happy ending is coming and yet I've never been so stressed out.

Hi anon! What a great but complicated question 😂

Tension is intrinsically tied to so many other aspects of a story. For instance, you have to spend time on character development--if your readers don't care about the character all this is happening to, why would it matter what they're facing?

Another big one is to develop a conflict that continues to raise the stakes--in Perfect Slaughter, Tyrus starts out with the conflict of Cazador forcing eternal slavery on him, right? But that's only the beginning. Tension rises as he develops a relationship, because then the antagonist can also threaten the one source of joy/love he has, which is arguably even more important. Giving your protagonist more to lose throughout a story really heightens the stakes!

I'll cover just a couple more: foreshadowing and pacing.

Foreshadowing is a huge tool, because how else would the reader know what to fear/anticipate? I like to create conflict even in my foreshadowing, too. In Perfect Slaughter, there's all kinds of story beats and scenes where having hope and doing good increases love/happiness (at a cost), and succumbing to corruption and evil helps you gain power (at a cost). These two different truths battle each other a lot and sit in conflict with each other, building up the tension as readers wait in anticipation for which truth the narrative will follow and which cost is worth it. Sidenote: when you have two threads of foreshadowing that seem irreconcilable, having a third, more subtle truth that trumps them both at the end really pays off the tension in an exciting way.

When it comes to pacing, you can add tension if you vary the fast action scenes and the slow, contemplative scenes, because readers can always be anticipating a change (when it's slow, it's about to ramp up; when it's fast, they can reward themselves with a cooldown if they keep reading). If it was high stakes all the time, that would get boring pretty quick.

And one more thing about endgame pacing--keep a "rule of three" when it comes to failures in building up tension for the final conflict, though I would personally say "at least three," haha. And if it's a long story, you can mitigate that by having overarching failures as well as failures in the climax itself. (spoiler warning for recent events below!!)

Some overarching failures in Perfect Slaughter include but are not limited to: 1) Tyrus forms an alliance with Ulma, but it goes nowhere, 2) When he tries to slow down the Ascension, Cazador quickly learns and intervenes, and 3) When he starts enacting his plan, the other people involved in it change things up!

Failures in the climax: 1) Lady Amanita, 2) Cazador coerces Tyrus into drinking the sick victim, 3+) **Pending** lol.

These should be broken up by successes, of course, like Tyrus learning how to control Chatterteeth, allying with Lady Incognita, marrying the Ascension rite and Perfect Slaughter rite together, etc. Basically crafting a "Will they, won't they?" of the highest order with your main conflict!

There's so much to story crafting, so others can feel free to add commentary/advice! But I hope this was helpful 💙

[greyspirehollow]

MURDER AT THE HOSPITAL

Chapter 1

Warnings : medical talk ; mentions of violence ; interrogation ; pictures of a corpse ; swearing ; I may have not listed it all, viewer discretion is advised

I would rate this chapter and the overall fic 16 +

Julian Devorak sat in the interrogation room, his fingers nervously tapping on the table in front of him. The room had dark walls, ceiling and floor, and he couldn’t see the people watching him on the other side of the glass. There was a single light bulb illuminating the room in a cold light, making the room even more oppressing. He could hear his heart hammering against his ribs restlessly, his leg twitching. He was on the verge of counting the seconds he was spending there – he felt as if he’d been waiting here for an eternity… Julian couldn’t deny all of this was eating at him already…

He jolted when the door to the interrogation room opened, quite harshly, and he tried his best to sit straight and not look nervous. The same red-haired police officer came in and sat down, giving him an annoyed glare. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t think he ever caught their name…

“Alright.” they started with a heavy sigh, letting the folder in their hands fall on the table. They opened it, and by their demeanor, Julian could tell they were already pissed and tense. He swallowed thickly as they started dispatching pictures onto the table. He felt his heart drop into his stomach as he recognized the cadaver of the morgue.

Teeth.

Jaw.

Skull.

He looked away, exhaling a shuddering breath. The officer crossed their arms onto the table, frowning at him. “what, can’t bear to look at it?” the doctor got a hold of himself and looked back at the officer. Gods, they looked merciless… “I-I have… I mean I’ve seen it in person but it’s still… It… It used to be a person, you know…?” the officer didn’t reply right away, their eyes still fixated on him. He knew it was an intimidation technique… It was working-

“I recall you told me you worked in the army? Care to expand on that?” they said

“I… yes.” this was easier to talk about at least. “I was in CCC. Uhm- Combat Casualty Care… Or field surgery, if you prefer. I had to… Treat the wounds of the soldiers on the battlefield.” the officer nodded, and once again, Julian noticed how their eyebrows relaxed slightly. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was because that fact inspired them some sort of respect… He shook his head slightly. He was probably getting the wrong idea…

The officer then took out another two pictures from the files. A family photo and a picture of a man’s face. A picture which had probably been taken for an ID or similar things. The man had short buzzcut hair and a few tattoos on his neck.

