#Celebrity jewelry sightings

[whoworewhatjewels]

Who Wore What Jewels Weekly

Who Wore What Jewels Weekly

This week in the world of high fashion and dazzling accessories, some of our favorite celebrities have outdone themselves. From Oscar-winning actress Michelle Yeoh unveiling Mikimoto’s latest high jewelry collection, ‘The Bows’, just in time for Paris Haute Couture Week, to the stunning custom dragon grill and piercing arrow piece showcased by House of Dragons star Emma D’Arcy, the jewelry game…

[lovebugism]

Shy!reader who has never had a valentine and Steve who pulls out alllll the stops to make up for this—flowers, chocolate, jewelry, candles, a nice dinner, even stuff like a teddy bear and those cheesy kid valentines

happy love day <3 — steve helps his shy gf celebrate her very first valentine's day (shy!reader, established relationship, cw for brief mentions of anxiety, 1k)

Valentine’s Day afternoon is grey and gloomy, but your beaming makes up for it. You’re smiling wide and sparkling with it the second you see Steve waiting for you in the parking lot outside your work. He’d promised to pick you up, yes, but you’re always giddy at the sight of him.

“Hey, babe,” the boy greets with his own grin, crooked and perfectly pink. 

He looks all cool, leaning against the driver’s side of his car. Pristine sneakers crossed over one another, sweater sleeves pushed up to his elbows, strands of cinnamon hair draping his forehead — how are you supposed to do anything but melt for him?

“Hi,” you respond in a tinier voice, walking closer to him now. You duck your chin to your chest and peer at him through your lashes, always so painfully shy.

“Did you have a good day?”

“It was alright,” you shrug and plant yourself in front of him. The deep scent of cologne staining his shirt combines with the earthy scent of impending rain. The concoction makes you dizzy. “Kept thinking about seeing you the whole time, though.”

Your confession makes the bridge of his chiseled nose scrunch. 

“Well, that makes two of us,” he quips before revealing the bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back. A small thing wrapped in pale pink tissue paper — pastel lavenders and pale baby’s breath — as pretty and delicate as you are.

You light up instantly, eyes glittering as they flit from the bushel of flowers to Steve’s proud grin. “You got me flowers?” you wonder, quiet with disbelief. You take them with a soft, trembling hand.

Steve shrugs. “‘Course I did.”

You bury your nose in the perfumed florals and flash a sheepish look over them. “No boy’s ever gotten me flowers before…”

Steve knows this. He knows you’ve never had a valentine before him — that you’ve never been with anyone the way you’ve been with him. It’s why he’s always so soft and perfectly patient with you.

“‘Cause other boys are stupid,” he says, grinning when it makes you giggle. He takes another step closer to you and smooths his warm palms over your arms. His thumbs rub gently along the outsides of your elbow. “Do you like them?”

“I love them,” you insist, smiling so wide it hurts. “They’re gonna look so pretty in my room.”

“Want me to take you home then? So you can get ready for tonight?”

Your brows pinch at his mischievous tone. “What’s tonight?”

“Dinner. I wanna take you to that fancy, new Italian place in the city.”

“Oh.” Your panic is subtle but still written all over your face. You’re not good at going out — you’re worse at trying new things. Steve’s certainly made you braver, but you’re always a little timid at heart. 

Steve knows this and assures with a soft smile, “But we don’t have to if you don’t want. It was just a suggestion.”

“I want to,” you hear yourself say.

His brows raise, visibly shocked. “You do?”

There’s something about the way he looks at you, with a glimmer in his deep brown eyes, that makes you bold. You nod once, firm and foreignly confident. “Yeah.”

Steve tries not to be too obvious about his smiling, but he wears his love for you all over his face without trying. “Then let’s go.”

—————

Rain beats heavy against the window of the candle-lit restaurant, a wild and delicate cadence. The flickering flame paints Steve’s smile golden while his eyes glow a shining amber. He tries to woo you like you’re not wearing the pretty dress he bought you — like you’re not wearing his initial in a pendant dangling between your breasts.

“You’re the Obi-Wan for me,” he jokes before taking a hearty bite of his steak. He chews through the mouthful and gestures with his fork. “You know. Like only one—”

“I get it,” you assure with a sickly sweet smile.

He’s been doing this for a better part of an hour. The Valentine’s Day crowd rushed in, and your waiter got your order wrong, and the whole thing spun you into a tizzy. Steve’s been trying to distract you from your nerves ever since. And it’s worked. Mostly.

“Well, you’re not laughing!” he retorts, playful in his solemnity. “That one was good— you gotta give me some credit.”

“It was,” you assure with a quiet nod. You don’t say it like you mean it, but more like you’re trying to appease him.

“Are you saying you can come up with a better one?” he teases.

You think for a moment, doe eyes flitting across the droplets sliding down the window beside you. Your glossed lips purse all pretty to the side with the weight of your pondering. A smile tugs slow at your lips when you turn back to him. “Obi-Wan Ke-bone-me.”

A laugh sputters from Steve’s mouth. As pure and innocent as sunshine. He nods with a proud, lopsided smile. “You’re right. That was way better.”

“I Obi-Want you tonight,” you follow, giggling still.

“You are on fire tonight, you know that?”

You laugh again, louder this time. Steve beams at the pretty sound and waits until you’ve scooped a too-big bite of pasta in your mouth to compliment you. “You’re so pretty…” he murmurs in a low, honeyed tone. His eyes sparkle with amber, warm and visibly fond.

You stop mid-chew to scowl. You’re too cute to look threatening — especially when you’ve got spare sauce dotted on the corner of your mouth. “Stop…” you scold after you’ve swallowed down the mouthful.

Steve laughs, loud and boyish. “You are!”

“You’re being too nice…” you grouse with your nose scrunched.

“I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to be nice.”

“But not this nice,” you insist, smiling despite yourself. You twirl noodles around your fork to busy your fidgeting hand. Your sheepish gaze flits from the half-empty plate to the beautiful boy in front of you. “I think you’re starting to ruin everyone else for me, Stevie…”

His chest sparkles with a warmer feeling. “Well, yeah,” he shrugs. “That was kinda the plan here, babe.”

“Was it?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods and folds his arms over the white-clothed table. He grins wide and leans in close.  His cinnamon eyes sparkle with a mixture of adoration and mischief. “You fell right into my trap.”

You smile back at him, so happy that you did.

[yaksha-lover]

Summary: After the events of ghost bride, Vil and Leona decide to continue their competition to determine who is the best suitor. They decide you, being new to the school, are the best option to try and romance.

Multi x GN Reader (Leona, Vil, Ace, Deuce, Floyd, Rook, Azul, Malleus)

Part 2

“Yeah, whatever, you failed too. Doesn’t mean a thing. Any sane person would’ve chosen me over you,” Leona snarks.

“Prove it, then. Let’s choose someone else and we’ll be able to determine who the real winner is,” Vil replies, not bothering to look up from the compact he’s using to apply his makeup.

Leona’s ears perk a little at the idea, but he turns his nose up at it anyway. “Like who? Everyone at this school’s already stepping over each other to get a picture with you. Not exactly a fair competition, blondie.”

“Our dear prefect hasn’t been at the school long, and they’ve never known me as a celebrity since they’re from another world. It seems they would be the fairest way to continue our little competition,” Vil pauses, looking back over at Leona. “If that’s okay with you, your majesty.”

Leona rolls his eyes. “Old bride clearly had no taste. At least the prefect won’t have all these delusional biases about their ‘prince,’” he grumbles. “Fine, they’ll do.”

“Alright, then whoever can get them to accept an invitation to the upcoming semi-formal will be the winner.”

“Deal. Try not to feel too hurt by their rejection, it’s not as though you can compete with a real prince like myself.”

“I’m not worried, you hardly qualify as a prince, lazy second-son that you are. Unless you’re planning to actually try for once? Could it be you have another motivation for wooing the prefect?”

“As if I would go for a pathetic little herbivore like them. I’m in this to prove a point to you, that’s all,” Leona huffs. “You’re the one who suggested them. Projecting, are we?”

Vil smirks at his denial. “My, my, quite the tsundere little kitty you are. I have no reason to deny, I have become quite fond of them recently. Enough to stop you from becoming a perpetual nuisance in their life, at least.”

-

The next day, you sit at your usual lunch table with Ace, Deuce, and Grim, when a certain grumpy lion approaches you.

“Herbivores,” Leona says, narrowing his eyes at the sight of Grim devouring an entire leg of chicken. He turns his gaze to you. “Get up, prefect, I need to talk to you.”

“Kinda busy,” you mumble, mouth full of food.

“Why, hello prefect,” Vil greets, walking over from his table where Rook and Epel watch on. “Ah, let me get that for you.” He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, gently tilting your face when you look up at him and dabbing at the corner of your mouth. “Now you look perfect.” Vil looks up at Leona, saccharine smile ablaze. “Was this man bothering you?”

You ignore his strange behaviour and decide to just continue eating.

Leona glares at him, spotting the rose in Vil’s hand. “Aren’t you about to do the same thing, Schoenheit?”

Vil scoffs, glimpsing the small jewelry box Leona is subtly holding behind his back. “Hardly. I was simply checking in on my dear friend, who seemed distressed by your presence.”

Between Grim looking over at your food every two seconds and the bickering going on above your head, you decide to give in and let him have the rest of yours. “…I think I’m just going to leave.”

The two housewardens are too busy bickering to notice you making your escape, leaving them with the rest of your table.

“I never knew you felt so threatened by me. You really had to resort to sabotaging my attempts?”

“I was not! You just happened to be in the way of my own plans,” Vil dismisses.

Ace finally looks up from his lunch to address the situation. “What’s up with you, housewardens? Why are you hovering around the prefect like that?”

“Stick your nose out of this, freshman. It’s none of your business.”

Vil sighs. “If you must know, I wish to ask the prefect to attend the semi-formal as my date. I came to ask them.”

Ace looks back in forth in surprise between Vil and Leona. “You too, Leona? Huh, never figured you’d be interested in anyone but yourself.”

“Don’t lump me in with him. This is just a competition for me. Neither of us won when trying to charm the ghost, so now I’m going to take my victory over him.”

Ace relaxes a little at his words, turning to the other housewarden. “You’re doing this for a competition, Vil? I know Leona is shameless, but surely you’d never stoop to his level?”

“It’s not just for the competition. I do like the prefect, but now I have the chance to take them to the dance and to show Leona how much more charming I am than him.”

“I mean, I hate to rain on your guys parade but I think it’s a lost cause. The prefect definitely likes me. We’re best friends after all, so they’d probably choose me if I asked.” Ace says nonchalantly, earning him a glare from Deuce. “Not that I’m interested in them! Obviously, I don’t care. But, uh, if it’s a competition, of course I have to win.”

Deuce rolls his eyes: “You’re such an idiot. And wrong. I’m their best friend.”

“And where do you think you’re going?” Vil asks Leona when he starts to walk away.

“To nap. It’s exhausting dealing with you children. Try not to get in my way, next time,” Leona replies, not bothering to turn around as he saunters away.

-

The next time you’re approached by the housewardens is in the hallway after class. You jump in surprise when a hand reaches around your waist to pull you into an empty classroom. The long brown hair that tickles your face gives you a pretty good idea of who the culprit is.

“Prefect,” Leona greets casually , as if he didn’t just basically kidnap you with no explanation.

“What are you doing? Will you let go of me, please,” you sigh.

Leona loosens his grip and turns you around in his arms to face him. He brushes a hand over your cheek, tucking a stray piece of hair out of your face. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” he says, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. He’s so close his breath brushes over your neck.” “For me to let go of you?”

“Leona?! I-”

Your response is interrupted by the sound of a bell and the noise of chatting students approaching the classroom you currently occupy. You and Leona fling apart, but there isn’t enough time for you to calm your flustered face before Floyd, just entering the room, is able to see it.

“Shrimpy! What are you doing in here with sea lion?” Floyd takes in your embarrassed expression. “You haven’t been doing anything naughty, have you? And without me?”

“Nothing happened, eel. Let’s go, prefect.”

“Now you’re trying to take shrimpy away after hogging them all to yourself?”

“Sorry, Floyd,” you appease, not wanting to get into another ridiculous situation, “but he’s right. I have a class to get to.”

“Class is boring. I’d much rather be playing with you, but suit yourself. I’ll just have to squeeze you sometime later!”

Leona trails behind you as you walk to your next class, demanding an explanation from him.

“So why did you try and seduce me?”

“Seduce? You’re so perverted. Have you forgotten I’m a prince? I was only trying to-”

His reasoning is interrupted by Crewel’s glare as you silently head into class and take your spot beside Ace, leaving Leona to get a talking to for making you late.

-

“Leona and Vil have both been acting so weird lately, and I don’t know why.”

You miss the side-eye Ace and Deuce give each other as they ‘uh huh’ your venting.

“So,” Ace says, leaning towards you a bit, “Have you heard of the upcoming dance?” He winces when Deuce kicks him from under the table. “It’s kinda stupid, but if you wanted to go-”

“Trappola! Quiet or you’ll have extra work to do after class.”

Crewel seemed to be saving you a lot today.

-

Later, you notice Vil ahead of you, walking by himself through the halls. He drops something on the ground, but walks away before you can call out to him. Picking up his dropped handkerchief, you rush after him, finding yourself in yet another dim, empty classroom.

“Vil?” you call. He turns around, and you hold his lost item out to him. “You dropped this.”

His eyes light up and he smiles when he sees what you’ve brought. “Oh! Thank you so much, dear.” He approaches you, suddenly dropping a kiss on your cheek, making your face heat up. He winks. “Just a little reward for your endless kindness.”

“Uh, it was nothing, really.”

“Nonsense!” Vil leans against the wall, filling your view. “In fact, let me repay you. Do you have some time now?”

Before you can respond, someone flickers the lights on, the brightness now revealing the room was less empty than you assumed. The sound of a violin fills your ears as you spot Rook in the corner of the room, playing beautifully. Epel stands in front of a small table, set with two plates and a vase of roses in the middle. He blushes a little when you spot him, giving you a gentle wave. Both of them wear suits. Epel approaches Vil to remove his school overcoat to put on a more traditional suit jacket.

Still lost in confusion, you let Vil guide you to your seat at the table. He sits down across from you, taking your hands into his. Epel brings out a slice of chocolate cake, setting it between you, before going to sit near Rook.

“Ah, I hope you don’t mind sharing, dear.” He winks again. “You know, I really would like to repay you for your act of kindness.”

“Did you just- have this all set up? In case you dropped something…? It’s really nothing, it took me literally two seconds to return.”

“So humble, it’s one of your many fantastic qualities. I am serious about treating you, though. You know the upcoming dance?” You nod, not liking where this is going. “How about I accompany-”

Before he can finish, the door flies open and Leona struts in. He, seemingly, is not fazed by this set up in the middle of an empty classroom.

He ignores Vil and the others completely, turning to you. “Prefect, we never finished our conversation from earlier,” he grumbles.

“You’re right. Sorry, Vil, but it would be rude to keep him waiting. I better just-”

“Please, I have something important to ask you. Just one moment of you time is all I ask.” Vil places him arm on your shoulder.

“They already made up their mind, Schoenheit. Back off, they wanna come with me.” Leona grabs hold of your hand, trying to tug you out of Vil’s grasp.

Vil does not give in, taking hold of your other hand. “Putting words into their mouth, Kingscholar? They were about to choose me.”

Stuck between the two of them, locked in a glaring contest, you try to pull your arms from both of them.

“Merveilleux!” Rook stops playing his violin, approaching the group of you. “To have two beautiful men trying to make you swoon, c’est le paradis!Would you like me to become a contender for your heart as well?” Rook sweeps his arms around you gently, before Leona pushes him off.

“Fuck off, I don’t need another one of you pomefiore brats swarming around them.”

Rook turns back to you. “He’s quite possessive, are you into that type of man, I wonder? I can be that type too~”

“I’ve gotta go,” you say, taking this chance to run out of the class.

-

You’re asked to sit in on a meeting with the teachers and housewardens, which Vil and Leona decide to use as their last opportunity to win once most of the others have left. Only you, Leona, Vil, and Azul remain, still packing up your things.

