#also nobody look at ANYTHING too closely or i'll cry :)

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when the greed island server challenge is an art challenge but you can’t draw for shit... color in a manga panel!!!

here she was before

[cutebat]

Yandere Batfam x Neglected, but Defiant Reader

The First Page

Warning(s): Neglect, emotional abuse, physical abuse, mind break (There are no yandere themes yet, but will be in another chapter)

(This chapter is basically the first part of the prologue and some things fixed)

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10 years old.

You were only 10 years old when the Gotham's billionaire, Bruce Wayne, entered through the doors of the orphanage that you lived under of.

You could remember the owner holding your hand as she lead you to the man who is going to be your father.

You remember when he placed his hand on your head as he introduced himself to you and promised that he'll give you a great life.

You remember when you came to the manor as he introduced you to your new family that consists of four new older brothers, one new older sister, and a butler.

You remember when everyone would talk to you and welcome you with loving embraces.

You also remember a few days foward when Bruce gave you a costume that resembled a white dress with pink details, which earned you the title of Batgirl.

And after all of that, it's like it never happened.

~~~~~

You are now being ignored by everyone.

Nobody gave you a glance, made excuses, and basically beat the shit out of you. Well, not exactly.

For example, there was one day when you came up to Bruce with a flyer in your hand.

"Um, hi, Bruce... I know you're busy right now, but... I'm going to have a school play and I got the main role. So... I hope you can stop by and watch."

You tell him in the nicest way possible.

However, Bruce was so focused on his paperwork that he didn't give you a glance. All he said was...

"Hm? Yeah, I'll go check it out if I finish all of this."

And suprise, suprise, he never showed up.

This resulted in you crying in the girl's restroom all alone in your costume.

~~~~~

There was also a time when you felt like you needed to train more, so you did it by going up to Dick who seems to be training with Damian.

"Um, guys? Can I join you two?"

You ask as you smile awkwardly as your two older brothers turned to you.

Which is why you became surprised when Dick smiles.

"Sure! But, do you mind if you wait until me and Damian are done with this sparring session? It won't take too long."

He said with a chuckle as Damian looked like he was glaring at his little sister.

You didn't want to be rude, which is why you just nodded before you went over to the corner and watched your brothers train.

As an hour passed, Dick and Damian stopped, which made you take the chance to finally train with them.

However, you seemed confused when you saw the two turning around and walking out of the batcave.

"He-Hey, Dick? I thought you and Damian were going to train with me."

You speak up in a timid tone, which the two clearly heard.

"Oh, about that. Sorry, (name), but we were already planning to go to the cafe for a break. Maybe tomorrow, okay?"

Dick said with an 'apologetic' expression before he leaves with Damian.

Because of this, you never asked him to train with you again.

~~~~~

These were all easily common, but there were some moments when it scarred you.

One time, Tim was basically forced to bring you to a mission along with his friends.

As the patrol went on, you seemed to get distracted a bit when you spotted Conner having some trouble.

Because of this, you left the scene and quickly dived in and fought alongside the teenage Kryptonian. Thanks to you, everything was handled.

Conner thanked you before someone yelled out your name. This made you jolt as you turned to see an angry Tim storming over to you.

Before you can say anything, he cuts you in.

"What on earth were you doing?! I told you to stay where you are, and you just had to ignore everything I say, don't you?!"

He yells as if someone murdered his close family member.

This made you so shocked as Conner was stunned. When Cassie and Bart came over to the spot, they were both shocked to see their friend, yelling at his little sister.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down, Tim. (name) didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who called her over to help me."

Conner defends you, but of course, Tim doesn't listen.

"Don't even try to defend her! She knows what she did! Oh, I am SO going to report this to Batman, so don't even try to cover yourself up!"

Tim said in a frustrated and angry tone towards you before he used his grappling hook and swooped down, leaving you behind with his friends.

"Hey, what the hell, asshole!"

Conner shouts out at his friend as he was shocked to him this angry.

He lets out a sigh before he looks over to see Cassie and Bart, comforting you as you are crying in their arms.

~~~~~

Yelling wasn't the only thing that you had to endure.

You even went through moments when things got a little too... physical.

It all happened when you were just trying to help someone in need.

You were walking down the hallway during the night as you just wanted a cup of water. As you were wandering down the hallway, you noticed some voices from someone's bedroom.

Jason's bedroom.

This made you curious as you got close to the door to hear Jason talking amongst himself as he sat on the edge of his bed.

He kept muttering stuff out of his mouth, which made you worried.

That is when you made a mistake by going inside.

"Jason...? Are you okay?"

You ask in a timid voice.

At that moment, Jason snaps his head towards you before everything starts to go blur. All you remember is him grabbing something like a pole type object before it was brought down towards your head.

And then, you woke up in your own bedroom, except you have a bandage wrapped around your head.

When you sat up, all you saw was Alfred, the family's loyal butler. No sign of your other family around, concerning about you.

Luckily, you recovered, and the wound went away after a month.

And, of course, Jason never apologized for what he did to you.

~~~~~

A few months was in, and no improvement has been made. You were always ignored. They made excuses of not wanting to spend time with you, and some of them actually hit you a few times.

All of that happened to your ten year old self.

But, did you give up on that spot? Nope.

You discovered on the internet what you can do to please your family to gain their attention. There were a lot of results, but the one that kept popping up the most was trying to reach your best achievements, which would result in them showing you more support from them.

And that's what you did.

You started to join in many after-school activities and studied all your might. It was tiring, and you almost passed out from exhaustion, but you kept going because you wanted at least your family to notice you.

The problem is that they never did.

They never congratulated you, celebrated on your accomplishment, and most of all, they didn't even give you a glance when you showed off.

All of that for nothing. Damn.

~~~~~

The breaking point wasn't because of all that. It was when someone else entered the family.

Duke Thomas.

A metahuman teenager whose parents died from the Joker Venom.

You thought that they might treat him the same way that they had treated you.

But, nothing.

Duke was showered with love, attention, and even praise.

The things that you never got when you came here.

Whenever you pass by whatever event that they're holding, you will always see them together. Being all happy, chatting, and laughing with one another.