“do you recognize any of the people in these pictures?” the officer asked coldly. Julian shook his head.

“no. They… I’ve never seen any of them before.”

The officer nodded and then tapped the picture of only the man’s face.

“Ronald Averton. Went by ‘Rick’ with his friends. 36 years old, no criminal record whatsoever. I wonder what the hell drove his rotting corpse into the morgue of your hospital…”

Julian was convinced he was sweating. He swallowed thickly and shook his head.

“I have no idea, ss…-” he squeezed his eyes, momentarily confused “-...ir?”

“officer.”

“officer.” he hurriedly corrected himself, nodding. He could feel both his legs drumming under the table. Meanwhile, they looked down at the pictures again. It was clear they were still annoyed but the way they drew out the silence… He knew it was a trick. He knew it was on purpose. But… But hells, it worked too damn well on him. He just started nervously nipping at his lower lip when the officer spoke again

“I get it you spend most of your time at the hospital?”

Julian nodded quickly

“Y-yes. The whole day.”

“You know I was wondering- you’re a hematologist right?”

“Yes officer.”

“wouldn’t you have a clinic outside of the hospital? I’m guessing you have your own patients…”

“I do, it’s just… Vesuvia’s Central Hospital gathers different medical fields all in one, uhm, a-and well its surface being big it allows more… L-like there are a lot more wings than in a regular hospital – of course it can’t possibly compare to Prakran hospitals but – the point is there are clinics inside the hospital. A-and uhm… mine is situated in the East wing.”

The officer raised an eyebrow at Julian’s explanation, almost looking bored

“So you’re just at the Hospital all the time?”

“Yes officer.” Julian replied again, feel like his spine was about to snap with how tense it was.

“oh.” they leaned back in their chair, crossing their arms over their chest. How come they be so calm ??? He felt like a piece of jelly on top of a washing machine ! Besides, it’s not like he never managed to tame his stress – he had amputated people on the battlefield for goodness sake!

… But this was no battlefield. There were no bombs, no shots, no grenades… Everything was eerily still, and the air felt thick and dense with tension. The implications of this case were significant… There was a threat out there. A tangible one. Not like the war, where the threat was in front of you, loud, facing you ; the enemy was there, a few meters away from you. But this enemy…? It was invisible for now. It would sneak around. It would not say it’s here, or fire an arm at you. It would do everything to avoid being seen… Because this wasn’t war. This was probably a single human being actively ending the lives of others.

As his thoughts and heart raced with the sheer gravity of the situation dawning on him, Julian looked into the officer’s eyes. What were they thinking…? He tried his best to try and read the lines of their face but… He could only make out their furrowed brows and slightly pursed lips. They seemed annoyed, but Julian couldn’t make out anything other than that… Maybe he just wasn’t able to. He hadn’t made psychology studies anyway…

They sighed and briefly closed their eyes.

“Where were you on Monday ? During the afternoon?”

Julian blinked, trying to grasp at his memories of that day

“Uuh… Monday….” he paused, his gaze drifting to the empty wall to think better. “I was in the lab. I didn’t have any appointments that day, and it was… Less busy than others. It was a good day, you can say.” Once he was done replying, he looked back at the officer, who nodded slowly. He could feel they were getting a little frustrated, but kept it to themselves for the sake of the procedure. Their fingers drummed on their arm as they thought about what to ask next. They reached for the file again, their biceps and forearm muscles flexing slightly. That’s when Julian realized their arms weren’t chubby, but muscular. His eyes widened at the unfortunate realization they could probably body slam him if they wanted to. Well this was just getting better and better…

The red-haired officer heavily sighed again, their head leaning back briefly, exasperated. “Well ! You’re obviously not our man. You would’ve spilled the beans by now…” ...would he? Julian frowned. He was a little skeptical, and felt as if they probably were drawing conclusions too soon… But why did he even care? He was innocent-

The officer gathered the pictures back into the file and stood up from the chair. They undid their low bun and ran a hand through their shoulder length bright red hair with another heavy sigh. They walked towards the door, grumbling : “You can leave.” They promptly left the door open for Julian to do so.

He sat a moment longer in the room, slightly dumbfounded. He blinked a few times. Was that a test? His brows furrowed together. He stood up from the chair slowly and looked out in the corridor. There was only one other officer ; however they saw the one who had interrogated him come to a halt further to the right. His eyes widened when he saw they were talking with Valdemar. He felt his stomach churn anxiously… If Valdemar was involved, he had to know, if only for his own safety.