“Prefect? I apologize to bother you again, but if I could, I’d still love to ask you-”

Vil is, once again, interrupted before he can finish.

“Prefect,” Leona says, touching your cheek. You turn to face him just in time for him to pull out a jewelry box from his pocket, popping it open in front of you. “I-”

“What the hell? Are you actually proposing to me?!”

“What are you on about?” It’s only then that Leona seems to realize your confusion. “A ring, Ruggie?? I said get something nice, not a ring!”

Ruggie strolls in from around the corner, shrugging. “I’ve never even seen jewelry this expensive before. How would I know what you wanted me to get? I’ll take it if they don’t want it.” He pauses, suddenly remembering something. “Also, did you still want me to bring in the flowers? There’s four hundred roses just sitting in the other room.”

You turn back to Leona incredulously. “Why did you send Ruggie to- Forget it, why have you guys been acting so strange?”

“Leona and Vil made a bet on who could get you to agree to go as their date to the semi-formal. It seems their small, fragile egos were quite bruised from their rejection by the ghost bride,” Azul interjects, finally looking up from his book at the corner of the table.

Vil stares at him. “You truly have no loyalty nor shame.”

“Says you,” you quip.

“Yes, it’s quite pitiful. I heard rumours and used my resources to discover the truth. I thought you deserved to know, prefect.” Azul stands from his chair, approaching where you’re sitting to place a hand on your shoulder. “Now, if you still wanted to attend the event with someone who wasn’t planning on manipulating you into it, I would be happy to offer my services.”

Your narrowed eyes prompts Azul’s swift apology.

“Ah, I see now was not the correct time. I shall make my exit.” He leaves the room along with Ruggie, leaving you three alone.

“What is wrong with both of you? You didn’t learn your lesson with Eliza? It’s messed up to play with a person’s feelings like this, I’m not your little prop.”

“Prefect-” Vil starts, cutting himself off at the look you give him.

You give them each one last glare before walking out the door, barely hiding your laughter.

-

“You’re quite the actor, my dear,” Malleus says, slipping your hand into his own as the two of you walk towards Ramshackle.

“I know,” you laugh, “Did you see their faces? I think that’s the first time in his life Leona’s ever looked guilty. His tail was definitely between his legs.”

“Yes, it was rather unbecoming of him,” Malleus chuckles, before stopping his stride. “Although, you could have simply let them know you already belong to another.”

“True, but it shouldn’t really matter. It’s not as though they’re actually interested. They clearly just think of me as some kind of prize to win in an ego competition. Plus, it’ll certainly make a scene when we walk in to the dance together, won’t it?”

Malleus sighs, pulling you into his arms to drop a kiss on your head, before continuing to walk you home. “You are far too naive, my love. Not to worry, you have me to protect you from those beasts.”

[crushpunky]

actress!reader supports drew at his premiere

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based on a couple different asks + the queer premiere in LA <3

Y/n could hear the cheers of fans and see the flashes of cameras as they pulled around the back of the venue. This was Drew’s day, a moment he had been waiting for and working for for years, and she knew she wanted to be there to support and celebrate him without detracting from any of the attention and praise he deserved. She knew there was no way of absolutely avoiding all paparazzi or fans, but she still hoped she had avoided most of the prying eyes as she climbed out the back of the tinted, black car.

Y/n thanked the assistant who opened the door, smoothing down the front of her dress with her free hand, a bouquet of roses and her purse balancing in the other.

“Y/n!” One of the fans littered around the back entrance shouted, pointing their camera at y/n as they waved. Y/n smiled back, giving short greetings to the few fans within sight of the back entrance, before making her way into the venue. 

Once inside, she followed one of the assistants through what felt like a maze of hallways until they finally ended up in the theater. As she entered, her mouth dropped as she looked around at the sea of people filling nearly every seat. Reporters, fans, reviewers, friends, family, all there to get a piece of the action and witness the mastery the cast and crew had put together. An usher motioned y/n to her seat just as the house lights began to dim, the room filling with excited whispers. The director, Luca, came out, speaking briefly before introducing the cast.

“Now, we have our two wonderful leads: Mr Daniel Craig and Mr Drew Starkey.” Luca announced gleefully, turning as the two men filed out. Y/n could feel her heart swell as she watched Drew walk out. Unable to resist, y/n took out her phone to capture the dazzling smile on his face under the spotlights. Once she put her camera down, her gaze focused once more on Drew, his eyes now meeting her own. Both of them laughed, waving at each other before focusing back on the introductions. Soon enough, it was Drew’s turn, a small blush creeping across his cheeks as he spoke.

“Yeah, I’d just like to thank everyone involved in his film, it was truly an honor to get to work with so many talented people. We hope you enjoy.” Drew finished with a grin, Daniel clapping him on the back before the cast and crew headed to their seats. With a wave of applause and hollers, the screen lit up and the film finally began.

As soon as the credits rolled, the theater erupted into thunderous cheers. Attendees rose to their feet, the applause continuing as the spotlights illuminated the cast and crew. Each member had their moment, bowing and waving to the crowd. As Drew stepped forward, y/n could feel her eyes prickle with tears as she cheered as loudly as she could. Pure pride and love filled her as she saw the happiness in Drew’s face; a happiness he deserved more than anyone else on the entire goddamn planet.

Once the applause finally subsided, and the audience began to exit, y/n followed one of Drew’s assistants through yet another maze of corridors before finally turning a corner and seeing a familiar head of tousled brown hair turned, a wide smile spreading across Drew’s face as he quickly crossed the room before wrapping his arms around y/n. He lifted her off her heeled feet, burying his nose into the top of her head once he finally put her back down

“I’m so proud of you.” Y/n whispered into the crook of Drew’s neck.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” Drew said back, pressing a kiss to y/n’s jaw before pulling away, his arms still resting gently on her hips. Y/n grinned back at him, her eyes gazing over the way his simplistic black suit fell over the planes of his body and the light reflected stunningly off his jewelry, glad to finally see him up close and personal. Pulling herself back to reality, y/n offered the bouquet of roses out to Drew.

“Are these for me?” Drew quirked a brow, taking the flowers slowly. Y/n giggled as he dramatically sniffed them.

“You deserve it, Starkey.” Y/n said, squeezing Drew’s hand lightly.

“You spoil me, baby.” Drew whispered, biting his lip as he gazed down at her.

“Love you. Proud of you.” Y/n said. Drew pulled y/n into a kiss, her cheeks warming with his familiar taste.

“Love you.” Drew grinned, a smudge of lipstick adorning his bottom lip. Y/n wiped it away with a smile. Drew snaked his free hand around her waist, pulling her into his side as the back doors opened, their car parked in front of them.

“I have one more surprise for you when we get home.” Y/n whispered, raising her eyebrows playfully at Drew as two of them stepped outside. They could only hope the cameras of the fans littered outback didn’t catch the way Drew’s eyes widened or his cheeks flushed as they climbed into the car, speeding off into the night.

[otkuhotgirl]

─── 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 .

# with flame emperor sabo.

sabo fell for the fiancé of a wealthy heir. luckily enough, he held no respect for the world government dogs whatsoever — and he was about to let them know that.

⎰ & KINKTOBER. smut (mdni!). public. dry!humping. finger!sucking. pyromania if you squint. afab!reader. no y/n used.

WC: 1.8k

sabo the revolutionary had quite a select number of bad qualities — and twice as many positive ones, if he said so himself — although his sadism concerning those in a position of wealth was of particular prominence. his first intention had not been to get involved in the webs of your life. it was but a simple mission; brief in essence. to infiltrate into the household of a wealthy family, aligned to the world government, to steal the specific letters of the discussed alliance — and some expensive jewelry, while he was at it, and to leave, unscathed. yet, sabo was hot-headed, and his disgust regarding the higher-ups all but served to flare that temper; to feed the beast itching for a fight. you — vexed, fretful, the engagement golden band on your finger, seeming to weigh but a thousand tons — proved to be his perfect excuse for a bit of a thrill.

seducing the sharp-witted fiancé of an arrogant heir, fucking one in the backroom of a ball, at that, was oddly satisfying. sabo presumed it’d be a singular encounter, neither predicting nor planning on repetitions. yet, he caught himself returning to your bedsheets — again and again — somewhat gaining a double-agent who offered him confidential information for the merest sake of getting into the nerves of those who had arranged that marriage. sabo risked the rage of his mentor and comrades, far too obsessed to refrain from returning to your haze of pleasure. and oh, how satisfying it was to claim you right under the royalty’s nose. to have you squirming and begging for his touch, claiming you on the same bed meant to symbolize your chastity.

yet, that had been his most ambiguous act so far. your wedding reception: a boisterous celebration, meant to leave a clear message for the entire world to see. sabo made his way through shadow and crowd, eyes tethered to the gorgeous, statue-worthy, sight of you — a monument in silk and pearls. mutual observation; your glance tethered to his figure, hidden amidst the countless, fancy chandeliers. your smile, brightest than the reflected light on your collar and earrings. it would be impossible for you to excuse yourself from the untrustworthy guests, but no limit was unattainable to him whenever you were concerned. a small, unprecedented commotion outside had the gathering on edge, parroted fools following the source of the sudden explosions — fireworks, reserved for the ceremony, a spectacle he didn’t hesitate to ruin.

a single grin sent his way had him aflame, you but a blur of white striving towards the natural maze in the garden, losing yourself amidst the bushes and thorns, presenting the challenge of being found. countless of others dared venture inside the maze, yet sabo’s senses were attuned to your spirit, the sudden outburst of flames smearing the night sky all but covered by the exploding fireworks. a pool of fire settled under the sole of his boots at his approach, grass giving in to the sudden heat as his hands claimed your hips, pressing your back flush against his chest.

“pearls,” he scoffed, voice laced with irony as his teeth bit on your earlobe. “couldn’t afford diamonds?

an amused sigh mingled with the ever-growing wild tempo of your breathing, your fingers intertwining with his own. “the treasure safe was stolen a few hours ago, such a morbid coincidence.”

“what a tragedy,” sabo mocked, lower intonation expliciting the gradual increase of his lust.

his fingers curled around your necklace, and a brute tug had the elastic snapping, a cascade of pearls meeting the grass, glinting white mirroring the moonlight. he shoved a hand inside the pocket of his trousers, fishing a stolen, diamond necklace, and clasping it around your neck. it shone — pale and ethereal — twice as much as those stupid pearls, the golden band serving as a perfect contrast to the expensive stones.

“would you look at that,” you pointed out in faux shock, and sabo grinned, tongue meeting the bare flesh of your neck.

the warmth around the pair of you increased — a consequence of the wildfire he had created. it was but a matter of time until the alarmed guests followed the trail of smoke; found your figure pressed against his own. sabo wrapped a hand around your throat, his cock hardening at the singular, delighted moan you produced. the sight of you in white; a wedding dress meant for another; had him seething. his teeth claimed your shoulder as he brushed a thumb against your lower lip, his back but a shield that kept you safe from the bruising flames.

sabo had your ass pressed against his clothed erection, a particular thrust causing him to groan, a shuddering breath following-in-suit. you whimpered at each lascivious, harsh roll of his hips, as though he aimed to have his cock inside your cunt regardless of the fabric that separated the pair of you. the commotion was but a mute, irrelevant thing, for sabo was far too dazed; lost amidst the metaphorical haze of lust and the quite literal cloud of smoke, the scent of the burnt bushes filling the air.

your own hips began to move, meeting his thrust halfway, his breath growing ragged at the pressure, his tip smearing the fabric of his underwear, girth aching within the coffins of his trousers. sabo kept a bruising grip on your waist, growing mad at the merest thought of the context of that encounter — your marriage to a scornful, disgusting heir with no respect for human life whatsoever. he snapped his hips, brute and possessive, teeth buried on your shoulders as he forced you to meet his thrusts.

his arm was the one to keep you balanced; tethering you to the earth. you had your head on his shoulder, neck craned to offer further access to the abusing bruises left on your flesh by his famished mouth. you moaned, back arching as he tried to have a brief taste of the folds of your ass, through his clothed girth.

the fire closed in, yet sabo took-in the opportunity offered by the cacophony of your whimpers to shove three of his fingers inside of your mouth, the sudden invasion provoking your gag reflex. dragon-claw technique was made for violence; battling. yet it had not been the first time he used the crafted strength of his fingers on you — oftentimes shoving them so deep into your pussy, you were left unable to feel your legs for a couple of succeeding hours. your mouth, however, was quite a new territory — and one he was eager to venture through, especially with the incoming crowd.

“suck on it,” he rasped out, and your moan sent a tide of vibrations through his skin, your tongue following-in-suit; swirling, warm and wet, having him grunt at the reminder of how it felt to have your mouth wrapped around his cock.

drool dripped past your parted lips, trailing down your chin. he did not dare shove his fingers knuckle deep, well-aware that the limitations of your mouth were far less extensive than those of your cunt, yet the strength of the thrusting into your mouth remained, filling the ambience with the sound of your struggle; your constant gagging. your cheeks were hollowed as you all but failed to match his tempo, tongue giving-in under the pressure of his digits. it was erratic, vicious and lewd, saliva coated fingers and a brutal, ever-constant thrust of his girth against your ass. yet, sabo had never been more hard; neglected cock leaking. tears rolled down your cheeks, mingled with liquid streaks of black as your fluids ruined the makeup you wore. he wondered how long those people had wasted, dolling you up, turning you into an ethereal and desirable object, coated in richness and assuming an image so far from the you he knew. sabo chuckled — darkly, malicious — for he meant to demolish the foundation of their plans, stealing their most precious jewel.

flames engulfed the surroundings, daring to lick the hem of your dress, silk crumbling from the heat. for a second, sabo allowed the wildfire to destroy it; to claim the fabric and the one who wore it. the long, chic dress shrunk, offering him a clear sight of your thigh. you gagged, whether it had been from his fingers or the smoke, he could not guess, but the sound had been engulfed by the gasps from the outsiders, and sabo, at last, laughed. he picked up the pace of his humping, dragging his tongue up your neck, teeth teasing your earlobe.

he heard flabbergasted shouting and gasping, the guests failing to approach the two of you, figures engulfed by a curtain of flames and smoke. sabo grew more excited at their reaction, grunting as he shoved his fingers, knuckle deep, a final time. you gagged, clinging to his wrist, pleading stance edging him further. he was close to cumming in his pants as though a ridiculous, untouched virgin, yet he did not care whatsoever, retreating his fingers to grip at your chin, forcing you to face the alarmed guests, observing the scene without the means to retrieve you.

the groom barked out orders, yet the fire began to spread with renewed fury, a tide of devastating heat challenging him to face it. sabo’s breath tickled the side of your cheek as he smirked, forcing your hips to remain pressed against his cock.

“you’re going to sing for them,” sabo rasped out, lips moving to bite on your earlobe. “let them know where your loyalty lies.”

he groped one of your breasts, your saliva soaking the thin silken fabric, making it easier for him to tease your hardening nipple, pinching it ever-so-slightly. sabo forced you to feel every inch of his erection, wet mouth sucking bruises on your neck as he coaxed a loud, broken moan out of you. that hardly would be enough to have either of you cumming, but he could fix that soon enough. as of then, sabo enjoyed the sight of your ruined dress; tear-stricken face; abused throat. the fact that he melted you into nothing but a reminder of the role you were forced to play earlier. he grunted, twitching your nipple with non-forethought strength, causing you to mewl, a victim of his unrelenting touch.

sirens flared; the distinctive shout for the marines. sabo clicked his tongue, wrapping an arm around your figure, ceasing to tease you. he let out an amused laugh at the sight of your displeasure, barely clinging to consciousness due to the smoke, yet willing to ignore said barrier for the sake of having his fingers shoved into your awaiting mouth. sabo used his devil-fruit to propel the pair of you up, flames engulfing the lower part of his body as he flew far from the commotion, towards the docks. moonlight reflected on the diamonds adorning your neck, and a certain hint of possession settled itself in the pit of his stomach, heat sent straight into his still leaking, neglected cock.