They never do that when they're around you. Even on your birthdays. Actually, when was the last time they all celebrated your birthday?

At that moment, something inside you just snapped. Like, a loud crack echoes through your head that makes a loud ringing sound, kind of like a wake-up call.

Then, it all clicked.

They never cared about you.

They never even liked you.

The only reason why Bruce adopted you is because nobody wanted to.

~~~~~

The thoughts kept running through your head as you walked into an alleyway with a trash bag in hand.

Earlier today at school, you dropped out the clubs that you absolutely hated and pretty much just purposely laid back in your classes.

You feel empty.

When you finally reach the dumpster, you got on top of some stacked boxes because of your height and open the large lid.

You could only stare inside that had a lot of black colored trash bags. Your eyes were blank as you stared down inside.

That's when you muttered out.

"Why even bother...?"

With that, you tossed the trash bag that you were holding on into the dumpster.

After what it felt like hours, you finally got off of the boxes that you were standing on top of before you walked out of the alleyway.

As you walked away, something fell out of the trash bag that you threw out.

It was a white bat eared helmet.

The accessory that once matched with your costume.

That's right.

You were no longer Batgirl.

You never were, anyway.

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[genocidass]

believe — joão félix

joao félix x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: this is my first fxm and xreader fic i've ever wrote. also, english is not my native language.

watch it: angst, smut, cheating, unprotected sex, creampie, doggy style, (and he basically likes if you cry).

summary: you saw Joao probably flirting with another girl.

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It was supposed to be a surprise that you came all the way to England just to see him, that you'd find him that night without his knowledge and surprise him. That you two would spend a nice night together after a couple of weeks without seeing each other. 

However, you saw him whisper something to a girl at that party. She laughed at his joke, you felt the anger and disappointment build in your eyes when you saw him smile the way he smiles at you: charming and suggestive. You couldn't stay there any longer, you didn't even want to get close to complain or yell at him, you didn't want to make a scandal, you didn't want to be the center of attention for something as sad as that. 

You went home, he came back not long after you arrived. 

"Sorry baby, it's not what you think, it wasn't at all what it seemed." 

You don't say anything, you're about to shed tears in front of him again. 

"I swear that it's not like that, I came running as soon as the boys told me they saw you." 

You know, you also saw them when you were leaving the club. Your chest hurts, in your throat there is a knot. 

"I know what I saw, Joao" you say as a whisper, he still listens to you and denies. 

"It's not like that, she's nobody, just a friend of Alex's." 

"I saw how you looked at her." 

"Meu amor, believe me, I would never do something like that to you, please, believe me." 

He takes your face in his hands, they feel warm against your skin. His thumbs trace a path under your eyelids, and it's then that you realize you've finally collapsed in front of him without being too conscious. That your tears came out without being able to avoid it anymore, and he wipes them with his fingers. 

"You know you're the one and only for me." 

And you decide to believe him when he kisses your lips softly. You decide to believe him even though you know it's not the first time you've seen him in something like this. That public rumors run, that there are photos and evidence that he is cheating on you. You believe him because the way he holds you makes you do it. Because there is no way that someone who treats you with such passion and love, who says such sweet and beautiful words to you, could be lying to you. 

"I'll make it up to you" he says against your lips. "Please?" 

You nod. You stop crying when the kiss becomes more intense. The hand that supports your face goes down to grab your neck with a slight pressure. His lips slide until they are no longer on yours and now he gently bites your neck, leaving slight hickeys on the sensitive area. 

"You are so beautiful, babe, I have missed you so much" 

You let yourself be carried away by the sensations. You end up in bed, as you almost always do. He kisses every inch of your skin once you're almost naked. Teeth that bite superficially into the inside of your thighs causing you to start to get wet. Tongue that flutters over your nipples, leaving them hard and sensitive. Joao keeps saying things that sound like 'my love' and 'forgive me'. You still feel your chest hurt, but you try to ignore it and avoid thinking about it anymore. 

"I love how wet you always get for me," he says against your ear as he comes back up to kiss you.

His fingers slipped under your underwear. You shudder when you feel how they sink into the small separation, feeling your fluids. Your legs wide open, because you can never deny to him. His fingers end up entering you, slowly stretching as he bites your lip. 

"Joao" you moan against his mouth, your eyes pleading. 

"Tell me, baby." 

"Please" you don't know why you beg, it takes you a few seconds to collect your ideas. The fingers are starting to go in and out of your pussy, the feeling is good but you want more. Just like you want him to keep saying how much he loves you "Please don't ever leave me". 

"I won't, amor" he says with a smile so warm that you give up immediately at that moment. 

He takes off your underwear. He caresses your legs for a few seconds. His eyes drift to your pussy, which must be drenched from so much preparation. You don't want to wait any longer, you lift your hips a bit, Joao laughs softly. 

"Do you want my cock so bad, baby?" he ask, you nod.

"Yes, please, please." 

He enters you. He seems compassionate and tender at first, caressing your body with his big hands. Going in and out of you slowly. You can feel it fill you up, you've missed this. 

"You feel so good." 

You then forget whatever you saw, that doesn't matter anymore. Not when his hips start to move in a more synchronized rhythm and he hits the right spots inside of you. You can't stop moaning because of how good he feels, because of how good Joao always fucks you. Your eyes water and you tell yourself that it is not from sadness but from pleasure. He likes to see you cry while he fucks you, he always has. He doesn't stop with his thrusts, he just approaches to wipe your tears with his hand and he says things again that make you feel better. Things like 'everything will be fine, love', 'I like you so much' and 'it won't happen again'.

He starts fucking you harder. The room filled with the dirty, wet sounds of splashing and skins colliding. Joao runs a finger to your mouth without stopping to move. You suck it while looking into his eyes, because you know he loves it. You wrap your tongue around the finger, unable to stop gasping for breath. 

"My good girl." 

When he pulls out his finger, he also pulls out his cock of you. He asks you to turn around and get on your knees, you do so. He reintroduces himself into you, in this position you feel different, but just as good. Your face is pressed against the soft blankets of the bed, while Joao kneads your ass in his hands, sinking his fingers into the skin, while he moves you so that you are the one penetrating yourself with his penis. 