He nonchalantly walked towards a vending machine which was within eavesdropping distance from the two. Valdemar was smiling – of course they were – and the red-haired officer was looking up at them with a very annoyed frown. They hadn’t started talking just yet, they were just glaring at each other… Julian pretended to look through the vending machine’s snacks, hands in his pockets.

“… So. Back at it again, huh?” the red-haired officer started.

“I believe you interrogated me already, Vulgora” Valdemar argued, calm as ever.

“I know I did ! But I also know this isn’t the first time you come here -”

“I have bailed myself out ; I have no charges against me anymore…” they said smugly

“You are !! That’s the most infuriating part !!”

Oh right… Julian had heard of that before… Rumors about the chief of neurosurgery participating in organ trafficking. He shivered at the thought, and forced himself to look back at the snack bars in the vending machine…

Vulgora continued.

“Why do you think you’re my prime suspect??”

“Your? So you’re the one leading the case? My…”

“D-! j-!! don’t you give me none of that shit -!!”

“Well if you want to have the most chances on your side…” they looked at Julian. He just knew it. His heart hammered in his chest. “… You might want to be warry of nosey little ears…” They smirked and looked back at Vulgora, who sharply looked at Julian.

The doctor shakily slid a coin in the machine, before chosing a can of ice-tea. He slowly and awkwardly picked it up as he heard the footsteps of the officer stomp towards him. He gulped and before they could reach him he turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Fast.

“HEY !!”

Then ran down the corridor, Vulgora on his tail, while Valdemar smirked to themselves. Julian turned a corner and scarcely avoided collision with someone midway through the next corridor.

“woah there !” Liam’s voice rang with a slight awkward chuckle as he took a few steps back. Julian stopped in his tracks, ready to apologize but let out a startled yelp when he felt Vulgora’s grip on his wrist. “YOU ARE NOT G- oh-” They stopped, looking at Liam. They looked between the two men before harshly letting go of Julian, a flush of embarrassment on their cheeks. They turned to Liam. “WHAT?!”

The scientist just raised his hands in surrender “I simply came around to… See how things went.” he cleared his throat. “The lab’s results should arrive by tomorrow. Most of them, anyway.” Vulgora calmed down slightly, nodding. Julian tried to fix his stance again and to look casual, but he couldn’t help his eyes from wandering over Liam’s face, not paying too much attention to the conversation. Gods… He was really cute.

His heard did a little leap when his grey eyes met Liam’s nearly black own. The scientist raised a cruious eyebrow and smiled “if it isn’t our third prime suspect…” Julian cringed a little but chuckled it off

“In the flesh.”

“Ah- I would hope so!” Liam laughed, and Julian found himself chuckling along. Much to Vulgora’s despair, it seemed. They cringed themselves when a certain someone peeked around the corner, their curious eyes coming in to spy on the scenery.

“What do we have here?” they asked, tilting their head. Julian internally sighed and looked towards Liam instead. He was… Surprised to find him equally intrigued by Valdemar’s arrival, and not off-put right away like most were. But before they could exchange a word, Vulgora chimed in “OK, alright -!! Thanks Liam for the info,, and Valdemar and Devorak I’m done with you both, you can respectively walk back to your vehicles and GO HOME !!” they said, as they pushed the two doctors towards the exit of the station, leaving them a little confused. Julian tried to protest, but the doors of the police station drew closer, and so ultimately he gave up. He sighed, and watched as Valdemar stepped out, subtly rolling their eyes at Vulgora’s behavior. He stood in the hall awkwardly, waiting for the neurosurgeon to be at a good distance before reaching for the door. However Liam’s hand stopped him. He felt his heart jump as he whipped around to look at him. Gods, he could feel the flush on his face… It was embarrassing-

The scientist slipped a little piece of paper in his hand, smiling. He looked aside briefly, a bit of a flush onto his own cheeks “Just in case you get bored.” he simply said. With that, he gave Julian one last, slightly nervous smile. The doctor watched him go, slightly taken aback. He then came back to his senses and opened the folded piece of paper, revealing the scientist’s phone number.

Julian chuckled. “The oldest trick in the book…” he mumbled to himself, genuinely amused. With that, he left the police station, his chest feeling less tight with anxiety than when he came in.

Author's note : I apologize if this first chapter is a little rushed, I just really was excited to share :')) I may or may not come back to it to make some adjustments/modifications, and if so, I will let you know if it happens !

feedback is highly appreciated !! especially about the overall writing and what kind of warnings there should be,, or the rating