“where to?” you inquired, secured into his arms, comfortable despite the height.

“freedom,” he answered, not adding that freedom’s gates were but an improvised bed on a small ship, promising a proper fuck — with those diamonds resting on your breasts.

— 🐈‍⬛ : google will PAY for the stress it’s been giving me this past week i swear!! kinktober almost ending, though. ☹️

[itadorey]

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

pairing: neuvillette x f!reader summary: being married to neuvillette always feels like you're living in a fairytale. notes: just fluff, you're married, anniversary dinner, neuvillette gifts you a bracelet and helps you put it on, thank you to the anon who sent this in! wc: ~1.2k

A smile spreads across your face as you look out the window, the sun shining down on the Court of Fontaine and making it seem livelier than usual.

You mentally thank the Archons, happy that even though there was a trial happening today, the usual accompanying rain was nowhere to be seen.

A quick glance at the clock has you rushing through your home, and you hop into the shower in order to start getting ready for your evening. Neuvillette is home by the time you step out of the shower, and he's greeted by the sight of you as he walks into your shared bedroom, wrapped in a towel as steam clings to your skin.

"My apologies," he says, respectfully averting his eyes as you approach him. "I didn't mean to barge in."

"Welcome home," you say, a smile on your face as you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. He leans into the action, and you can't help but laugh softly at his refusal to look at you. "You know I don't mind it when you see me like this. We're married, and besides I feel comfortable around you."

"I know, and I am very honored that you feel that way," Neuvillette says softly, a smile pulling at his lips as he thinks about your words. "But there is another reason."

At your curious look, he clears his throat, looking away to hide the blush tinting his cheeks.

"I seem to find myself— what's the word?— ah yes, flustered when I see you like this," Neuvillette admits, causing a large smile to break out on your face.

"If it makes you feel any better," you start, walking into the closet to slip on a robe. "I feel quite flustered around you more often than not."

Neuvillette remains silent as you step back out into the room, approaching him slowly before reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. He lets his hands rest gently on your waist, dipping his head down to press a chaste kiss against your lips when you tilt your face toward him. He stays quiet as you pull away, watching the way your eyelashes flutter as you sigh softly. There's a twisting in his stomach— one he's gotten intimately familiar with since marrying you— as he takes in your starry eyes and soft smile, and he wonders if this is what he looks like when he looks at you in return (it is).

"You should go shower while I get ready," you say quietly, your hands still wrapped around him. He hums in response, pulling you into a tight embrace as he rests his head on top of yours.

"I will," Neuvillette promises, his arms encircling you as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. "But first, let me indulge in your company for a few minutes."

The two of you stay like that for a while before you begrudgingly pull away, your hands resting on his chest as you glance at the clock. "If we don't start getting ready, we'll miss our dinner reservation."

"We can always stay in and celebrate our anniversary at home," Neuvillette says persuasively, earning a disapproving look from you.

"You know why we can't," you chide, patting his chest once before separating yourself fully from him. "Now go, let me finish getting ready."

Neuvillette sighs deeply before listening to you, heading towards the shower as you head towards your vanity. Your dinner reservation had been a surprise anniversary gift from the Melusines, and you had nearly been moved to tears when Sedene and Liath had pulled you aside before bashfully presenting you with the news. Neuvillette had smiled softly at them, patting their heads before the two of you proceeded to find every Melusine you could in order to personally thank them.

By the time Neuvillette has stepped back out into the room, he sees you sitting on the bed, fully clothed as you tug on your shoes before reaching for the jewelry box on your nightstand. He smiles to himself as he slips into the closet, getting dressed quickly before peeking his head out to look at you. The fond smile on your face lets him know that you had indeed liked the bracelet he had gifted you that morning, and he walks across the room casually as you try to loop it around your wrist.

"Neuvillette?" you say softly, drawing a hum of acknowledgement from the man. "Thank you."

"Would it be bold of me to assume that you like the gift I got for you?" he asks amusedly, reaching for his own shoes. His eyebrows furrow when you don't answer his question, and he turns around to see you fiddling with the piece of jewelry before huffing softly. He watches as you place one end of the bracelet in between your teeth, holding it in place as you use your other hand to try and clasp it around your wrist.

A soft laugh gets caught in his throat when you tug too hard, causing you to pull the chain out of your mouth before you can actually secure it. He makes his way towards you, coming to a stop in front of you and holding his hand out.

"Would you like some assistance?" he asks, fighting back a smile when you shake your head stubbornly.

"No, I can do this," you say, determination on your face as you attempt a new method. You rest your wrist on your thigh, putting one end of the chain on top of your wrist before bring the other end around. There's a victorious smile on your face when the clasp grazes the chain, only for it to drop when it falls onto your thigh.

A resigned sigh leaves your lips as you place the bracelet in Neuvillette's hand, raising your arm in defeat as a pout forms on your lips. His fingers brush against your skin as he easily secures the bracelet, and he twists it around afterwards do that you can admire the way it looks.

"You need just ask for me to do something, darling," he murmurs, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You melt at the action, giving him a thankful smile as he pulls you up to stand. "I'd do anything for you."

"And I would do anything for you," you reply without hesitation, squeezing his hand softly before tugging him towards the door. "Now let's go or we'll actually be late."

Neuvillette smiles as he follows after you, taking in your full appearance before he offers his arm for you to take. You loop your arm through his with a bashful smile, gently playing with the bracelet on your wrist as he leads you out the door and through the city streets of Fontaine.

And if Neuvillette chose that bracelet because he knew you'd need help to put it on, well that's no one's business but his own.

rbs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

[fancyfeathers]

How would the batfam react to the daughter darling not becoming more cold towards them but slowly starting to distance herself away from them cause she’s suspicious of them? Like she’s sweet to mother darling and so everyly loving and affectionate to the mother darling but the moment Tim walks in she pretends he doesn’t exist.

Daughter darling if she found out the black mail.

Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist Lmao ya she is about ready to throw hands for her mother, but I think I covered it a bit here

But she is going to be fed up eventually, she had a perfect life with Mother!Darling and she looked up to her mother so much before this all happened, a celebrity, a fashion icon, and yet the perfect mother who always had time for her little girl. Like the time they were at their home in New York City because Mother!Darling, being the well known icon she is, was going to host some sort of party perhaps even something like the Met Gala and she was watching her mama be interviewed before the event proper as she was to be hosting it and the way she carried herself with so much confidence and charisma was amazing.

“Oh I will be wearing a necklace that has been given to me on lone by one of the jewelry houses of Paris.”

“How many carats is it?”

“Enough.”

“Could you buy it?”

“I mean I certainly could, but I rather spend one hundred and fifty million dollars on my daughter and buy her the world rather than a necklace.”

When her mother marries Bruce all that side of her mother goes away, she feels like a dead version of who she wants was, only having energy to care for her little girl who so desperately clings to her mother. She forces smiles for the cameras and laughs for the interviews but she just lets Bruce put on most of the act of charisma she used to on behalf of the happy couple.

She watches everything as she grows up and then by the time she is in her preteens she is painfully aware of everything, secret identities, the behavior. She’s just done with everything and she completely shuts everyone and everything out, especially after she learns about the blackmail.

She attempts to run away, leaving the manor while everyone is out on patrol and Mother!Darling is having some late night tea with Alfred. Waiting at an empty train station and she knows it’s all over when she sees Dick in his Nightwing costume come up to her. Despite her clear anger he is calm and patient with her, sitting down next to her, wanting to talk it out as if it was just a child throwing a fit, but it ends in him forcibly dragging her off while she cries and screams at him.

Now since is is going to find out when she’s older and smarter it isn’t like when she was a child and she had to go the corner for being disrespectful, she actually knows information that could be used against them, their secret identities along with the blackmail. She can try and distance herself all she like that doesn’t change the fact of what is going to happen, strict schedule, when she’s at school she never leaves Damian’s sight because she needs to go in order to keep up appearances (even if they are different ages they can have her bumped up a class or two, work through those grades with extra homeschooling or summer classes), at home she is either in her room under lock and key when no one is with her (and no she cannot be alone with Mother!Darling anymore), and when she is out and about one of her brothers or father is always with her (it is honestly so embarrassing to her when Bruce introduces her as his darling baby girl when she has to go with him into work at Wayne Enterprises, she’s sixteen now, not seven). Then the worst time is after the Justice League knew Batman’s identity and an emergency meeting came up when he was taking her to a museum for a school project so Batman just shows up with this teenage girl who looks pissed off as hell and looks like she is going to bite the next person who treats her like a child.

[himegureisu]

You

Summary: Your husband, Severus, finally introduces you to his colleagues. The Hogwarts staff.

Pairing: Severus Snape x Female Reader

A/N: I feel like I forgot some people.

In the previous and last staff meeting of the year, the headmaster announced the schedule for the Annual Staff dinner.

This commemorated the end of a successful school year and the hopes for more to come. They were always encouraged but not required to attend the festivities. Your husband, Severus, would often stay for an hour before leaving.

This year, however, he vaguely inquired about inviting a guest to the castle.

A phenomenon that didn’t happen quite often and one that Dumbledore wasn’t lenient to grant. This sparked their intrigue and excitement. They were quite eager to meet you. They hoped it was you. The one that puts a smile on their Potions’ Master’s face.

To no surprise, the headmaster stated that any guest of his was welcome to join in the festivities.

Especially if it would encourage him to interact longer than what was professionally deemed necessary in a setting that was not the Three Broomsticks, Hog’s Head, Grimmauld Place, his office, or the high table in the Great Hall.

That’s why you were home, in front of your mirrored wardrobe half naked, unable to decide on what to wear.

“How about this?” you turned, black robes at hand, “Yes? No?”

“You’ll look splendid in anything, darling, in fact,” Severus said, from the bed admiring the sight of you. “I quite like what I see at the moment,”

He smirked.

His eyes locked on you in a haze of desire. Your cheeks heat up as he slowly walks over. His hand reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face.

“Severus,” his lips dangerously close to yours, your heart racing, his scent enticing, your hand gently pushing him away, “We shouldn't,”

“Why don’t we put that away for a moment?” His warm breath against your cheek sends shivers down your spine, your defenses crumbling as he puts the clothes away, leaning toward you, "Hmm?"

His lips are tender on yours as he pulls you closer. His eyes searched yours in consent, and you surrendered to his heated touch. Your arms wrap around his neck as you lose yourself in his embrace. His robes were warm and soft against your bare skin. Your nose gently nudges his. Closer. More. You silently pleaded. His hands roamed every contour and curve of your exposed skin.

His clothes needed to go. Now.

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In the end, you’d matched his outfit. In black robes, and shoes, except for your jewelry in platinum and a scarf in your house colors.

“You were of no help,” you said, after apparating outside Hogwarts grounds’, “No help at all,”

“You love me,” he laughed, you pouted as he showed you in, “Yes, I do,”

In the castle halls, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall caught the sound of his laughter. Their eyes turned to the bridge where their Potions’ Master walked side by side with a lovely woman.

“It’s time,”

In the spirit of celebration, their staff room was tastefully adorned in Hogwarts’ colors. Each color was distributed in a way that one was not as prominent as the other. His colleagues were absorbed in their own tasks as the two of you entered.

There were three women by the fire, punch at hand, talking. One you recognize as the Head of Gryffindor House and Transfiguration Professor, McGonagall. By the punch table, there was a small man you know from description as the Charms Professor, Flitwick, and a huge man, Hagrid. The remainder, however, were unfamiliar.

“Severus, so glad of you to join us, my boy,” the Headmaster entered from an office within, “Who is this lovely lady with you?”

“Someone you all wanted to meet for quite some time now,” Severus remarked, as he pulled you closer by his side, “My wife,”

“Oh, finally!” one small but lively woman, head full of curls, approached you, “You made quite an impression, dear,”

“We have never seen Severus so chastised,” Professor McGonagall joined the throng, “It was the highlight of our days,”

“Oh please,” Severus huffed, as you glanced at him and said, “I would’ve thought you’d open that Howler in a more private setting,”

“I was told Howlers shouldn’t be left waiting,” he justified, and sighed, “Imagine my guilt upon opening it,”

“You made up for it quite well, Sev,” you smile, his body relaxes, “Though, I hope outings like those wouldn’t need much incentive to be done,”

“I’ll do my best, my dear,” he sighed, and said, “Ah, apologies, formal introductions.”

His colleagues, Professor Hooch, Sprout, Pomfrey, Flitwick, McGonagall, and Trelawney greeted you in their way. They were very pleased to meet you and whisked you away once your husband was distracted by the headmaster for their short inquisition about your marriage.

To which you happily recanted for them because Severus was a private man and kept information about you to the chest.

It takes him an hour to escape the clutches of the Headmaster and return by your side. With the ladies by the fireplace, thoroughly exposing your husband’s romantic side to them.

“I simply cannot imagine Severus doing such,” Sprout chuckled, “Then again it is you, not us,”

“What are you talking about?” he menacingly came up behind you but no one was intimidated, “Darling?”

“Do you remember that trip to wizarding Paris?” you said. It takes him only moments to recall. His cheeks to the tips of his ears quickly flushed then he hid his face in your hair, “Dear god, please tell me you didn’t tell them that,”

“No, not exactly that,” you giggled. His arms securely wrapped around your waist, “But a more censored version,”

“We’re going now,” he insisted pulling you away from them as they laughed and you squealed, “Severus!”

“You are all menaces,” he pointed to the women as they stifled their laughter, turning to you, “And you are the worst of them all,”

“I love you,” you teasingly grinned, as he sighed happily taking your presence in, “And, I too,”

They briefly stared in awe at your husband’s admission. That’s how much you can get in public but in private he never hesitated to tell or show you his love. Their stares changed to smiles as he wrapped his arms around you. Your hands on top of each other’s above your stomach, rings twinkling in the firelight as you both warm up to them.

It was the first and only time he ever stayed the whole duration of the Annual Staff dinner.

[whoskimii]

them taking off and putting on your jewelry 🫣🫣

it's givin' wattpad kinda :3 love ur ask sweetie!!

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > jjk men (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso) x you (separately). just a bunch of sweeties :33 except toji 'cause it's a bit suggestive (i mean bruh it's toji we're talking about). tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

˗ˏˋ gojo satoru ´ˎ˗

you have always loved jewelry. ever since you were a little girl, you loved necklaces, bracelets, rings but earrings were by far your favorites.

the day satoru met you, he was instantly drawn to your accessories. you had so many and it made you look like a goddess.

since you lived together, he loved your nighttime routine. you usually sat in front of your dressing table and took off your jewelry, carefully placing them in a little box.

and tonight, it was no different. you sat down and began taking off your accessories, and satoru watched you with a subconscious smile. he stood up and made his way towards you. "let me help," he murmured. you glanced up at him and smiled, letting your hands rest on your lap. he gently pushed your hair to your other shoulder and planted a kiss on your neck as he took off your necklace. "and that's one," he counted.

he gently grabbed your hand and left a kiss on the inside of your wrist before taking off your bracelet. "that's two," he continued. he did the same for your other wrist. "three,"

he kept your smaller, pretty hand in his and took off your first ring. "four," he listed and kissed your fingertip. "five and six," he said as he took off two other rings, placing kisses on your other fingers. then, his hands made their way to your ear. "seven," he took off your earring and kissed the sensitive spot behind your ear. "and eight." he murmured when he took off your other earring and left a kiss on your lobe.

˗ˏˋ suguru geto ´ˎ˗

you were celebrating your third anniversary.

of course you dolled up for the occasion. even though you were already the prettiest woman ever in his eyes. but that's just how you were. you like being feminine, you like being dolled up even if you just went to the grocery shop— it made you feel good.

as you prepared for the date, the last thing you had to do was to put on your pretty accessories. you loved wearing jewelry and you owned many. that's one of the many things suguru loved about you. you were just so feminine and pretty, you were soft and sweet— you were his pretty baby. and he loved showing off his sweet girl.

suguru was sitting on the bed and watching you, smiling almost stupidly at the sight before him. as you were about to put on your first accessory, he stood up. "hey," he placed his hands on your shoulders. "i want to do it. can i ?" he tilted his head.