You start a rhythm, going in and out, however, it's not enough for him when he starts moving his hips too. You feel him so deep inside you, so good and hard. With not too strong spankings that he gives you, with his fingers bruising your skin, making you moan and make obscene sounds. 

Thrust after thrust he melts into you. You two are one in this way. No matter how many times it happens, no matter how many times he makes you feel insecure, you always come back to him, and he to you. As if neither could leave the other, as if what he says about nothing having happened was true. You don't want to care if it happened or not, you want to stop thinking about it but you can't. You feel just as good as bad. You feel how the pleasure implodes inside you next to your pain. And somehow you also enjoy that feeling. 

"I love you so much" he says, his voice cracking from so much action. 

"I love you too." 

He feels so good how he does it to you, you know you're about to orgasm by the way your legs don't want to hold steady in that position anymore. Because you feel how you start to shudder more and more. Joao realizes this and doesn't stop. Faster and more erratic thrusts. He keeps saying how beautiful you look like this, and that you can come for him. 

You touch the climax then, you moan when you feel the orgasm embrace you. Joao keeps moving inside you causing overstimulation, seeking his own pleasure. You let him use you, like you always do. You like this, you like having him inside you, the kisses from him that he is now spreading over your back and shoulders. You don't know when you dropped and your knees gave up, but he's still inside you. 

"Fuck-babe, do you want me to fill you, hm?" he murmurs pasty against your skin, you emit an affirmative sound. 

He asks you to get your ass back up and you do, he has better access now. You can feel him fucking you harder and faster, his balls crashing against your sensitive and overstimulated clit. You close your eyes with pleasure even if you've already come. Joao lets his cum spilled inside you, you feel when he finally orgasms. You listen to his agitated breathing and murmurs that come out of his mouth once you pull out his penis and see how the hot cream comes out of your hole. He says things that you can't fully understand, because his voice is low, but you know it's things admiring how good you look like that. He loves seeing you dripping from his cum, and you love the feeling of him leaving something from him inside you; the thick, warm liquid running down your thigh... 

He cleans you with some handkerchiefs from the nightstand. Then you both hug each other lying on the bed. His body sweaty against yours, his breath still ragged. He sighs after placing a kiss on your forehead. 

"There is no one like you." 

And you believe him.

[bldhrry]

A Court of Passion and Daydreams

Chapter Thirteen | Daylight Azriel x OC!Reader Previous Chapter Series Masterlist | General Masterlist

word count: 12.8k

warnings: blood, cursing, violence, smut (18+, minors DNI), death, infertility

author's note: ahhh the final chapter is here! i am so sorry it took this long; i truly just didn't feel like writing and did not want to force myself to write something out of necessity. i hope you guys have enjoyed this series n i'll still be writing; i have some ideas that i'll be working on soon

Celestia was drowning.  She was being pulled down, further from the surface and Azriel’s outstretched hand.  She kept fighting against the force that was dragging her downwards, towards the dark and seemingly endless pit, but to no avail.  Water was filling her lungs and she couldn’t help but scream, inviting even more water inside.  Nothing was working and she was fighting a losing battle.  

She looked down and couldn’t see anything, but something was gripping her calves and she could see blood seeping from where she was being held.  She tried kicking but the hold on her legs was too tight.  She felt the water rumble around her as a deep, dark chuckle vibrated through the water and her senses.

You are the blood of my blood.

The voice was in her head and she screamed again.  She couldn’t breathe and she was dying.  Her vision was starting to blur and her entire body felt like it was on fire.  Celestia started to scratch at her throat, holding it tightly and looked down.  She saw glowing, gold eyes looking at her, a smile that was between genuine and evil flashing up at her.

It’s time to show them all who you really are.

Celestia’s screaming woke Azriel and he shot up in bed and turned to her, grabbing her in his arms, shaking her and yelling at her to wake up.

The nightmares had been almost constant since the night at Hybern’s castles and it was always the same with her drowning and someone speaking to her in riddles that left her shaking, a cold sweat glistening her skin.

Celestia’s eyes opened so wide Azriel could see the whites that highlighted her lilac irises and she jerked back, crawling away from him and hitting the headboard behind her.

“You’re okay.  You’re home.  You’re safe.”  Azriel’s voice was low and soft and he inched towards her, placing her hands on her knees, then her thighs, and then cradled her face in his hands.

Her eyes had a far away look in them as she looked around their bedroom, trying to ground herself and remind herself of where she was.

She was in their new home, a townhouse by the Sidra.  She could see the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting its light on the vanity.  She could make out the outline of their dresser and Azriel’s sword on the back of the bedroom door.  She could smell him, fresh linen filling her senses and she closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath.  She was home; she was with Azriel; she was safe.

“Come here.”  His voice was still soft and she moved to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his neck.  It was then that she started to cry, her sobs echoing in the room.

Azriel rubbed her back and gently rocked them back and forth until she pulled away, resting her forehead on his.

“It said, ‘you are the blood of my blood,’” she mumbled.

Azriel hummed and rubbed his thumb across her check.  He didn’t bother to ask what it meant.  The pair didn’t understand who was speaking to her, but It said the same thing every time.  It reminded her that she and It were the same, cut from the same cloth, and she should be grateful.  It also would insinuate that she had been given something that nobody had seen yet; Celestia looked and acted the same and she didn’t seem to have any difference in her powers.

“Don’t worry about it,” Azriel kissed her cheek and she looked at him with an unreadable expression.  “Not tonight at least, okay?”

She sighed and nodded, turning to lay back down, tucking herself into a fetal position.  Azriel positioned himself behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a squeeze.

A year had passed since the night at Hybern’s castle and the Inner Circle were at the House of Wind, meeting with Eris.  The situation with his father, Koschei, and the Human Queens had escalated rapidly in the past few months and Beron had started to mobilize his army in the Autumn Court; they suspected he had an army brewing wherever the Human Queens were as well.  Eris had yet to figure out exactly what his father was doing, but everyone was speculating that they were going to be moving soon and the biggest fear was that they were coming to either the Hewn City or Velaris or both.