"of course." you murmured with a small smile and gave him the first piece of jewelry. "the others are in this box." he nodded and grabbed the necklace carefully. "lift your hair for me, love." he whispered and smiled as you listened.

when the necklace was on, he grabbed the ring you were handing him. he recognized it. it was the ring he gifted you for your first anniversary. "there ?" he pointed at your middle finger. you shook your head and pointed at your ring finger. "oh ?" he smiled. "right there, huh ?" you blushed. "yeah, i just... like wearing it on my ring finger."

he chuckled. "alright." he murmured before kissing your ring finger. "there you go, pretty girl."

˗ˏˋ nanami kento ´ˎ˗

you pushed open the door of your shared apartment, letting out a long sigh. your husband, who was cooking, instantly knew that something was wrong.

whenever you come home, you'd always jump on him or wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him— you just acknowledged him.

but this time, you only weakly waved at him and dropped your purse on the couch. he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "what's wrong, my love ?" he frowned softly as you sighed. "just had a very long day... nothing more."

you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. ah, there you go. "m'tired." he hummed and crouched down. you didn't even question it. he began undoing your heels, gently cradling your ankle as he took off your shoe. he did the same with the other before standing up. "i made dinner."

you smiled softly. "thanks, ken." you kissed his cheek and lifted your arms to take off your earrings. "let me." he grabbed your wrist before kissing your knuckles. then, he gently took off both earrings carefully, not wanting to hurt you. "come on. you need to eat something, honey." he mumbled against your neck, planting a kiss on your soft skin.

˗ˏˋ toji fushiguro ��ˎ˗

you were fumbling with your jewelry, and of course you dropped your earring. once. twice.

you groaned, annoyed by your clumsy behaviour. you were already late to a work meeting and here you were, searching for your accessories as if you weren't supposed to already be on the road.

meanwhile, toji watched you with a small smirk, leaning against the doorframe. you were completely unaware that he had your favorite necklace in his hand, the one you'd never got out without. "where is it..." you mumbled to yourself, not paying any mind to the man beside you. "toji, did you see it ?" you sighed and turned to him, hands on your hips. "what ?" he tilted his head even though he knew what you were talking about.

"my necklace." you replied. "i can't find it anywhere and i'm already late..." he shrugged and walked to your dressing table, scanning it with his eyes. "here." he pretended to grab something. "you found it ? but i searched here at least ten times—"

toji chuckled. "guess you didn't look enough, doll." you were about to grab it but he pulled his hand back. "don't." he walked behind you and pushed your hair to your other shoulder. you almost rolled your eyes as he pushed his crotch into your ass on purpose, all the while putting on your necklace. "toji, not now." he smirked. "yeah ? not now ?" he echoed and his hand made its way under your dress, getting dangerously close to your panties. "mhm ?" he waited for an answer. was this meeting actually important ?

˗ˏˋ choso kamo ´ˎ˗

he watched you with interest, his eyes glued to you as you put on your earrings. you gave him a small smile before focusing on yourself again. "it's pretty..." choso mumbled, looking at your earrings. "what ?" you smiled.

"that. it's really pretty..." he pointed at your jewelry and you giggled. "my earrings ? mhm, i agree with you. they're pretty." you were about to grab your necklace but he stood up. "can i do it ?" he asked. "do what ? put it on ?" he nodded and you smiled, handing him your necklace. "go ahead."

he smiled happily and pushed your hair to the side. he fumbled a bit with the piece of jewelry but eventually succeeded. he stared at his work with an excited little grin. "it suits you." you giggled. "you think so ?" he nodded.

"do you have another one ?" you frowned a bit, confused. "another one ? you mean another necklace ?" he nodded. "i want to wear one too. so we can match." his words made you smile. "of course." you shrugged and placed yourself behind him. "oh, can you... y'know." he understood and leaned down a little to accommodate your height. "thank you." as you finally attached the necklace around his neck, he smiled and looked at himself in the mirror. "it's pretty. we're matching, now." you giggled. "we are !"

he looked at the pretty little pink bow you had in your hair. "can i wear one too ?" you giggled. "sure. where ?" he pointed at one of his ponytails with a small smile.

part. two coming guys!!

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoworewhatjewels]

Who Wore What Jewels Weekly

We are rounding up the best jewels of the week from Timothee Chalamet’s astrological-themed Schiaparelli necklace he wore as a belt in Paris to Kerry Washington’s cute personalized letter initial pendants in NYC and Florence Pugh’s amazing curated pearl ear game. Scroll down to see who wore what jewels and vote on your favorite! Enjoy! WHO: Doja Cat WHERE: Victoria Secret Show 2023 WHAT JEWELS:…

[hotpinkstars]

-> happy valentines day!

synopsis -> how some of my favorite genshin women and men celebrate valentines day.

characters -> ningguang, shenhe, yelan, ei, miko, wriothesley, lyney, albedo, kazuha

warnings -> none! all fluff.

w/c -> 1.0k

ningguang is a woman with many riches. the moment her mind processed it was valentines day when she woke up for work was also the moment she hurried over to her wardrobe, digging up a beautiful bracelet made only with diamonds before setting it down on your night table. as she was putting on her clothes, you groaned, waking up. she leaned down to kiss you before telling you to look over on your side of the nightstand, greeted to an outstanding piece of jewelry you could only dream of having. you groggily smiled, putting the bracelet around your wrist before throwing the covers off of your body and hugging your wonderful wife.

shenhe doesn’t really understand the concept of ‘valentines day.’ she knew of it as liyue citizens being cheesy on the streets, and the finest cuisine’s businesses flooding with romance. usually, she’d watch from afar. but ever since you entered her picture, she started to care just a bit more. she’d spend the day with you in the harbor, observing other couples actions before deciding herself what to do. she had decided to buy you a nice box of chocolates and a few clothing items you’ve been eyeing. she bought them with you there, without a word, waiting until you both exited the store to give them to you. when you tightly hugged her, she let out a tiny laugh, hugging you back lightly.

oh? wriothesley, the great duke of the fortress of meropide, celebrating such a holiday? yes! as the morning approached, the first fun little gift you received was his presence in bed, still asleep. ah, he must have taken the day off of work, you thought. he awoke a few moments later, saying his good morning before getting up to start the day with you. he took you out for a very nice breakfast before walking around the inner city. oh, no matter if this were to go into the steambird. charlotte is probably lingering somewhere, eager to catch a rare sight of the duke on the surface. he brought you to an isolated part of fontaine, a gorgeous view, and making sure nobody was in sight, got down on one knee and pulled out an extraordinary ring from his pocket, holding it out to you.

lyney is most certainly going to celebrate valentines day, with a valentine or not. whether it’s performing card tricks that turn into roses for men with a romantic partner, or actually celebrating it with his significant other. he’ll perform a very special magic performance, just for your eyes, not even lynette or freminet have seen it! gorgeous, glittering roses in your favorites of colors come drifting from nowhere, landing in your hair. only the finest for you! he’ll absolutely spoil you with a dinner that certainly cost one hefty sum of mora… you really, truly hope today won’t make him bankrupt.

yelan will spoil you, without a doubt. she doesn’t care much about the holiday itself, what she does care for though is that you get what you desire on such a day. she’ll take you anywhere you would like! she also likes to save the fanciest restaurants for days like these in specific. you saw a restaurant in mondstadt during your last visit? she’ll take you, and you’ll spend the night in the city of wind. she’ll do anything for you no matter, and she’ll top it off with a cute box of chocolates and a bouquet. she’s not quite the person for overwhelming affection, so she’ll give these things to you in subtle ways, behind the safety of your walls.

oh, ei. from being in such a state of meditation for so long, this woman barely grasps the concept of christmas! do not fret, she’s a quick learner. (but don’t ask her to cook. that is something she will not be able to learn.) once you explain to her what valentine's day is, and also take her to get a small rundown of the holiday from yae miko, she nods before immediately dashing off to find an exquisite treasure at a nice shop downtown. of course, considering she’s in a very high position in inazuma, she gets cheaper prices on all of the trinkets, she absolutely spoils you! she’s also willing to walk around other islands with you, to admire the scenery before pulling out the things she got you and proceeding to make it a day worth remembering.

yae miko has lived long enough to understand what valentines day is. she see’s romance on the streets during those days, and she’s even published a light novel on two lovebirds on a holiday such as this. so do not underestimate how long she has planned your gift, as soon as you wake up you are greeted to a small book laying on your pillow. you go to open it, reading such a beautiful story about how you two fell in love. it was two completely different characters re-enacting your story. she comes into your shared bedroom, sitting down with you before rubbing your thigh, a look that cannot be told between a smirk and a light smile dancing across her gorgeous face.

albedo didn’t see the significance at first. of any holiday, people choose to celebrate this one? isn’t that what anniversaries are for? though, once he sees how important it is to you, he crafts a beautiful necklace with his bare hands and some potions he had mixed up to create the gemstones that were very neatly embedded into the shell of the jewelry. it was beautiful- likely the prettiest thing you’ve set your eyes upon, considering not only was it made from love, it went perfectly with your eyes and hair. valentines day this year was such a success with albedo as your partner.

kazuha knew valentines day. he’d make today extra special for you, taking you to the finest cuisines in whatever area you were at during your travels. he’d occasionally stop, creating a bouquet that he’d plan on giving to you later on at night. when you had received it, there was everything in there- he had collected some qingxin flowers, sweet flowers, a few mint leaves for color, some silk flowers, glaze lillies, and violetgrass. you truly believed it was the most gorgeous bouquet you’ve seen, and it landed a place in a very nice glass vase when you two arrived home that evening.

[umeumeumee]

your lips, my lips

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- clarisse la rue x daughter of eros! reader

synopsis: valentine’s day- something that everyone truly disliked. until one moment, something changed.

authors note: this is not apart of fault is false (sorry!) but i’m sick with a really bad cold today and i wanted to write something special for clarisse on valentines! so.. Happy valentine’s day, everyone!

Valentine’s day.

Something humans found to be dear to them, coupled people exchanging gifts to one another on the fourteenth of February; the holiday of love.

in camp half blood, valentine’s day was celebrated to the fullest extent of its potential— it was so dear to humans as they had a rather short life span, hence a day to express your love to someone was so precious to the weak minded people. at camp, the holiday was acknowledged by the campers to recognize the importance of being half human, and half god, as well as the lovey dovey atmosphere that followed after. The same was done with other important holidays, such as Halloween and Christmas.

Clarisse la rue did not find the holiday to be particularly pleasant- or pleasant at all, for that matter. Valentine’s day was stupid in her mind. two people smuggling each other in both emotional and physical affection? openly displaying affection? i front of people? such thoughts made the daughter of Ares want to gag.

but than there was you— daughter of Eros, your charm was an automatic reminder of your heritage, and a stark figure of your character.

clarisse felt like a child by how hard she fell for you, stealing the breath from her lungs at every glance she caught of you.

your pretty smile, your wonderful eyes, your sweet face. Clarisse la rue was pissed at herself when she finally realized exactly what her feelings meant, shoving them down like lava to a volcano.

But like all creatures of nature, it was ought to burst out somehow.

and for the young daughter of Ares, her volcano ruptured on valentine’s day- to her fury.

it was a sunny day, but it had never felt so dark to clarisse. Her footsteps shook the earth as she angrily marched through camp, shoving heart shaped balloons from her path and kicking roses she saw on the floor.

The curly haired girl had caught wind that you’d received numerous valentine gifts- chocolates, flowers, posters and even jewelry. knowing people other that clarisse had been eyeing you down for a while made the flickering flame inside her chest burn down towers with her rage.

She stormed through camp with fire following her trail, each step was quaking those around her.

She stormed to cabin 39, where the children of Eros lay.

everyone knew the children of the Greek god of carnal love’s children rivaled those of ancient Greek goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite. You were point of that accusation, the most beautiful girl Clarisse had ever laid her eyes on.

and even now she as she had a torch lighting aflame her chest, she still yearned for your touch— even as she was heading in your direction to explode in a way she wasn’t sure of.

She took a sharp turn around capin 56, for the children of eris— their dark aura usually affecting clarisse now deflected off her skin like a bow to raw metal, the children watching in discord as she stormed to the door of cabin 39.

Clarisse slammed her cinnamon skinned hand against the polished wood harshly, waiting with furrowed brows for someone to answer the door. When she saw the handle move, her back subconsciously straightened.

The wood was pulled back and you were revealed— in all your nauseating, grueling, pure beauty, smile growing wide upon the sight of the curly haired girl outside your door.

“Clarisse!” your voice was smooth like honey, sticky like maple syrup and sweet like sugar. Clarisse ignored the warmth that flushed her body at the soft call of her name you expressed in joy, stupidly gorgeous smile widening at her presence.

in honest, clarisse wanted to bathe in your touch- your voice, your gaze and your heart. She yearned for you in a way she’s never felt, her defensive and rough external force disintegrating pathetic into nothing when you traced your honey soft skin along her arm, pushing hair from her face as the only scent she cpould smell was the sweetness of your person.

Clarisse was scared of her feelings in fact, and the idea that you might like someone other than her had her at the edge of her seat. She knew that it was likely, and if she truly did want you— today would be the day to make the claim.

She huffed, squinting her eyes as you moved from the doorway to welcome her inside. she reluctantly agreed, tucking her chin upward as she took steps forward. Instantly, the smell of sweets and tea attacked her senses with not a single warning— sugar and honey the only smell she could register.

Her face scrunched, overwhelmed by the smell— you laughed, covering your smile with your fingers as you usually did, a cute habit clarisse admired.

“sorry, glykó korítsi. Cole went all out for tou Agíou Valentínou.” Clarisse tucked her face away from your view, scolding herself for faltering under the stupid greek nickname you’ve given her; “pretty girl.”

She took a moment to gather herself, huffing in an upset expression when she examined your cabin.

god, there was no place Clarisse hated more that the Eros Chilren’s Cabin.

the cabin has an intense aura that can drive other demigods insane with arousal— unless that demigod is the child of a love god or goddess once activated by a child of Eros. Clarisse was lucky enough to know you to the point you spared her the torture of the curse on your cabin, and was beyond grateful the so called ‘blessing’ can also be deactivated at will.

clarisss recalled when you first exposed her to your cabin- On the northern part of the first floor, it has a room that can bring to life any sexual and or romantic desire, as well as an exact copy of the person they desire. clarisse found it odd, disgusting even. Nasty fantasies coming to life? how alone and sad does your life have to be you have to imagine yourself with someone you love? she could laugh in their face and ridicule them until they run away crying.

In the living room, there are several shelves with books containing all kinds of unknown and known love stories recorded throughout the ages. It has a large TV in the center, and a rather nice leather couch, may the daughter of ares be so kind to say.

In the east wing lies the kitchen, and on the west wing lies the public bathrooms. There is romantic music playing softly in the background through the means of a record player. That is another reason clarisse despised your cabin; the music.

There is a chandelier hanging from the ceiling with artwork of all kinds of people procreating with one another. On the second floor lies the bedrooms of the children of Eros. Clarisse only knows that because…

Her face turned a subtle shade of pink, barely noticeable on her skin, but the warmth was all the same.

“so, why are you here?” your sticky sweet voice tore clarisse from her thoughts— thoughts she tries her best to… forget.

she cleared her throat— “I wanted to escape this holiday but obviously i came to the wrong cabin,” she lied through her teeth, gesturing to the many heart and love balloons and decorations littering your cabin.

You smile, “You definitely did. This is the last place you should come to on Valentines. Why not go to Eris cabin?” you question, obviously not catching the not-so-obvious hint clarisse thought dropped for you.

“Clearly. and those kids are lame.” she crossed her arms, scanning the area. Your cabin was something else. She felt her cheeks warm once more at the people making out along the stairs of your home, rushing upstairs to the soundproof bedrooms.

Her gaze flickered away, catching yours. Your eyes were red, same as your fathers. They were filled with so many things clarisse could only put her finger on, but all she knew is that her words always died in her throat at their gaze.

“Well, you are welcome to stay, anyway.” you hum, tucking some hair behind your ear as you shifted your weight to a different leg.