“He’s not talking to me like he used to.  He’s more secretive now; he only has meetings with his top generals and gives me vague updates from time to time.”  Eris had his hands folded in front of him and his eyes downcasted down at the dining room table.

“Is there any way you can press him for information?”  Feyre asked, bouncing a fussy Nyx on her knee.

Eris shook his head and pursed his lips.  “I’ve tried but he gets agitated quickly.  He knows someone is feeding you all the information.”

“Do you think he suspects it's you?”  It was Azriel’s turn to speak and Celestia looked up at him and the shadows that coiled tightly against his body.

He had gotten better acquainted with Eris in the past year and despite the dig at Celestia at the previous Winter Solstice dance, which Eris received a black eye for, they had become friends and the atmosphere between them moved from tense to amicable.

Eris simply shrugged, leaning back in his chair.  “Don’t know and I definitely don’t ask.  He probably suspects everyone at this point.”

The group nodded their heads, confronting the real possibility that war was coming.

Rhysand had already instructed Cassian and Celestia to start readying the Illyrians for war, upping their training and the production of armor and weapons.  They were gone for weeks at a time to oversee the operations and help speed the process along.  Nobody at the camp minded; they did need all the help they could get and despite the ill feelings towards both the General and the Lieutenant General, they knew better than to resist.  Celestia and Cassian could hold their own, but definitely pulled their punches when it came to resistance and acts of undermining from the camp lords, but Rhysand had little to no mercy and they feared them most of all.

“Do you really think they would attack us here?  I don’t see the advantage given that we have the cauldron.”  Celestia had asked the group.

Everyone looked at Eris, who was deep in thought.  It would be a stupid, but bold move to make.

“Honestly?  I think he would.”  Eris finally said, rubbing his jaw.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly darkened and nobody spoke for the rest of dinner.

Cassian and Celestia were in Windhaven for two months helping with training and the production of armor and weapons when they received a message from Rhysand that the Autumn Court army was marching North.

“They’re coming,” was all Eris said when they landed on the balcony at the House of Wind.

Azriel and Eris had been on a scouting mission for almost 6 months, dancing between the Autumn borders and Velaris reporting back to Rhysand and Feyre about anything they saw or heard.  And what they saw and heard was a lot.

The Spring Court’s army grew with subjects joining the cause and soon the court was swarming with people, busying themselves with building armor, weapons, and food.  Through Azriel’s spies and his shadows, he was able to learn that the Spring Court would be joining the Autumn Court at some point and they would both march and winnow to the Night Court but where and when exactly they would strike was unknown.

It was unknown exactly why and when Tamlin had formed an alliance with Beron, but everyone suspected it was to keep his Court safe; Beron was ruthless and had always wanted more land and power and the proximity of the border with the human lands had intrigued him.  It was disappointing to say the least that Tamlin had joined the enemy and even Lucien couldn’t explain his reasoning; he had abandoned the Spring Court and his relationship with Tamlin long ago, opting to reside in Velaris with Elain and act as emissary from time to time.

The Human Queens and Koschei were missing in action during these months, but the Inner Circle could only assume they were also preparing for war and scheming a plan to steal the cauldron.

The Autumn Court was even more prepared than the Spring Court.  Beron always had a large and loyal army and Azriel had been following their movements for years as they spread across the entirety of the Autumn Court and their meetings with Koschei, Tamlin, and the Human Queens.  Beron was more secretive about his movements than Tamlin, but Eris was able to steal documents that outlined the alliance, its wants and needs, and its plan.  

The alliance didn’t care for Hybern and were going to kill him anyway to get the cauldron, but they had not anticipated that the Inner Court would steal it themselves, so instead of killing the King of Hybern they were now aiming to kill the Inner Court.  Koschei would take over the Night Court, according to them, and Hybern.  With Prythian in ruins, Tamlin would extend his borders into the human realm and Beron would have the cauldron, giving him ultimate power.  As for the Human Queens, they wanted the cauldron too, to go in and become High Fae, an opportunity lost to them when one of the queens came out withered and old.

Beron planned to march through the other courts and what they would do was not stated explicitly, but Rhysand and Feyre were quick to schedule a meeting with the other High Lords discreetly to tell them all of the plan and that war was coming.

The Summer and Winter Courts would be hit first, given their close proximity to the Autumn Court.  Kallias and Tarquin's faces paled at the news; Tarquin’s father had recently passed and he had ascended to the throne.  This would be his first battle and threat to his Court, and he and his advisors were young and inexperienced.

“We have a large army that we have been preparing.  We will give you support and refuge.”  Feyre had told them.  They had met in the Day Court and the setting sun set a somber mood in the meeting room.  

The rest of the High Lords looked around at each other, their faces a mixture of disbelief, fear, shock, and realization that they would be fighting another civil war.

The meeting adjourned with a promise to keep in touch about anything they heard regarding Beron and Tamlin’s movements and their preparations with their armies and subjects.

The Inner Circle sat in a makeshift circle at the Manor, everyone looking down and not speaking once the debrief had been said.  Its content laid heavy in the air and Celestia found it difficult to breathe.  The feeling of doom sat heavy in her gut and she resorted to letting out small breaths through her mouth to keep her heart from bursting through her chest.  Images of her friends and family dead from the sheer power that the enemy possessed flashed in her mind and a small coo from Nyx nearly sent her over the edge.  On the lawn outside of the windows in the library she could see Azriel’s broken and dead body and she bit her cheek to keep from crying.  She couldn’t go through this again.  The Great War had been enough for a lifetime.

Azriel had been gripping her hand the entire time and she could feel and almost taste the panic that was sneaking its way through the bond.  She could tell he was trying to contain himself and put up any wall he had to shield her from the way he was feeling, but one quick glimpse at her and it all crumbled.  They had fought in the Great War and he had nearly died and lost her for years when she moved to the Summer Court.  He had lost her again when he left her and when she died the previous year and he could feel his body start to shake at the thought that it could happen again.  They were facing a bigger enemy than before and he knew they were not well equipped to win.

The Inner Court, now accompanied by Eris, fell into a routine.  Azriel and Eris monitored the enemy, Celestia and Cassian and Rhysand traveled between Windhaven and the Court of Nightmares overseeing the armies, Feyre and Lucien continued communication with the other High Lords, and Nesta and Elain set up medical and refugee camps.

It was a busy month with both armies moving through the other Courts.  The battles were long and extensive, leaving bodies from both sides in their wake.  Beron and Tamlin had split their armies up with some moving directly through the Court’s borders and some winnowing past them.  It was a smart move and one that was unexpected but once it was figured out, Celestia and Cassian dispatched Illyrians at the borders of all the Courts to meet the enemy.  They both led their armies with Celestia in the sky and Cassian on the ground.

It was bloody and it was hard, but the Illyrians along with their Generals were able to defeat the army at every meeting, limiting the amount of casualties.  The fatalities in the heart of the Courts’ cities were immense and resulted in a depressing atmosphere once the fighting was over.  Civilians and soldiers lay in the wake of deadly combat and strong magic.

“We’re losing more soldiers than I anticipated,” Celestia murmured.  

Another meeting of the High Lords as well as the Inner Court was underway at the Dawn Court.  They had pushed back the Spring Court army and had captured the remaining ones.  Azriel was absent along with Cassian, interrogating and probably torturing them for information.

“We’re winning through.”  Thesan said, looking at the map that was laid out on the table.  They had figurines representing the battles fought, defensive posts, and guesses of where the next fight would be.

Celestia’s nostrils flared and her wings twitched.  She was aggravated that she was losing soldiers and it seemed like the onslaught was never ending.  Beron and Tamlin had more soldiers than they had guessed and it seemed like more were showing up each time they faced them on the field.

“Barely,” she snapped.  “They’re being too smart about this.  They have more than what they’re showing us.”  She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, tilting her head up.  “We need more support and we simply just don’t have it.  The last fight will be in Velaris and that’s when and where they’ll hit the hardest and by then we’ll have almost nothing left to give.”

She hated being this pessimistic, but it was the truth.  Their armies were thin and resources were low and the other side had more, stronger magic and the only match would be Nesta, Rhysand, Feyre, and Celestia and even then they weren’t sure if that was enough.  Celestia was an unknown variable given her “rebirth” from the cauldron but there was no time to explore it, not that she wanted to anyway.

“You’re right.”  Tarquin broke the silence, looking at her with immense sadness.  His Court and army had absolutely been decimated and the remaining had lost almost all their morale.

Everyone knew it was true not because they had seen it, but if Celestia, one of the most experienced in war thought it, then it had to be true.

“We can’t stop though.”  Feyre whispered.  She and Rhysand had the most to lose.  Nyx was in Velaris with the Priestesses and she was terrified of losing this war and what a fight in Velaris would look like.

“Yes of course.”  Celestia was quick to reassure not just her, but the entire room and herself.  “We’ll keep pushing.”

Azriel walked into their room in the Day Court quietly, trying not to wake Celestia who was sprawled out on their shared bed.  She was adorned with cuts and bruises and bandages wrapped around her torso.

Ariel was tired and his knuckles hurt but he had gotten valuable information from the captured soldiers and while he did not regret or even dislike his methods, being back with Celestia made him ashamed of it and he soaked in the bath, trying to wish his sins away.

One soldier spilled all the plans to them.  He was a top General and had been present in almost all of the war strategy meetings.  The bulk of the army was with the Human Queens, Tamlin, Beron, and Koschei and they would descend on Velaris in a week.  He wasn’t sure of what exactly would happen, but it was enough to wipe Velaris and its inhabitants off the map.  They wanted the cauldron, but Koschei’s magic hadn’t been able to find it yet, but they knew it was there.

This made Azriel exhale a sigh of relief.  The wards they had put on the cauldron were working.

When Azriel got in bed Celestia rolled over, her eyes barely open.  She gave him a lazy smile and made a grabbing motion towards him.

He crawled to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.  She winced slightly but she didn’t pull away.  She wouldn’t, not when every day was numbered and nobody knew what would happen the next day or the day after.

“How was it?”  She asked.  She didn’t need to say what, Azriel knew.

“We got what we needed,” was all he said.  Shame coated his throat and sensing this, Celestia ran her fingers through his hair. 

They laid like that for a while, too exhausted for words only having energy for physical affection and light kisses.

“If I wasn’t in so much pain I’d ask for sex,” she sighed after an hour.  Her tone was light and joking.  She was tired of the constant depressing mood.

Azriel’s body shook against her as he laughed.  He pulled back and looked at her.  Her face was straight, but a smile ghosted over her features.  She had bags under her eyes and her eyes, usually bright, were dark.

“You never cease to surprise me with your vulgarity, Princess.”  He smiled slightly at her and for the first time in a month, his smile reached his eyes.

She simply shrugged, tracing his collarbone with a finger.  “I have needs.”

This made him laugh louder and he kissed her in response.  She had no shame and was almost never embarrassed and he loved that about her.  He was shy and quiet, always had been, but as they spent more time together he was cracking more jokes and engaging with others more, but never to her level.  He probably never would and he was okay with it.

“When this is over we’ll be together,” he kissed the base of her neck, “for a while.”

She stretched her neck and snorted.  “I think I need at least a year.”

It was true.  They had been spending the past few months apart.  It was agonizing and the only time they had time together was the few days they were in Velaris to report to Rhysand and even then they were too tired to actually be together, instead opting for quickies before departing.

She grabbed his face with both of her hands and gave him a big kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close.  She buried her face in his neck to hide her tears. 

She really hoped they made it out of this.

They sacrificed a few dozen males at the borders of the Day, Dawn, and Night Court composed of Illyrians, Darkbringers, and soldiers from the various other Courts.  The rest of the army winnowed to Hewn City, leaving some soldiers there, and the rest of the army winnowed to Velaris, setting up camp throughout the city.

Rhysand had ordered all the civilians to move towards the country and take refuge there until it was over, so the city was deserted besides the army.  The High Lords, Generals, and the Inner Court stayed in the House of Wind and strategized for when Beron and Tamlin arrived.