Clarisse stood standing with many various of feelings— her knees were uncharacteristically weak, tummy doing summersalts inside her belly, hands shaky as all she wanted to do was—

“come on,” you motioned her over, a strange smile on your face. Clarisse felt herself become uncharacteristically excited as you led her up the stairway to your bedroom, her steps close behind yours as you waved to your siblings in the halls as they sent you a teasing smile before retreating back into their own rooms, with someone who bore little clothes.

Clarisse would never forget the first time she sat foot in your room— a cold winter night, a heated moment— something she would never forget, even though she tried.

as you lead her down the familiar hall, music played lightly from the stairways entrance, echoing throughout the cabin. The sight of your door came to her view, your hand twisting the handle and revealing your room.

Clarisse got immediate flashbacks to the last time she was here, knees once more weakened by the remembrance.

You gently slid your hand down her arm, pulling her into your room and closing the door. Clarisse looked around nervously— your room wasn’t very decorated, only a few things representative of love here and there- most likely gifts from your father. You sat on your bed, eyes pulling clarisse in by the throat as she sat beside you.

It was an awkward silence— at least on her behalf, valentine’s day was always an opportunity to seem unhappy. but as she sat with you, the tension in the room was chewing her skin and muscles off her bones.

the bed shifted for a second, and Clarisse looked over to you— your red eyes staring daggers into hers.

They were so beautiful, a blood like red— so many emotions swarming in them— so many things to represent who you truly where— they held passion, desire, sexuality, lust, danger, action, drama, joy, stress, radiance.

Clarisse could barely hold herself back as your smile encased her in a cage, trapping her, tormenting her— The cinnamon skinned girl was about to make a daring move- but you did first.

You slammed your lips to Clarisses, bed creaking slightly from the fast, sudden movement of your action— but clarisse waisted no time kissing you back. Your lips fell into sync together, dancing in a rhythm that was so perfect you wanted to melt into her.

Her hands landed on your hips, and yours in her soft curly hair— she shoved you down, back meeting the soft pink sheets of your bed, the sound of you two devouring each other the only sound in your room other than the faint valentines music bouncing through the walls.

You pulled her hair, a soft groan leaving the girls lips as she trailed her kisses down to your neck. You hummed, completely emersrd- the feeling of her lips on you was so sweet— you wanted to faint.

But you quickly realized that it wasn’t nearly as cute as you thought, as a sharp pain ate at your skin where she was feeling on your neck. You gasp, the warm feeling of blood barely falling from your neck. She’d bit you.

“clarisse-“ she silenced you with her own lips, the taste of your blood swarming between your mouth and hers, and you melted into the kiss once more.

the kiss was harsh, filled with desperation from both parties, hands touching every possible part of each others body as you lay on your bed.

You weren’t sure, but you guessed this was her way of asking you to be her valentine.

and being the daughter of Eros, there was no better way to ask.

[the-kr8tor]

Someone asked me for some vampire!Hobie so here I come ☝️👀

The potion this time is some garlic gloves with cardamom in a heart-shaped bottle! Pretty please 🥹 I'm thinking about vampire!Hobie who can turn into a bat (ahem.. Astarion..) and by that he can surely do some night walks- flies? And he can't help but bring you, human!Reader, all sorts of trinklets and flowers and fruits he finds! He just loves to rest in your palm while you try out the blueberries he stole from the most expensive blueberry farm he could find 😅

I heard astarion and I folded immediately 🥴 Thank you for the request! I hope you love it 💕

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mention, Bat form! Hobie, Vampire AU, Fluff

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Your bed practically lulls you to sleep while your comfort show helps fill in the silence of your dark bedroom. Eyes drifting close, head lolling off to the side, you jump when you hear squeaking and tapping at your window. Squinting, you blink away sleep, watching a black blob flying over your window, excessively tapping and scratching.

“Hobie?” You tilt your head, already walking closer to him, socked feet thudding across carpeted floors. You giggle at the sight of his tiny yet fuzzy bat form struggling to keep the plastic bag afloat with his claws. He squeaks frantically, and you swear you heard him curse. “Okay, okay, calm down, I'm opening it right now.” The second you unlock and open the window, he immediately flies into your room. Wings loudly flapping, he lands on your bed, dare you say to his face— cutely landing on your fluffy pink blanket. He looks right at home.

You kneel on the bedside, elbow propped up, chin placed atop your palm while your other hand gently pats his head. Now having a closer non sleepy look at him, you can see his leather vest (a tiny version complete with the patches and spikes) on his small bat body. Even with his long pointed ears, he still sports the similar piercings that shine under the low light of your lamp.

“Here to visit me?” You ask, and he leans his head against your touch, encouraging you to pet him more. “So spoiled, y’know you can just knock on my door in your human form, right?” His small crimson eyes blink at you and his head tilts at your question. Wordlessly telling you— ‘where’s the fun in that?’ You chuckle, “So what do you have for me, Hobat?” If bats can roll their eyes, Hobie would've done it already.

With his miniature foot, he kicks the bag towards you. Before looking, you try to guess what it is. Sometimes it's flowers that he picked up while flying, or small trinkets that fit on the palm of your hand. And currently, he loves giving you jewelry, you don't ask him where he got it though. You love it nonetheless.

Peeking inside, a bunch of blueberries greet you, they're all big and plump, you can practically taste the juice in your mouth. Your stomach rumbles at the thought. “Wow, you went all out.” You look at the logo on the plastic, recognizing that it's from the overpriced grocery store downtown. “Nice, holy shit! How'd you manage that?”

Hobie squeaks, a barrage of high pitched tones that are adorable but annoying as he goes on. You raise a brow at him, “you can just turn back to your human form, Hobie, I don't speak bat.” He shakes his tiny fuzzy head, red eyes staring back at you. “Oh,” you nod in understanding, “it's that kind of day, huh?” Waddling towards your hand, he holds your finger, patting it like you've done a good job of translating his squeaks and shrieks. “Alright, Hobat, go grab some paper towels because I will not have blueberry juice all over my bed.”

With a chirp, Hobie flaps his wings, flying above you and briefly landing on your head, teasing you with his wings atop your eyes. You giggle at his antics, acting like you're trying to swat him away.

While he sets off towards the kitchen, you sit down on the bed with the blankets covering you, hands already rummaging through the blueberries and popping them in your mouth. You let the sweet juice fill your taste buds, you're fully awake from how good they taste. You're sure you've eaten a handful before Hobie comes flapping back inside the bedroom, feet clutching the entire roll of paper towels.

You giggle at the familiar sight. “You look like a carrier pigeon.” He sticks his tiny pink tongue out to you, to which you grin wider.

He lands on your chest, paper towels rolling off to your side. His claws don't hurt as he tries to balance his weight so it doesn't puncture your favourite blanket. You pet his head with your blue stained finger. He suddenly grabs your finger before you could take it away, staring at the blue tint, he narrows his wine red eyes at you, head shaking slowly as if he's reprimanding you.

“What?” You shrug innocently, “I only ate a couple!”

Hobie sniffs at your finger, in his bat form it's hard to look intimidating or scary mostly when you're barely the size of a fist. You tamp down a giggle while his pink nose sniffs. He looks back at your lips where there's evidence of blueberry juice clinging to the corner of your mouth. He could use his telepathy and talk to you that way but this is more fun for him. Especially when it comes to teasing you.

He opens his maw, revealing sharp fangs. For a moment you thought that he'd bite you, your eyes widened at the thought. But he shuts his mouth closed, leaving his tongue out, giving you a little kitten lick across the pad of your finger.

You laugh at how his tiny licks tickle you, he clings to your finger tighter, bat body holding on to your hand for dear life as you try to yank him away. “Hobie!” Giggling, fingers wet, he finally gives you reprieve by flying away and landing on your chest with his body spread eagle, wings fully unfurled and relaxed. “Oh you big baby.” You come down from your fit of giggles, petting him briefly and then grabbing one blueberry to feed to him. He accepts it wholeheartedly, munching and chewing on the fruit like It's ambrosia, and even purring and humming. You can feel his happiness through the blanket as he practically vibrates.

This goes on for awhile, you feed him a piece, you eat the next couple ones until he squeaks impatiently. With your hand fully smelling of fruit, and the packaging empty, you wipe your hands clean while Hobie still lies on your chest, eyes fighting sleep.

After a moment of silence, his slow breaths tell you that your little vampire bat has fallen asleep. So you slide down on the bed from your sitting position to lie down properly, sleep already taking over. But you still don't close your eyes for fear that you might roll over and squish him in your sleep. Wooden stakes and the sun might be the only things able to kill him but you still don't want him to turn into a bat pancake.

Grabbing his body carefully, your hand wraps around his middle perfectly. After getting a hold of him while making sure you won't drop him, you pull him off your chest. You lift him up for only a moment before something stops you, or someone for that matter. Looking down, you see that with his tiny hands and feet that have sharp claws is clinging on the blanket, refusing to be separated from you. He's still asleep, tiny tummy protruding from his abundant midnight snack.

As much as you love the adorable sight, you have to take him off of you and place him on his side of the bed instead. So you start to wake him up, finger rubbing up and down his fuzzy back while you coo softly at him.

“Come on, Hobie, you gotta wake up. You can't sleep on top of me like this or I might squish you again. Remember last time?” With you booping at his pink nose, he stirs awake, red eyes blinking slowly at you. “There you are, sorry but I have to move you—” A poof of smoke appears and suddenly the weight on top of you gets heavier. “Hobie!” You gasp when he wraps all his long limbs around you, warm hand finding penchant on the small of your back, while the other has wiggled its way under your nape where calloused fingers rub along your skin just like you were doing to him a few minutes ago.

The smoke clears and you're greeted by a very smug vampire whose red eyes are aglow with amusement. “Evenin’”

“Hobie! You're heavy!” Your grin betrays you.

“You weren't complaining before,” he snuggles closer on your chest, nose nudging on the blanket. “‘sides, ‘m already comfortable.”

“Well I'm not and I'm just as sleepy.” Despite your words, your hands have found their way on his back, embracing him fully.

Hobie fakes a loud snore, head falling limp, and even lolling his tongue out for added effect. You chuckle, fingers massaging the knot on the back of his neck. With a groan, he holds on to you tighter as if he's not already impossibly close to you.

“You okay?” You ask, neck stretching down to kiss along his hairline.

“Yeah,” he says against the collar of your shirt. He's completely relaxed, “just want to be close to you.”

You've gotten used to his weight on top of you, smiling against his skin before you lay your head back down. “Okay, go to sleep.”

“Did you like the blueberries?” Hobie lifts his head up, chin placed on your chest.

You meet his eyes, “yes, it was really good. Thank you for bringing them.” He gives you his best smile, already thinking of ways he can get more. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah,” he lifts himself up, now hovering above you, inches away from your face, staring at you like you're the best thing in the world. He feels like you are. “But this is infinitely better.” You beam up at him, and with that he meets you halfway for a saccharin, blueberry juice kiss.

[really-fanny-longbottom]

echoes of the past

summary: a new rebellion in the court of nightmares brings the revelations from the past to the surface.

warnings: angst, mentions of death, loss, grief, forced marriage, violence, blood and fights.

words: 8.3k

Rhysand hated this day.

He wished he had the power to be able to skip it every year.

As always, he found himself unable to sleep.

So, without the intention of disturbing his beautiful mate who was sleeping peacefully next to him, Rhys slipped out of the room and went to his office, where he made sure to fill a glass to the brim with his most expensive whiskey and add three ice cubes before sitting in his black leather chair and looking at the painting.

The painting that caused pain in his heart every time he saw it but would never dare to get rid of. 

Not only because of the person who had offered it to him but also because of the two persons who were represented in it.

His mother and sister.

The painting was beautiful.  

His sister was sitting in a wooden chair with her long black hair loose over her shoulder, a violet dress with small sparkles at the ends of the fabric matched the color of her eyes, a silver star-shaped pendant decorated her neck and a pair of matching earrings in her slightly pointed ears.

His mother was standing next to the chair with one of her hands on her daughter's shoulder.  She was wearing a shiny black dress with a small golden necklace decorating her neck while long earrings of the same color took place in her round ears.

Their wings were beautifully painted with dark tones and a light red on the membranes, and  both females had a tiara resting on top of their heads to match with the color of jewelry they wore.

Rhys' favorite part was how Feyre managed to portray the motherly love that filled his mother's eyes and his sister's innocent and caring smile.

It was just like he remembered. 

Feyre gave him the painting as one of her gifts for the Winter Solstice.

The painting was given to him in the confines of their bedroom, as Feyre, thoughtful as always, felt that receiving the painting in front of their family might have been too much for Rhys.

So she gave him the gift after everyone went to their own rooms when the night of celebration came to an end. 

There, Rhys stared at the painting with tears in his eyes and a sinking heart. 

When Feyre had asked him to see his mother and sister, he had no idea it was for this reason.

There weren't enough words to express how grateful and loved Rhys felt that night.

The painting now hung on the wall of his office behind his desk next to the painting of Feyre that Rhys had placed there after they moved into the River House.

The most important females in his life gathered on the same wall and how he wished it wasn't just on the wall that they were side by side.

It had been so long, but Rhys remembered that day as it had been yesterday. 

Today marked the anniversary of their death. One hundred and ninety-seven years, to be exact.

One hundred and ninety-seven years since the day that changed his life forever. 

One hundred and ninety-seven years of longing. 

Gods, how he hated this day. 

His glass has already been refilled three times since he sat down in his chair, but before he could continue to drown his sorrows, several knocks on the door sounded throughout the office.

"Come in," Rhys said without taking his eyes from his loved ones.

Heavy footsteps reached his ears after the door opened and stopped when they reached his desk.

With one last look at the beautiful females, the High Lord turned in his chair and was met with his brothers.

The males were wearing their Illyrian leathers and armed.

At the sight of his brothers, the ones he loves so dearly and went through so much together, he knew something was wrong.

Because it wasn't his brothers that Rhysand was seeing. It was his General and Spymaster.

Rising to his full height and placing an air of indifference on his features, Rhys assumed his role as High Lord and asked "What is it?"  

"The Court of Nightmares." Azriel began by telling him, "My spies haven't detected anything this past week. No fighting, no commotion, not even a sound. Nothing."   

The hairs on Rhysand's arms stood up, and a shiver ran down his spine.  

To an outsider, this would seem like a good sign - a sign of peace, but it wasn't. Silence in the Court of Nightmares was worse than any reports of violence and screams.

Rhys braced himself. They all knew what this meant.   

Cassian broke the silence, and his General's voice filled the office. "It's happening again," he said while crossing his muscled arms over his chest. "They're preparing for a new rebellion."

Rhys let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Not this again," he leaned against the desk before continuing. "Why do they keep doing this?"  

"Have you noticed that it always happens around the same time?" Azriel asked him, making his brother's gaze meet his, "The First Rebellion happened on this same day one hundred and ninety-seven years ago. The Second Rebellion also took place on this same day, one hundred and thirty-four years ago." 

"As did the Third and Fourth Rebellions." Cassian finished his brother's thought, "Always on the same day." 

"The same day that your family was killed, Rhys, and you became High Lord." Azriel told him.

"You think it's related?"

"I'm not sure. I think if it was related to you, you would be the target of their attacks, but you're not and never have been."

"Exactly," Cassian continued. "Instead, they attack each other, and it's always the same two groups: the Nightmares and the Dreamers."  

They never discovered the reason for the rebellions.  

No one ever spoke, not even when interrogations were carried out.

When the First Rebellion happened, Rhys and his Inner Circle assumed it was due to his ascension to the throne and that one side defended him as the new High Lord while the other side opposed him.

But the truth is that it continued to happen, so that thought no longer made sense.  

But the fact that it always happens on the same day his family left this world?  

It couldn't be a coincidence.  

Whatever it was, had to be related to the events of that day.

Rhys turned to look at the painting one more time. 

Longing and pain always invaded him on this day. He had no doubt whatsoever that if they were here, things would be very different.  