A quarter of the army would be stationed around the border of the city while another quarter would be watching the sea.  This would give the illusion that their army was small; and while it was, they had enough to hold their own, plus the magic from Nesta, Rhysand, Feyre, and Celestia.

The rest of the army would be hiding throughout the city.  The soldiers were placed in areas where they could sneak attack anyone who was able to get past the defensive lines.

Once the plan had been set and everyone dispersed to move their armies, the Inner Court stayed back, giving each other quick glances.  Doubt hung in the air but they tried to hide it.  This needed to work.

“I have an idea,” Rhysand said.  He sat at the head of the table with his arms crossed.  He looked at Celestia and she tilted her head at him.  

“I think,” he cleared his throat and averted his gaze and started again.  “I think our best chance at Koschei would be for you to be in your beast form.”

The room hushed and Celestia glared at Rhysand and then at everyone else.  They all refused to look at her and she realized they had all discussed this and did so without her.

Azriel was the only one who looked remotely surprised and gave Celestia a look that she couldn’t quite decipher.

“I can’t.”  She finally said after a few seconds of silence.  “I hate it.”

It was true.  It consumed her in a way that made it difficult to think and control.  The beast form was intense and reserved for those with immense power that had to be expelled elsewhere.  People became their beast, but the beast became her.  Level headed Celestia became an animal and rational thought no longer existed.  The internal desire to kill was overwhelming and everyone was an enemy.  She hadn’t been able to fully control it yet and while she could transform easily, getting out of it was harder.  The emotions needed to get to that point was excruciating and had thus far revolved around threats towards Azriel.

“I know, but,” Rhysand tried to choose his words carefully, but Celestia cut him off.

“Normal magic will be enough.”  She snapped but she was lying through her teeth.  It would not be enough against a death lord.

“Celestia.”  It was Amren who spoke now.  Her silver eyes were soft and a sympathetic look washed over her features.  “Like Nesta, you are part of the cauldron.  You have more power than any of us.  You’ll be the one to do it.”

They all knew that Beron, Tamlin, and the Human Queens relied on Koschei for support and if he was out of the picture then the alliance would crumble and the army was nothing more than normal people save for the power that Beron, his sons, Tamlin, and the Human Queens had.  But none of it matched the power of a lord.

“If she won’t, then she won’t.”  Azriel’s voice was stern and his eyes were hard as he looked around the room.  His shadows had moved to Celestia, creating a barrier between her and the rest of the group.

“I might not come back.  Especially if the cauldron fueled that part of me.  And I also can’t promise I won’t just,” she sucked at her teeth and took a deep breath, “won’t go after everybody.”  Celestia’s knee bounced anxiously and she looked around.  “You all saw what happened at Hybern’s castle and you know what happened during the Great War.”

She had destroyed a quarter of Hybern’s army without a second thought during the War and just recently she had destroyed Hybern and his Court.  She was unpredictable, unstable, and most of all dangerous.  Everyone knew it, but surprisingly nobody cared.  It would be worth it, but she didn’t think so and matter of fact, she knew it wasn’t.

“Please.”  Rhysand’s voice broke and his demeanor was pleading.

She looked at her brother and a wave of complicated emotions washed over her.  He wasn’t just asking so they could win the war, he was asking to save his son and she knew that.  But what if she couldn’t come back?  She had only done it twice and it took so much out of her, but they were right.  She could match Koschei and she could be the winning piece in this game.

Azriel saw a muscle flex in her jaw and she looked at him and he could see the gears turning in her head, calculating each possible scenario and their outcome.

Still looking at Azriel she nodded her head.  “Fine.”

The day the army was set to arrive came and the mood was somber and barely anyone spoke, instead attending to their duties with intense concentration.

It was high noon when an Illyrian scout rushed to the House of Wind and announced the arrival of Beron’s troops from the mountain border.  Seconds later another scout flew in announcing Tamlin and Koschei’s arrival on the sea border.

Nobody spoke as they departed from the House.  Feyre, Rhysand, Celestia, Azriel, and Nesta would go to the sea along with Tarquin and Helion.  Thesan, Kallias, Viviane, and Cassian would go to the mountain border.

“You guys go ahead.  I just need a minute.”  Celestia said as they all readied to depart.  Azriel gave her a quizzical look but she just nodded, set in her decision.  “I need a minute,” she repeated herself and nobody bothered to argue with her.  

Azriel kissed her forehead, muttering a goodbye, promising to see her later and she just gave him a look of anguish.  She hated this.  She hated goodbyes.  She hated fighting.

But a look of steel quickly replaced the fearful look in her eyes as she nodded, giving him a tight lipped smile.  “I love you.”

He gave her a smirk.  “I love you too Princess.”  Then he left.

Balling her hands into fists, she turned and headed to the training ring.

She paced back and forth with her hands behind her back, eyes trained to the floor.  She could do this and she would.  Everyone was depending on her and she promised herself that no matter what Azriel would get out of this alive.

Images of him hurt, dying, his body bloody and bruised and broken flashed through her mind and the familiar hot rage filled her body, her veins were on fire and her skin screamed with the impending transformation.  But she felt different this time.  The rage was the same and while it was hot, it was also cold and the power was not only humming throughout her body but she could also feel the air around her vibrate.  She closed her eyes and leaned into it, calling it from deep within her to the surface.  The shadows, her power physically manifesting, was thick and it was usually black, but now it was indigo with flecks of silver floating around her.  It spread from her body, encasing her in a bubble of raw power.  Thunder shook the ring and the sky seemed to grow darker as her shadows grew thicker.

Blood of my blood, the voice she heard in her dreams swirled around her.  But it comforted her now and she wasn’t afraid of it.

Show them what you really are.

Show them what I’ve created.

Usually she would feel her skin and bones stretching, causing her body to burn with pain but this time it felt good.  It felt more natural this time and she barely remembered it but it wasn’t long that another crack of thunder rang throughout her body and she opened her eyes and immediately took to the skies.

In order to conserve their energy, the armies stationed at the sea had retreated back to a hill that overlooked the enemy.  Everyone stood in a line, waiting for the command, but Rhysand wanted to wait until everyone was there and until Celestia arrived.

Everyone saw Koschei at the same time.  He was small, but striking with white hair that reflected the beating sun and black eyes that made everyone’s heart skip a beat.  But a strange thing happened that nobody expected.  One second he was in Fae form and the second he was a white snake with wings and fangs and he slithered to the front of the army, a growl erupting from his wide mouth.

“Holy fucking shit,” Tarquin breathed out.

Nobody needed to say anything else.  They all stared in shock and fear and dread.

Helion glanced around at their group and worry filled his eyes.  “We match them in combat, but we can’t match that.”  

Azriel shook his head.  “We can.”

“With what army?”  He snapped.  He looked at Koschei again and then at Azriel.  “That is a death lord and our combined power isn’t going to take him down.  Look at him.”  He almost growled this, but Azriel looked at him with an indifferent look, a sly smirk on his face.

He could feel the bond still and it was powerful and throbbed in his gut.  Her power was stronger and more pronounced and he could feel the excitement and pride flow through from her end.  She was excited.

“We have my sister,” Rhysand announced, turning to the group with his hands in his pocket.

“And we have my mate.”  Azriel declared.

And on cue a sound of thunder clapped in the sky and a roar rang out and standing on the rim of the training ring, her talons gripping the stone and some of it crumbled under her weight, stood Celestia.

Her maroon color was deeper now, with silver accenting her wings and underside.  She was triple her size and her body was wider with spikes decorating her body and spine and tail.  It was a terrifying sight and everybody on the field stilled, not breathing.  

“I heard rumors, but I didn’t know it was true.”  Helion whispered.  He was in awe of the beast before him and had he not had to display strength to the enemy and his people he would have fallen to his knees.

Celestia roared again, shaking her head, her hair flowing around her and the spikes on her face, catching the light.  She truly was magnificent.

With a flap of her wings, she pushed off the stone and soared in the sky and her shadow covered the entire field and heads followed her movements until she landed behind Rhysand and Azriel, stalking towards them, the ground shaking.  They stepped to the side and her entire body obviously couldn’t fit between them so she snaked her head in the gap and growled.

“Advance,” was all Rhysand said they did.

Celestia flew up and went straight for Koschei and so did he and their bodies clashed together with a boom that caused some on both sides to stagger and fall.

She was bigger than Koschei and had a bigger bite, but Koschei was faster and more agile but she didn’t let that stop her as she bared her teeth and bit his neck and used her talons to rake gashes down his body.  Koschei roared in pain and wrapped himself around her and bit down on her shoulder and she growled.  The ball of fire in her throat festered and before Koschei could register it, she sewed fire on his face and he jerked back, releasing her.  Her talons were still embedded in his chest and she curled them, bringing his body close to her and then released, kicking him off of her.  

With the shock of it all he fell to the ground and with a flap of her wings she soared up and then inverted, pulling her wings in close as she nosedived.  Straightening herself, she spewed fire onto the ground, engulfing the enemy, but she didn’t stop.  She kept going, veering to the left in search of Koschei.  He was recovering and had already gotten up, his body jerking back and forth looking for her.  She went up behind him and smacked him with her tail and turned around, landing in front of him.

He flapped his wings to steady himself and then slithered towards her with such speed and force that she fell backwards and Koschei was on top of her, screaming in her face.  He was pissed.  He had not anticipated that the other side had this monster and she was much stronger than him, but that only fueled his anger.  This was the creature that took the cauldron and he could smell its power on her.

He bit on her neck and held it, thrashing his head back and forth and she screamed, a mix of animal and her natural voice.  She kicked her feet and was able to create more gashes that made him jolt in pain and release her.  She struggled to lift her wings but he had them pinned, but she was able to flex her talons and scratch him and he jumped back and threw fire into his face and flapped her wings as she got up, steadying herself.  She took to the sky and away from him.

She needed to regroup.  She couldn’t fight on land; he was better on land than she was and had the advantage.  She needed to stay in the sky; she was made for it and while he had wings, he wasn’t as skilled as using them so she was able to outpace him despite her size.  She soared above the sky and again, nosedived to the field, coating the field with fire.  She did so behind the enemy, so they had no way to retreat, forcing them to fight and die.

Celestia saw her family, engaging in both hand to hand combat and wielding magic and she let them be.  They were safe and that was all that mattered.  She caught Azriel’s eye; he and the other Illyrians were fighting from the sky and her men parted for her as she flew, letting her help in the slaughter.  She flew towards Azriel and made the horrible mistake of being captivated by him and the goal of getting near him that she didn’t see Koschei from below her and with a roar he launched her upward.  He wrapped his body around her again and constricted and she groaned, too surprised to even react.  

He impaled her back with the talons on his wings and his body tightened even more around her and she cried out.  She couldn’t breathe or move as he had pinned her wings.  She was able to move her neck and head and threw fire at him but it was a futile move; they were falling down too quickly, twisting in the air so it just moved around them instead of hitting him directly.

The ground was approaching quickly and out of the corner of her eye she saw movement.  Azriel and a group of Illyrians were racing towards them, their siphons blazing, the power inside of them ready to be released and she wiggled frantically against Koschei.

This couldn’t happen.  He couldn’t come here.

To deter them, she roared and blew fire in their direction and they all stopped and raised their arms to deflect it.  Her body hummed with power as she grew more agitated.  She had to protect him and before she knew it, she was glowing and a burst of energy expelled from her skin and Koschei flew off her.  She flapped her wings once then twice and by the third time she was suspended in the air.  They hurt from how tight they had been restrained and she caught her breath, looking down at Koschei.  He had already gotten up and they made eye contact and she saw fear mixed with anger swirling in his black eyes.

She was much more powerful than him and that one move proved it.  Power did not just exist in her, power was her and she was power.  The cauldron had given her much more than just life.

Shaking her head and ignoring the burning in her lungs and her skin, she headed for the ground.  She circled him and pewed fire around him, trapping him in a wall of white, hot fire.  She landed in the circle, facing him.

Koschei greeted her with a roar and she stalked towards him, growling and baring her teeth.  They circled each other for a minute and she examined his body.  He was bleeding profusely, the gashes she had left him were in vital, important places and she grunted in satisfaction.