After a long minute of silence, Rhys turned and met both his brothers' gazes and began to say, "These rebellions need to stop. The last one caused too many deaths, and we can't continue to tolerate them," Rhys voice became serious before telling his orders. 

Rhys still remembers when he received the report of the Fourth Rebellion. 

That one happened during Amarantha's reign, and with Rhys trapped in Under the Mountain and Azriel, Cassian and Mor trapped in Velaris, it meant that there was no one to stop them, leaving them at each other's mercy for days until they decided to put an end to it.

That was the most violent and bloody rebellion of all and caused a high number of deaths.

"I want answers. I want to know what is causing these rebellions, and we are not leaving without getting them first."

Cassian and Azriel nodded their heads in agreement before Cassian proceeded to speak. "Feyre and Mor insist on coming with us."

"Very well," Rhys said and started heading towards his office door and down the hallway with his brothers right behind him "Let's get this over with."

- 

The Hewn city didn't look like the Hewn City.  

The well-known Court of Nightmares was ruled by chaos with violence, shouting, and despicable activities as its style.  

Silence and peace were unknown to its inhabitants.  

But it was the first one that was happening when the Inner Circle arrived.  

Silence hovered over the interior of the mountain, making the footsteps of the newcomers echo throughout its entire extension.  

Not a soul was in sight, making the place not only look abandoned but cursed. It was as if there had been a war a long time ago, and it had exterminated everything and everyone who lived there, leaving behind the taste of destruction in the air.

While walking, no one dared to speak with the thought that it might be an ambush.  

That thought was proved false, when minutes later, on the other side of the mountain, on a level below them, Rhys and his family found two armies facing each other with armor on their bodies, weapons in their hands and the promise of 'blood' written in their eyes.

Keir was in front of what appeared to be the Nightmares while a young man with dark hair and skin was in front of what could only be the Dreamers.

The moment Rhysand prepared to speak, a war cry filled the air, causing a tremor through the mountain walls. 

The two armies advanced.  

And so the Fifth Rebellion began.

-

Two hours.  

It took two hours for them to declare the Fifth Rebellion over.  

No deaths had been caused this time, only leaving both sides injured and much angrier after being doused by the High Lady who used her powers to distract them while they were separated by the High Lord and his brothers.

Those who were involved in the fight were taken in turn to the room where Azriel was carrying out the interrogations. Despite the male's persuasion and insistence, none of them broke.

Rhysand couldn't understand why no one was talking. It was as if both sides had made a pact with each other not to reveal what was happening even if they fought each other until they shed blood.

With the interrogations over a few hours later, the Inner Circle began heading to the meeting room where they would finally speak to Keir.  

With a little luck, perhaps he would be the one to give in and finally reveal the reason behind all of this. 

However, their paths were interrupted. As they passed by the orphanage, they came across something that caught their attention.

Azriel was the first to see it.

To his right, a large painting of a young female encased in a gold frame rested against the wall of the mountain.

Several bouquets of flowers of all types, shapes, and colors occupied the place at the foot of the painting.

Azriel found himself captivated by it. He was never an admirer of art, but of course, he could tell when a painting was well executed, but this one - this one was a true work of art. 

The painting captured the beauty and details of the young female in a stunning way.

Azriel could feel her sympathy and generosity through it. He could feel that she had a good heart, that she gave warm hugs, and had a sweet voice accompanied by an even sweeter smile. 

Azriel also didn't miss the sparkle in her eyes, which was rare considering the place they were, but it was there.

He couldn't look away - she must be the most beautiful female he's ever seen. 

'The artist who painted this must be very talented,' Azriel thought.

But the Shadowsinger wasn't the only one captivated by the painting - Feyre was too.  

The High Lady went through every brushstroke represented in the painting, every detail that the artist managed to represent, and it was simply incredible.  

Feyre had always appreciated art, she never had the opportunity to see much of it in her life but she had no doubt that the painting in front of her was the best she had ever seen and that not even herself, with all of the time in the world at her disposal, would ever be able to recreate such piece. 

She could admire the painting forever, and if it weren't for the movement she caught in the corner of her eye, she probably would have.  

To her left, Feyre saw an old female wearing a black dress and her hair in a bun coming out through the orphanage door.  

The old female carried a bouquet of lilac tulips in her hands and Feyre saw her lowering herself to the foot of the painting where she rested her tulips next to the other flowers and began to organize the floral arrangements.

Seeing that her family was still observing the painting, Feyre decided to approach the old female.  

She stopped to pick up a fallen flower in front of her before approaching the female and crouching down beside her.  

Feyre was aware that this was not the type of behavior she should display in the Court of Nightmares, but after witnessing what had happened earlier, she did not care how she was seen in the old female's eyes.

"Here," Feyre said gently as she lifted the flower towards her.  

When their eyes met, the female didn't shrink from who she was staring at. It was as if she didn't care that it was the High Lady who was at her side.  

"Thank you," she replied in a quiet voice before taking the flower from Feyre's hands and adding it to a bouquet of flowers that matched it.

Feyre looked around and took in all the flowers around her. There were dozens - if not hundreds - of them.  

But the ones that stood out the most were tulips, especially lilacs tulips.

She shifted her eyes to the painting, which was now so close that she could see details she hadn't had before. It was even more beautiful in this proximity. 

When Feyre looked at the old female again, she noticed her crooked posture and dark circles under her red eyes, revealing tiredness and sadness.

It was after a long moment that Feyre dared to ask, "Who is she?"

The old female stopped her movements, and without taking her eyes off the flowers, she hesitated before calmly responding, "Y/N."

Ignoring the female's hesitation, she continued, "Is she your daughter?"

She let out a sad little laugh and arranged the flowers again as she replied, "Something like that."  

Feyre gave a weak smile at the statement and watched her start a flower crown for a few seconds before her voice filled the air around them again. "I don't think I've ever seen you before. Who are you?"

Still without meeting the High Lady's eyes, she said, "My name is Agatha. My children call me Mother Agatha," she smiled a little before continuing. "I'm responsible for the orphanage and for all the children and teenagers who live there.

Before Feyre could respond, a sensation appeared on her back, and when she turned around to find out the cause of it, she saw that it was her mate.  

It was Rhysand who asked this time, "Is Y/N one of the orphans you took care of?"

If Agatha was surprised by the new voice, she didn't show it. The female remained calm, just as she had been when Feyre crouched beside her. 

"Not exactly," Agatha paused for a few seconds and Feyre watched her swallow the lump in her throat before saying, "Y/N wasn't an orphan but I took care of her, yes. Her parents were noble and had no interest in her when she was a child, so I took her in. I took care of her, educated her, and kept her warm and her belly full." 

Agatha continued working on the flower crown while finishing her answer, and this time, the old female eyes met the High Lady's blue ones for the first time. "So yes. In a way, Y/N was my daughter," another faint smile made its presence on the female's face. "All my children are." 

"That's very nice of you." Cassian told her. 

At the sound of the General's voice, Agatha lowered her eyes again and focused on finishing the crown. 

Feyre saw the change in the female's face. She saw sadness coming back to her and couldn't help but feel guilty that she and her family could be the reason for it. 

"Where is she now?" Azriel asked.

Agatha didn't respond. She didn't even look at Azriel. Whether out of fear or lack of interest, none of them knew.

To her silence, Morrigan spoke, "You don't know where your children are?" 

Silence.

"I thought you were responsible for them." She added. 

More silence. 

And then, Agatha stood up faster than any of them could have predicted. Sadness had left her face and was now dominated by anger.

Agatha may be old and a simple inhabitant of the Hewn City with no powers, but courage was not something she lacked as she stood up to the most powerful group in the Night Court, if not Prythian.

She stared at the blonde female without ever breaking eye contact, "I do everything I can for those children. But unfortunately, I can only hold them in my arms until they turn eighteen. After that, they are on their own, and you can thank that to your terrible father. His orders, not mine."

Morrigan was lost for words. No one in that despicable city had ever dared to speak to her like that.

Before things could escalate, Rhys put an end to it by apologizing for his cousin, making Agatha calm down. 

Rhys took a step forward, making the female's eyes move away from Morrigan and focus on his violet ones. 

"Today's rebellion. Do you know what caused it or the previous ones?" He asked calmly but with his High Lord voice still present. 

Agatha showed signs of discomfort at the question and hesitated again to answer. 

Azriel recognized that behavior. He has seen it many times throughout his life. 

That was the behavior of someone who knew what was going on but was too afraid to speak.

"Tell us." He said with a look of indifference on his face.

Agatha didn't respond, and this led to Cassian crossing his arms over his chest before speaking again. "We need to know. Don't you want your children to be safe?" 

Agatha looked at the ground for a few moments before looking at the male and slightly nodding her head. 

The children were her weakest point, and as she said moments before, she would do anything for them. 

"It happened a long time ago. After the first and second rebellions, I thought it would stop, but...it kept happening." 

Rhys nodded for her to continue.

"Even though it happened a long time ago, it's still a sensitive issue for us. Usually it's just shouting and small fights but when this day comes...well, you've seen what sometimes happens." 

"The day my family died and I became High Lord." Rhys added.

Confusion flashed across Agatha's eyes at the male's words, and this time, she didn't hesitate to respond. "Oh, that-" 

Before Agatha could finish, new sounds began to invade the interior of the mountain. 

The inhabitants returned to their daily activities as if a rebellion had not happened just a few hours ago.

A few meters away, Keir was talking to another Lord and the sight was enough to make Agatha shrink and turn her back to avoid being seen even though she was in the presence of the High Lord and Lady. 

With her eyes focused on the other side of the mountain, she asked in a low voice, "If I help you, will you promise to stop the rebellions? I want my children to be safe."

Feyre was quick to assure the old female that they wanted that too. 

When Agatha showed intentions to speak, she was interrupted again, but this time with a younger and closer voice.

"Mother Agatha?"

The group turned at the sound of the new voice and were met with the boy who had led the Dreamers' army. 

"Dain." Agatha said almost in a whisper.

Dain was young and tall, he had blue eyes that contrasted with his dark skin and hair, muscles were visible under his clothes and a sword rested on his right side while he carried a large wooden box with both hands. 

"Is everything okay, Mother Agatha?" Dain asked as he came face to face with the female.

Agatha smiled at his words and placed both hands on the sides of his face before saying, "Yes, my boy."  

The boy reciprocated the smile, and when she noticed the box he was carrying, she asked while lowering her hands. "You're still going?" 

"Of course," the boy didn't hesitate to say. His gaze drifted to the painting, and with a sad smile, he added, "She would beat me if I didn't go."  

The two laughed at the boy's words before the old female became serious again, a thought forming in her head and with a last look to the group she said to her boy "They're going with you. Take them to Kai." 

Dain's eyes swept over the group, and an air of annoyance appeared in his voice. "Oh, he's not going to like that." 

"I know, but they want to know the reason for the rebellions," Dain's mouth opened, ready to protest, and at that small action, the female placed a hand over her heart, "I know. But they can stop them and it will be safer for all of us, especially for the children."  

"Mother Ag-"

"Please, Dain." 

"But-"

"I know. Believe me, I know, but it's the only way." The old female begged, and the suffering that appeared on her face was enough for the boy to give in. 

"Okay." The boy responded defeated, knowing he couldn't say 'no' to the female who did everything for him. 

Agatha smiled and addressed the group. "Go with Dain. He will take you to Kai, who is another one of my children," she let out a sigh before continuing. "He won't like to see you, but he will tell you everything. It's safer that way." 

She indicated the people around them with her head, and it was then that the group noticed how many people were already there.

Too many eyes and ears.

After the old female kissed the boy's head several times and he complained but with a smile on his face, the group, now with one more member, began to head towards the outside of the mountain. 

It was Cassian who asked the question everyone wanted to know "Where are we going?"

Dain, who was at the front of the group, didn't turn or look at any of them, his smile was long gone, and now an annoyed expression was on his face when he responded. 

"Spring." 

-

They arrived in Spring about ten minutes ago.

Dain was very vague about where they were going, only sharing that they were going to a house that was nearby and that they would have to walk due to the wards that protected the house. 

The next few minutes were filled with just the wind hitting the leaves of the trees and the flapping of the wings of some birds flying nearby.  

"Do you know the reason for the rebellions?" Rhys broke the silence. 

"Everyone who lives in that hell knows. Shouldn't you know? You are the High Lord, after all." The boy questioned him.  

Rhys deflected a tree branch that was in his path before replying, "I know they happened on the same day my family died, and I became High Lord." 

Dain stopped in his tracks, making everyone else do the same.  

He snorted and shook his head in disbelief. He turned to face the people behind him before focusing on the violet-eyed male. "With all due respect, High Lord, but no one cares about you or your family. Not in the Hewn City, at least." 

Rhys didn't react. Not even a muscle.

He knew that he and his family, including the Inner Circle, were not liked in the Hewn City, but hearing those words from the boy's mouth had an effect that he had not anticipated and for some reason, he didn't like it. 

Before turning back to the front and leading the group the rest of the way, he added, "The rebellions are not because of you."

And with that, Dain turned back to the front and continued on his way. 

Silence returned, bringing awkwardness with it.

The group looked at each other, no doubt trying to digest the boy's words. Rhys nodded to resume their walking and began to follow the boy. 

However, the silence didn't last long "So, are you going to tell us who Kai is, or are we going to have to wait to find out?"

Dain turned his head slightly in the direction of the General's voice, and it only took a few seconds before he replied, "He's my brother."

Azriel asked this time, letting his curiosity get the better of him. "What did Agatha mean when she said he won't be happy to see us?"  

Dain snorted again, and his response only increased everyone's curiosity. "It's not just him. No one will be happy to see you." 

"Why?" Morrigan asked, but the only response she got was a disapproving look from the boy in front of her.

The same look Agatha had given her. 

When she repeated the question, the boy once again preferred silence to talking to her.

Realizing she was being ignored, the blonde female locked eyes with her family, only to see their confused looks.  

Feyre decided to intervene and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the female in the painting?"  

"Y/N?" Azriel added.  

And once again, without them being able to predict it, the boy turned quickly, letting the box fall to the floor with a loud noise and his hand reaching for the hilt of the sword. "Don't you dare say her name! You have no right to that."

The gesture surprised everyone, while Rhys raised his hands in the form of surrender to calm the boy, Cassian and Azriel took their hands to their sword and knife, respectively.

Azriel was aware that if a fight broke out, the boy had no chance but he was also aware that the boy in front of him was the same one who had led an army against Keir's just a few hours ago and managed to emerge unharmed and for that same reason, Azriel wasn't going to underestimate him.

He studied the boy. The centuries he spent as a Spymaster helped him perfect how to read people effortlessly. 

Azriel got all the necessary information in a matter of seconds.

He noticed how Dain's hand was squeezing the hilt of the sword too tightly, revealing that he was nervous; he noticed how the boy's eyes did not show violence but rather hurt and suffering and how his breathing was rapid, showing the fear that ran through him. 

The boy didn't want to fight. He simply wanted to make a stand. 

When Azriel realized that Dain wasn't going to swing his sword, he spoke again, "It's because of her, isn't it?"

Dain's eyes looked away from Azriel, and he stared at the ground, making it clear that the topic of the conversation didn't please him, but that didn't make the Shadowsinger stop.

"Something happened to her," the male felt his family's eyes on him, but his attention was focused on the boy. "Agatha spoke of her in the past, and so did you."  

The male's last words made the boy's eyes dart to theirs, thus regaining his attention, and it was then that Azriel took the opportunity to ask one last question.

"What was she to you?" 

Dain was taken by surprise, and everything he felt at that moment was revealed on his face, allowing the Inner Circle to read him like an open book. 

When the young male opened his mouth to speak, several sounds appeared in the forest around them, and before the group could prepare themselves, three figures emerged from behind the trees. 

Two of the figures wore silver armor with black cloaks and swords in their hands, the third figure, the one in the middle, wore a black suit and looked extremely similar to Dain, except that he was taller and more muscular.

"Kai." Dain said.

Kai's blue eyes swept over the group, and he didn't hide the irritation he felt when he recognized them.

Meeting his younger brother's eyes, Kai asked, "What are they doing here?"

Dain crouched down to pick up the wooden box that had been forgotten in the grass before returning to his full height and replying, "They want to know the reason for the rebellions." 

"No," Kai was quick to respond, "Leave. Now." 

"Kai-" 

"I said no. They're not welcome here."   

Before Kai could say anything else, Dain interrupted him and grabbed his arm gently  "Mother Agatha sent them," that was enough for Kai's eyes to soften "she believes they can stop the rebellions."

Feyre realized in that moment that Agatha was more respected and considered than she had thought. 

A mere mention of the old female's name and the males in front of her calmed down.

A fight wouldn't happen today. 

Regardless of what they thought of the situation, they would respect the wishes of the female who had raised them. 

"For Mother Agatha." Dain gently let go of his brother's arm and received a slight nod.

When Dain and the rest started to make their way back to the house, the Night Court followed them, disappearing silently through the forest. 

-

As they passed the wards, a mansion and a vast garden came into view.

Green dominated the garden. Several bushes, plants and trees surrounded the mansion, a stone fountain was in the center with some ducks swimming in its crystal clear water. 

Several lilacs tulips beds were along its entire extension.  

The mansion was white, with tall windows and a large oak entrance door, several vines decorated the corners of the house and the roof. 

But that wasn't what caught their attention. 

It was the children, teenagers and even adults. All females.

The children played with each other, some girls painted while others read and some older ones did gardening, all while smiling and talking. 

No signs of fear or pain.

As they approached the mansion, it was then that the Inner Circle realized that this was not a normal house. 

Above the oak door, a white signal with black words came into view: 'Y/N 's Association for Young Girls and Females'.

It was a shelter.

-

The entrance to the mansion was majestic, just like its garden.

The hallway was painted with white walls and golden lines, some tall vases in light shades of blue were leaning against the walls with various flowers and a bright chandelier hung in the middle of the room.

A white carpet stretched from the front door to the end of the hallway where a staircase was with two sets of stairs on each side, one on the right and one on the left. 

But what stood out most were the various paintings in golden frames that decorated the walls. 

Paintings that represented the same female over and over again - Y/N.

There were paintings in which the female was alone and others in which she was accompanied. 

The Inner Circle's eyes swept past them all and recognized some of the people accompanying her.

A painting where Y/N was with Kai, another where she was with Dain and one with the two boys on either side of her.

The three of them had their arms around each other's shoulders and big smiles on their faces. 

One contained Y/N with Agatha and Rhysand recognized the emotion that occupied the old female's eyes as it was the same one he encountered every time he looked at his mother in the painting - maternal love. 

Everyone was smiling - Azriel noticed - genuine smiles. 

Both in the paintings in which she was alone and in those in which she was accompanied, Y/N smiled just like everyone on her side - as if her smile was contagious. 

His eyes focused on the last painting at the end of the corridor. 

Y/N wore a blue dress with silver sparkles, her hair cascaded down her shoulders and a graceful smile filled her face.

"She lit up the room when she walked in, no matter where she was." 

Azriel found Dain beside him, his blue eyes directed at the painting and not at him. 

Dain continued without moving his eyes even as the Shadowsinger watched him. "That was her. Always smiling, always seeing the good side of things even when there wasn't one."   

"What was she to you?" Azriel repeated the question that was left unanswered by the boy.

One of Dain's hands touched the painting and once again, his eyes now shone with tears, "Everything," he swallowed the lump in his throat  "she was everything." 

Not giving Azriel time to say anything back, the boy disappeared into the hallway. 

Before Azriel could realize where Dain went, his attention was caught by the voice of the boy's brother.

"My office is this way."

-

The Inner Circle was sitting in front of Kai's desk, except Azriel who preferred the back of the wall to the comfort of the seat.

He despised the group and if it were up to him he wouldn't tell them anything but out of respect for Mother Agatha, for everything she did for him, Kai decided to respect her decision.

"Y/N was born in Hewn City, just like me. I met her at the orphanage after my parents abandoned me and Dain. Y/N had already been there for a few years, her parents were noble and close to the Keir and had no interest in her so they left her to fend for herself until Mother Agatha decided to take her in." 

"When I initially went to the orphanage, I was  problematic. I got into a lot of fights and messed up a lot until...," Kai paused for a few seconds and cleared his throat before continuing, "until Y/N decided to intervene and gave me a big lecture about what I was doing with my life." 

Kai let out a weak laugh, his eyes distant with memories of the past, "We became inseparable, even though she was a few years older than me."  

Kai picked up a pen from his desk and began twirling it between his fingers, distracted by the movement, until the High Lady caught his attention.

"What happened?"

The pen stopped and Kai let out a long sigh before leaning against the back of his chair and running a hand through his hair, "She turned eighteen and that's was when she first bled. Suddenly, her parents were interested in her, suddenly, she was the most valuable thing they had."  

The memory of what had happened to Morrigan half a millennium ago invaded the members of the Inner Circle. 

A long time had passed, but those events would haunt them forever.

Kai gripped the pen so hard his knuckles turned white. 

"Keir was trying to achieve an alliance with the Spring Court. He believed that he and the former High Lord had the same..." Kai twirled his hand in the air as he searched for the appropriate word, "...ideals." 

Morrigan shivered. She knew what that meant.

The Truth-Speaker had fallen victim to Keir's 'ideals' and no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to forget the feeling of that nail on her skin.

Kai leaned back from his chair and rested his arms on the table as he faced each member of the Night Court in front of him.

"He decided to use Y/N as a means to achieve his goal and sold her in marriage to the High Lord's eldest son." 

Rhysand sighed loudly. He never understood how anyone could be in favor of this but before he could say anything, Azriel, still leaning against the wall, intervened.

"We never heard about the former Heir getting married." 

Kai snorted, "Of course not. Do you really think Keir would let someone ruin his plans again after the fiasco with the Autumn Court?" 

Kai concluded and his eyes went to Morrigan, in time to see the female looking down at the ground. 

"She married that scumbag five days after turning eighteen." Kai added with a disgusted face.

"What about her parents?"

Kai laughed loudly before facing the High Lady and responding with the truth she didn't want to hear. 

"Her father was the first to accept the offer when he heard the amount of money the High Lord was going to pay for her."  

"Where are they now?" Cassian asked. This reminded him of losing his mother and the actions that followed it.

"They were killed in the First Rebellion. I made sure of that." 

Kai's eyes settled on Rhysand's face and as he followed his line of vision he noticed what he was looking at.

Feeling the boy's eyes on him, Rhysand asked "What was she to you?"

Kai didn't hesitate to respond this time "My big sister."

Azriel was surprised by the answer. He assumed, from the way Kai spoke about Y/N, that he had feelings for her. 

But now as he watched the young male, he realized that he had misinterpreted it.

What Kai had in his eyes wasn't romantic love but sibling love.  

With his brother still looking at the painting, Azriel finally pushed himself away from the wall and approached him directing his eyes to what caught Rhys's attention. 

The High Lord of the Night Court was looking at the painting where Y/N was with Kai.  

Y/N was sitting on the floor with a much younger Kai sitting between her legs as she read him a story. 

The young boy had the biggest smile on his face.

A smile that, by the looks of it, had disappeared a long time ago. 

"Do you recognize her?" Kai asked Rhysand.

The male found a set of blue eyes already looking into his violet ones. "Should I?" 

The response that followed caught everyone off guard, especially Rhysand.

After the conversation in the forest, the group had already come to the conclusion that the reason for the rebellions involved Y/N. 

But just that. Everything else still remained a mystery, and no matter how many hypotheses Rhys had thought of on the way there, they couldn't be further from the truth.

Never in a thousand years would Rhysand and his Inner Circle have guessed the true reason if it weren't for the male in front of them.

"You should," Kai began, his eyes darkening, letting the anger behind them show, "considering it was your father who killed her." 

A heavy silence filled the hall and the air became cold like a winter night.

And that time, no one disguised their reactions, now, it was the Inner Circle that could be read like an open book.

"What?" The High Lord's voice trailed off and at that moment he was not the most powerful being everyone claimed he was. 

His heart was beating so fast he could have sworn everyone in the room could hear it. 

"She was at the mansion that night," Kai clenched his jaw, his anger no doubt deepening, "the night you and your father killed Tamlin's family for what happened to your mother and sister." 

Rhys' mouth opened in shock. The only regret he had from that night was not being able to stop his father from killing Tamlin's mother. 

Kai felt the weight of several eyes on him "When we found out about the attack on your mother and sister, it was almost the end of the day. We knew your father was going to retaliate. We tried to send a message to Y/N, to warn her, so she could run away, but...," Kai sniffed "it was already too late."  

A short silence filled the office before Kai spoke again. "The news of her death arrived a few hours later." 

"That's not possible." Morrigan said.

Kai stood up so quickly that his chair hit the floor at the same time his hands hit the table" My sister was innocent and he took her from me!”

Rhysand's throat was dry and when he finally managed to calm his heart enough to speak, every word that came out was scratchy. 

"I didn't know about her. My father never mentioned a female in the Heir's room." 

His eyes were still fixed on the blue ones, the boy's face didn't show what he was feeling and when Kai didn't speak, Rhys continued.

"The only thing my father said when he left Tamlin's eldest brother's room was that he had already taken care of the little heir."

Kai's face contorted in pain and the boy backed away from the table as if its material had burned him. His mask of indifference fell and his eyes shone with tears.

Kai turned his back and, taking a hand to expel the tears before they stained his face, he revealed the last secret.

The secret that would forever haunt the Inner Circle and Rhysand's reign.

"Your father wasn't talking about Tamlin's brother when he said that." 

Rhysand's heart dropped. 

Feyre clapped a hand over her mouth.

Cassian's knees almost gave out.

Azriel took a step back.

Morrigan held back her vomit. 

Kai let out an ironic laugh and stared at the ceiling as he uttered the following words "Things could be different. The Hewn City could be different. You had the power to change everything. You still do but you choose not to." 

And then, his eyes met the blonde female "Especially you."

Morrigan watched the young male.

"You were born and raised in that prison. You, better than anyone, know the hell it is. How females are treated. How you were treated."

Morrigan's brown eyes began to shine and she gripped the arm of the chair so hard that her nails left marks.

Even so, she didn't interrupt the boy. Nobody did.

Fed up with games, Kai let the tears fall this time, and the relief that action brought him was immeasurable. 

He let out another ironic laugh, but this time so loud that Feyre jumped a little from the chair where she was sitting.

"You don't know what they do, do you?"

The question was directed at Morrigan. She wasn't enjoying all the attention being directed at her. She wanted to go back to being ignored, just like she was in the forest.

"When girls become 'eligible' for marriages, their parents chain them to the bed at night," he studied the female, and with her attention all on him, he dropped the bomb "so they can't escape. So they can't pull a Morrigan." 

The Truth-Speaker needed all her strength and concentration not to vomit.  

"You got out. But the others didn't. Not all females have the luxury of having a cousin as a future High Lord." Kai finished the last sentence with his attention shifting to the male in question.

Rhysand didn't protest.

"What about you? You had all the potential to be a better High Lord than your father. Yet you've sat on the throne for almost two hundred years now and the only thing you care about is your precious Velaris."  

Deep down, they knew Kai was right. They all knew that not all people in the Hewn City were bad like Keir, some of them were good.

Like Y/N. 

"Y/N was a dreamer," Kai glared at everyone, "and she died in her worst nightmare." 

'I was a dreamer born into the Court of Nightmares. So I got out.' Morrigan's words echoed in her mind. 

She got out. Y/N didn't. 

How many more females like Y/N would there be? How many more like her would come? 

"This conversation is over," Kai said, heading towards the door, "you are welcome to stay and watch the ceremony. After that, I want all of you out of here." 

Kai didn't wait for a response as he left the office and slammed the door, leaving his almost guests to brood with guilt. 

-

Sunset had finally begun.

The garden was full of people, all of them dressed in white and with a lilac tupila in their hands. 

Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, Feyre and Morrigan were in the last row behind everyone.

Final arrangements were still being made while everyone waited for the ceremony to begin, giving Rhysand time to be tormented by his thoughts. 

The secret was out.

After almost two hundred years, they had finally discovered the reason for the rebellions.

Not because Rhysand or his family.

But because of a young female, who was loved and important to many, and had fallen victim to a terrible fate.

The High Lord's heart was heavy and he could not remove his eyes from the painting that stood in the center of the garden. 

The painting everyone was looking at. 

Another painting of Y/N, but now one where they could see the small swelling of her belly. 

Rhys always knew that his father was a horrible male, and in certain situations, he considered what he did to be horrendous.

But this? His father was a monster.

Before Rhys's thoughts could torment him any further, Kai's voice filled the garden.

"Today marks another year. Another year since our Y/N left this world and joined the stars."  

"Everyone says that when we lose someone we love, the best thing we can do is give it time,  that with it the pain goes away and we finally begin to heal." 

"But I think all of us who were lucky enough to know and love Y/N know that's a lie. The pain will never go away and the void she left us can never be filled." 

With Kai's speech made, Dain began his "This was Y/N's dream. This shelter was her idea when she was still a teenager. She always said that one day, she would build a shelter for young girls and females. So that they wouldn't be victims of their families."

"Where they could be whatever they wanted. Where they could be more than just wives and mothers. Where they could be free and create their own futures."

"Unfortunately, Y/N was never able to fulfill this dream on her own, so Kai and I, who had the greatest honor of being her brothers, decided to do it for her. And for all of you, ladies." 

"Y/N was one of the best people I've ever met and it was impossible to know her and not love her. She will never be forgotten and her legacy, without a doubt, will live on forever." 

Mother Agatha came out of the crowd and stood between the boys. "It is tradition to use white roses in these celebrations, but everyone who knew Y/N knows that tulips were her favorites. Especially..."

"Lilac tulips" several voices said in unity followed by some giggles. 

"Exactly," Agatha said with a smile, "so it will be with her favorite flowers that we will honor..." her voice broke and she took a few seconds to compose herself "honor my daughter tonight." 

Kai placed a hand on the female's shoulder and gave her a small smile before crouching down to pick up a floating lantern and lighting it. 

"Although the loss of Y/N causes us great pain, none of this would be possible without her" Kai kept his eyes on the lantern. "I would give anything to see her one more time but I know she is okay. I know that she is watching over us."

"I know she and her baby are together and at peace. And that's all I need." 

"As you know these ceremonies are to celebrate Y/N's life so today two hundred and eighteen floating lanterns will be released because that would be the age she would be if she were still with us." 

Dain passed a lantern to Agatha before grabbing his own. Everyone started grabbing the lanterns and attaching the tulips to them.

When the moon was high in the sky and the stars were shining brighter than ever, the lanterns were finally ready.

Kai raised his lantern and with his bright eyes and a calm voice he gave the cue.

"To Y/N."  

"To Y/N." A union of voices was heard. 

Several floating lanterns began to fill the starry sky.

The light from the lanterns allowed everyone to see the dozens of tulips that floated with them.

It was a magical view. 

All this for one person.

Kai's words weighed more and more like the truth in them.

They only found out about Y/N today but Rhys and his family had no doubt that her memory would haunt them forever.

The five of them looked at the painting one last time. The beautiful female in a white dress with such a warm smile and hands that caressed her little tummy.

They would never forget it.

Her name.

Her face.

Her smile.

Her baby.

They would never forget what they could have saved.  

A/n: Thank you for reading! I had this idea while rereading acomaf and decided to give it a try.

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A love as sweet as honey

The Rogers Family's first Halloween

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, The Barnes Family

A/N: I hope you guys like this!!! It's just a fun (I think it is) and fluffy extra for our other favorite family...

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Steve was never one to celebrate Halloween before. Sure he would dress up but it was mostly with a last minute costume that Sugar shoved in his hand. This year he was very excited to celebrate though. As soon as Bee was born he already had a family costume in mind. 

You weren’t one to celebrate Halloween either but seeing Steve so excited made you excited. He didn’t tell you what the costume was though. Steve would only let you know on Halloween day. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Here you go.” Steve hands you a garment bag. “Please go get dressed while I dress myself and Bee.”

You just shake your head and grab the bag. Finally you would find out what Steve had been working on for the last few weeks. You hear Bee cooing as Steve asks if she’s ready for her very first halloween. 

You’re confused by what you find. There’s an amber colored dress. The dress was made to look like it was dripping with teardrop shaped beads all over. There were also some shoes that made it look like the dress dripped on them. Finally there was a headband with a honey dipper floating in what seemed to be amber colored resin. The jewelry was little honeycombs and bees. You giggled but got ready, excited to see how Steve and Bee were dressed. 

“Are you ready?” You call out as you walk towards the living room. 

“More than ready.”

You laugh when you finally set your eyes on Steve and your daughter. Steve smiled proudly at his costume. 

“A beekeeper and his Bee, that’s cute.” He was dressed like a beekeeper and he had Bee strapped to his chest dressed as a Bee. 

“And his Honey of course.” Steve smiles as he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you in for a quick kiss. 

“So I’m just supposed to be a drop of Honey?” 

“Yup. Now, we should get going before we miss out on all the fun.” Steve ushers you out of the door.

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The halloween fair was in full swing. Kid friendly decorations were everywhere. As usual everyone that worked at the compound was there dressed up in all types of fun costumes. There are orange and purple lights hung up all around, carved pumpkins creating a path from the outer edges of the fair. Stalls for activities filled the area along with kiddie rides and food stands. Halloween music was played through speakers. Bee kicks her feet and coos while her head turns from side to side. 

You and Steve make your way through the crowd. There are kids and parents running around trying to do as many activities as they can. The three of you are having a great time just walking around and taking in the sights and sounds. Towards the center of the fair, there’s  a DJ booth and dance floor. Before you make it any further you’re stopped.

“Who are you supposed to be?” Steve asks as he looks down.

“Am Wednesday.”

“The day of the week?”

“She’s Wednesday Addams.” You inform Steve with a smile.

Standing in front of both of you with an annoyed expression on her face is Charlotte. She’s wearing a black dress, two braids and there’s a hand on her shoulder. 

“Wednesday Addams? With a hand on her shoulder?” Steve looks concerned. 

“We’re going to have to watch the Addams family so you understand. The hand on her shoulder is a character called Thing.” You tell him before getting closer to Lottie. “That looks so cool. It’s almost real. How did you- AHHH.”

You scream when Henry turns visible. Meanwhile the Barnes kids and Steve laugh at your reaction. 

“Sorry.” Henry says through his giggles.

“You’re two characters, smart.”

“Yeah, I’m Pugsley and Thing.”

“C’mon.” Lottie says as she starts making her way to her parents. 

You and Steve follow her through the crowd until you reach Bucky and Sugar. 

“You guys look amazing.” You say.

Bucky is dressed perfectly as Gomez in a black and gray striped suit and Sugar is killing it as Morticia in a long black dress, an equally as long black wig and Morticia’s signature makeup. In her arms is Peanut dressed as Pubert, the youngest Addams child. 

“Us? You guys look so cute.” Sugar gushes. 

“It was all Steve’s idea.” 

“It was easy to come up with.” Steve smiles brightly. 

The team slowly gathered around. Clint, Nat, Wanda and Vision were dressed up as ghostbusters. Sam was dressed as Dracula. Tony and Bruce didn’t really dress up. At least that’s what it looked like.

“Why didn’t you dress up?” Sugar shakes her head at them. 

“We did.” Tony looks down at his The Flash graphic t-shirt. “I’m Sheldon Cooper. Bazinga.” 

“And I’m Bill Nye.” Bruce fixes his bow tie. 

“Mama can we go now?” Lottie points towards an entrance. 

“Yes we can sweet Angel. Make sure you have your basket. Henry you too.” 

Bucky hands the kids their baskets and holds one up to you. “For Bee’s first Halloween.”

“Thank you.” 

The Barnes’ lead the way to the entrance Lottie pointed at a  big sign that read ‘Trick or Treat Lane’. Parents were lined up with their kids to get their candy. There were employees all standing next to boxes of candy, handing it out to all the kids. 

“Twick oh tweat.” Lottie holds up her basket. She looks bored to be there but she’s capturing Wednesday Addams’ character perfectly.

“Trick or treat.” Henry’s next. 

You watch as Steve excitedly walks up to the first person with Bee’s basket in hand. 

“Can you say trick or treat, Bee?”

Bee just blows a raspberry and kicks her feet. The group goes down the very long trick or treat set up grabbing full sized candy bars and filling the kids baskets. Once that’s done everyone goes their separate ways to enjoy some of the other activities. 

“Let’s go to the pumpkin station.” You pull Steve along and he happily follows you. 

“Hello. Take a seat and we will give you each a pumpkin. You can either carve or paint your pumpkin just make sure you put all the tools back once you’re done.” The attendant explains. 

Steve takes Bee out of the baby carrier and sits her on the table. She immediately grabs the small pumpkin and starts smacking it. 

“Are you excited Bee?” You ask as you lean over to look at her. She smiles and coos while she pats the pumpkin in front of her. “Alright, let's get to painting.”

You and Steve spend a few minutes painting and laughing at Bee’s reaction to everything happening around her. She’s a very curious child. 

“I need your hand honey.” Steve says. 

“What for?” 

“You’ll see.” Steve takes your offered hand and you shudder when you feel the cold paint being slathered on. 

“Alright, what do you think?” 

Steve turns the pumpkin around for you to see. It has his handprint in one color, then your handprint over his and finally Bee’s little print over yours. 

“Aaww Steve, that’s so cute.” You lean in and give him a quick kiss. “I love it.” 

“Now let me see yours.” 

“Oh it’s not as good as yours. It’s just a little Bee and her keeper.”

Steve smiles again. You love to see him like this. Happy and carefree with Bee in his arms. He makes you swoon when he flashes that smile in your direction. 

“It’s a great pumpkin Honey.” 

After the pumpkin painting you both went off to find more games. You played Witch’s hat ring toss and won a little stuffie for Bee. Steve played the wheel of doom which had different dares on it. He had to eat a bug, a fake one at least. You entered the family costume contest and came in 2nd place. Steve insisted on having some pictures taken of the three of you at the Photo Booth. 

“Where to next?” 

“Steebie!” You both turned to look for Charlotte in the crowd. “Come dance.” 

You find her at the edge of the dance floor with Henry holding Peanut. This time you carry Bee as you make your way to the kids. 

“You wanna dance with me sweetheart?” 

“No.” Lottie shakes her head. “I wanna dance with Bee. I can hold her. Here.” She holds up a bag of goodies for Steve to take, which he does reluctantly. Then Lottie holds her arms out for Bee. 

“Make sure to support her head, Lottie.” 

“I know. I take good care of her.” Lottie smiles at a babbling Bee. “Let’s dance Bee.” 

With careful steps she gets to the dance floor while Henry takes Peanut and follows Lottie. Clint’s kids and Sam’s nephews were already on the dance floor. The Monster Mash came on the speaker and Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you both watched the kids. Just as she promised, Lottie takes care of Bee while bopping along to the music. The other kids keep a protective semicircle around the youngest kids so no one accidentally bumps into them. It’s very sweet to watch. After dancing along to another song Lottie brings Bee back to you. Steve takes her and places her back in the baby carrier.

“Ok, I need a caramel apple.” You tell Steve as you take his hand and start dragging him in the direction of the stand. 

“Whatever my Honey wants, my Honey gets.” Steve chuckles at your eagerness for the sweet treat. 

You run into Sugar, Nat and Sam all waiting in line for an apple too. 

“Cara mia.” Bucky says as he appears out of thin air. He takes his wife’s hand and leaves a trail of kisses from her hand up her arm and ending on her neck. 

“You two disgust me.” Sam mutters. 

“I think it’s cute.” You counter. 

“That’s because you’re in love too.” Sam argues as he takes another step closer to the stand. 

After everyone got their treats you took a seat at one of the picnic tables. Steve looked over at your apple and how it was covered with almost every topping.

“That is a lot of sugar.” He murmurs as he watches you take a bite. 

“I’ll be fine. There’s an apple underneath, it balances out.” 

“Tell me that after your sugar crash.” Steve jokes but lets you have your treat. Instead he focuses on Bee and your friends. 

The kids make their way to the table to drop off treats, prizes and other things before they go back out and get lost in the crowd. Bucky now has Peanut sitting on the table, face to face with Bee. They babble and coo at each other while you and Sugar finish your apples. 

“What are we doing next?” Sugar asks as she gets up. 

“How about the haunted house?” 

“We can’t take the kids in there.” 

“Here, give me Bee.” Sugar tells Steve. “You guys go first and take your time, have fun.” 

“Are you sure?” You ask her but she only smiles as she coos at Bee. 

“Yes, go have some one on one time.” 

“Thanks, we’ll be back soon.” 

Steve takes your hand and leads you into the entrance of the haunted house. By the sounds of screams you can tell that it’s actually scary. Steve looks back at you to make sure you really want to do this. You nod and he walks in. The lights are either low or flickering.

 You held on tightly to Steve’s hand and still you screamed your head off when the first person popped out to scare you. After that you were really on edge. Every time you thought you were in the clear something or someone else would catch you off guard. By the time you walk out you’re sure the whole fair heard your screams. But still you laugh with Steve as you think back to how good you’d been scared. 

Bucky waves you off when you come back to get Bee. He tells you to do a couple more things just you and Steve. While you’re both reluctant to leave Bee behind, you eventually give in and run off to do a few more things. 

One of those things is apparently make out like teenagers in a dark corner of the fair. 

“Steve.” You giggle between kisses. “We’re gonna get caught.” 

“Who cares? I don’t.” Steve replies. His lips barely leaving yours, his hands roaming your curves. 

But he isn’t the only one craving touch. You are too and reciprocate every touch and kiss. Still in the back of your mind you thought about how mortifying it would be if someone found you.

“Steve?” 

“Yes, Honey?” 

“You really don’t care if anyone finds us?” You pull back only to see Steve’s lust blown eyes looking down at you. 

“How would you react if someone said ‘I saw Captain America making out with someone behind a building’?” 

You smile, “I wouldn’t believe them for a second.” 

“Exactly.” Steve leans in and places one more kiss on your lips. “But we can stop and go back.” 

You pull him down by his neck. “A few more minutes won’t hurt anybody.” 

~~~~~~~~~~

“Seems like you got your treat.” Sugar murmurs as you pass by and you can’t help the heat that creeps up your cheeks. She just laughs as you take Bee from her.

“Should we go get daddy, Bee?” You rock her as she leans her head on your shoulder and yawns. “Yeah, let's get daddy and go home. I think we’ve had enough fun for the night.”

“Have a good night, Y/N.” 

“You too, Morticia.” 

Steve is easy to find. He’s talking with Clint, Bucky and Sam about watching some game. When you get close enough he smiles at you and the sleeping little Bee in your arms. 

“Ready to go?” He asks.

“Yeah, she’s already asleep.” 

“It is past her bedtime.” He says, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow. I gotta get my girls home.” 

The guys say their goodnights and let you go on your way.

 It’s a quick and quiet walk back home. You take Bee up to her room and change her out of her costume and into some cozy pajamas. By the time you’re done getting Bee and yourself into comfortable pajamas Steve is already on the couch with the basket of candy. You sigh as you sit next to him and take the piece of candy he offers you. 

“So what should we watch?” He asks as he turns on the tv.

“We have to watch my favorite halloween movie, Hocus Pocus.”

“That’s the one with the witches that are sister’s right?” 

“Yeah.” You smile up at him. “Have you seen it already?”

“No, but I’ve heard about it.”

“Perfect. After that we can watch The Addams Family. That way you’ll get why Bucky and Mags make perfect sense and Gomez and Morticia.” 

“Whatever you want, Honey.” 

Steve pulls you in close. The two of you snuggle as you introduce him to the Sanderson sisters. Overall the first Rogers’ family Halloween was a sweet success. 

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Dude, i had an idea out of nowhere, and in my head it's so funny for no reason ☠️☠️ So, you know that theres like, that canon drawing that Alastor made for Angel's birthday?

((https://twitter.com/HazbinHotel/status/1642135435085217793?t=U6Kzncfye-QAjtJYy8R23A&s=19) This one)

So like, imagine that is Alastor's S/o birthday, and he decided to make her a drawing like that ☠️ idk it's weirdly funny in my head

So - a few things need to be said.

1. I know that Alastor canonically likes to doodle, and ever since episode 1 we really know just how awfully funny these doodles are.

2. what I didn't know was what the hell you were talking about, so I looked it up and... my god. The snorts I snaughted, the wheezes I whoze, the cackles I cuckled. He may be a 'gentleman', he may try to behave cordial and appear classy, but Doodle-Artist-Alastor is a fucking menace, no filter and so snappy, holy shit.

3. Now, for my highly professional opinion (*cough cough*) of what would happen if you, Alastor's s/o, would get a picture like this as a birthday gift. In front of everyone.

❤️ You agreed on celebrating your birthday, as redundant as you thought it was, only under the condition that no one would buy you a gift. If they wanted to hand you a present, you wanted it to be a small, handmade thing, valuing their time and thought behind it much more than the actual thing.

❤️ Everyone would hold true to this request, and the gifts you get match the giver perfectly.

❤️ Charlie and Vaggie crafted together, handing you a bejeweled jewelry box covered in glitter glue and snippets of photos they had taken of you and the gang over the time you were guest in the hotel.

❤️ Niffty, being both skilled in sewing and the chaos gremlin she is, presents you with a abysmal looking pile of different, sewn-together fabrics. You turn and twist it in your hands, thanking her without knowing what it is, until you find a golden snap lock hidden in the masses of layers. It's a very inconvenient coin purse.

❤️ Opening Angels gift has everyone holding their breath - preparing for something phallic, kinky or lewd. instead, you squeal as you pack a crochet version of Fat Nuggets, including his stubby little horns. Angels smug expression at the sheer surprise at his very unusual (and unexpected) talent of the gang quickly turns to a sweet smile as you crush him with your hug, telling him how much you love it.

❤️ Husk's gift for you is nothing corporeal. Instead, he announces he'd teach you one of his many magic tricks he often did for your sheer delight at your many evenings at the bar. He blushes a bit when you thank him with a kiss on his cheek.

❤️ Alastor would wait to be the last one to present his gift - it's known the best is always saved for last. He hands you a large envelope. Curiously you open it, careful not to tear it, and pull out a thick sheet of paper

❤️ Five heads hang over your shoulder, five pairs of eyes widen at the sight: The paper is full of scribbled doodles, a crude, macabre looking version of yourself in the middle, around it splatters of what looks like blood, grinning faces, and scribbled words: cutie pie - talks in her sleep - MINE MINE MINE - I love Alastor (in a speech bubble over your head)

❤️ Reactions would be mixed, Charlie would find it weirdly adorable, Niffty would point out anything she likes with bashful giggles, Vaggie would be as disturbed as Husk, while Angel would make fun of it, laughing while mocking the quality of the drawing.

❤️ you however, would be torn between genuine laughter and earnest emotionality you've never received something handmade from Alastor. He'd often shower you in little tokens of care, a bouquet of flowers, a new necklace, a dress or a scarf he's seen at Rosie's. You found it not only endearing, the thought of him, dressed in his pompous attire sitting at his bureau, drawing this made your heart ache with affection.

❤️ Quietly staring at the picture, Alastor would interpret your silence as veiled ridicule, and vanish into shadows, retreating. He had failed, his gift shown to be juvenile and lacking. Sulking, he would avoid you for the rest of the evening, only returning to your shared room when night already fell and everyone was fast asleep

❤️ He would find you in deep slumber, cheeks a bit puffy and shimmering from trails of dried tears. He'd tilt his head in curiosity, wondering what would've possibly made you cry, then he sees it - his painting, clutched in your hands and pressed to your heart.

❤️ He'd hurry to change for the night, scolding himself for drawing hast conclusions - he should know you better. When he gently pulls the paper from you to set it aside, youd awake, reaching out to him, starting to apologize for not giving him an appropriate reaction.

❤️ alastor would shush you, slipping into bed with you, and give you your other, much more intimate present.