Her own wounds were extreme and the one that stretched from her chest to her gut was the worst and Koschei knew it and that would be his target.

He charged first, going for her chest and she screamed as she swiped at him with the talon on her wing and he snarled as it connected with his face.  He didn’t realize that it had gotten caught in his cheek and she pulled him to her and sank her teeth into his neck and like he had before, she thrashed her head back and forth.  She released him and spit his blood in his face.  He flapped his wings to right himself and with a wiggle of his body, he charged for her and she dug her talons into the ground as he hit her and the fire wall behind her burned her back and she roared in pain.  She pierced him with one of her horns low in his chest, but he had enough room to bite down and tear a spike out of her neck.  Screaming, she stumbled backwards, landing on her back in the flames and he pounced on her, wrapping his tail and body around her, constricting her again.  This time, her wings were free and she lifted her neck and flapped them, standing up straight so they were chest to chest.

She let him attack her and she groaned as he attacked the gash in her neck.  She threw them backwards, she was on top of him and he tightened around her and black spots decorated her vision, but she kept going.  She was going to finish this.

Koschei had a chunk missing from his chest that she had taken out from their first encounter and she bit down on it.  He threw his head back in pain and she took the opportunity to blow fire into it and she kept the fire flowing while he withered beneath her, trying to get away.  She didn’t stop and bit down even more; she was burning him from the inside out.  It wasn’t long after that his grip loosened and his body went slack in her grip.  She released him and saw his eyes had gone lifeless, rolling into the back of his head.  His body was covered in smoke and it reeked of burnt flesh.

Celestia let out a roar so loud and deafening that the fight paused for a split second to look at her.  It wasn’t one of pain or anguish, but one of victory and it was clear that she had won and the fight was over.  The army was energized as they took in the scene: the dragon, missing a horn with cuts and gashes and covered in blood with the death lord at her feet, charred beyond recognition like so many of her enemies.

Across the field, Beron and his sons and Tamlin paled.  They had been watching the fight from atop a hill like the cowards they were and she grabbed Koschei’s body with her feet and flew, silently and slowly over to them.  Not only were they cowards, but they were idiots as they drew their swords and arrows and aimed them at her and the sight made her laugh, a sound that sent a chill up their spine.

She dropped the body at their feet and circled around them twice and then landed in front of them, making Beron stumble and one of his sons had to hold him upright.  She didn’t move her body forward, but her head, as big as a ship’s hull, came so close to them that they could feel the heat that festered in her throat.

She had never been able to speak in her beast form before, but she could now and the sound was ominous and chilling and she could see Tamlin start to shake.

“Concede and kneel.”  Her voice sounded like it was close but far at the same time as well as airy and light but grounded and deep.  “Or,” she flared her nostrils and lifted her head, angling her head forward, opening her mouth just enough so they could see the fire, “burn and die.”

The group watched each other for just a minute before Beron threw down his sword and knelt, bowing his head.  Her eyes shifted to Tamlin and Beron’s sons quickly followed and she growled, baring her teeth in a smile that made them all avert their eyes to the ground.  Her body still faced them, keeping them from moving, but she turned her head and screeched up towards the sky.

Everyone stopped again and Beron and Tamlin’s army all took a gasp seeing their lords kneeling, an obvious sign of surrender.

They threw down their swords and knelt both in surrender and respect.

The only sound that was heard was a crazed laugh from Rhysand from across the field as he caught her eye, glowing gold.

Celestia had just ended, yet, another war.

Celestia didn’t wait for anyone to come to her.  She was in so much pain and she was losing too much blood.  She felt light headed and breathing was becoming difficult for her.

She let the other Hgh Lords deal with the aftermath of the battle as she took to the skies and headed to the training ring again.  

She was so tired and she didn’t land properly, instead just falling to her knees and landing on her chest.  She closed her eyes and took a painful deep breath, a whine escaping the back of her throat.  Her power flowed around her in soft waves. It thrummed and covered her completely and she whined again.  It was warm, wrapping around her like a blanket.  

Her body was fighting the beast form, begging to be released.  Her body contorted and she winced at the pain.  She knew that once she was back in her High Fae form that the wounds would be more painful and possibly fatal, but the anguish she felt clouded her mind and she wasn’t able to concentrate on anything.  

Her power hummed again and she let it take her as she felt herself grow smaller.  Her bones shortened and her skin shook with the effort of stretching back to its natural state.

By the time the transformation was over, she was on her knees and she was nearly bent over herself and her wings, torn and bleeding, wrapped around her shoulders.  She moaned in pain and could barely lift her head much less the rest of her body.  She barely heard the thud beside her and the rush of footsteps as they made their way to her.

“Princess,” the voice breathed out and someone cupped her face.  It was Azriel.

More footsteps and a gasp.

She moaned again, this time a small cry, and she choked on her own blood that was pooling in her mouth.

“It’s okay.”  Azriel murmured and wrapped his arms around her, rocking her and forth.

She leaned into his touch, wincing slightly and let out a shaky breath.  Her body felt so heavy and she sagged to the floor.

“Stay with me, Princess.  We’re going to get a healer.”  Azriel’s voice sounded so far away and she could barely hear him.  He kept talking but soon she didn’t hear him at all as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Celestia slumped in Azriel’s arms and he gasped, a frantic “no” leaving his lips.

They had set up a healing camp inside the House and Feyre was quick to return with Madja, Elain, and Gwyn, all already covered in blood.

“Help her,” Azriel cried out.  “Please.”

He picked up, cradling her close to his chest and felt her blood coat his hands and splattering on to the floor.

“We can’t treat her here; bring her inside.  Quickly.”  Madja commanded and they all rushed to the house.  

She cleared the dining room table and Azriel set her down and Elain’s gasp was sharp and loud.

“My gods,” Gwyn whispered, moving towards Celestia slowly with bandages.

Nobody knew where to start and nobody was sure she would even heal from this.  The damage to her beast forward was extensive, yes, but not fatal.  Her scaly skin was thick but her Fae form was much more delicate and this could very much kill her.

“Clear her airways and stop the bleeding.”  Madja’s voice cut through the damp room and everyone started moving.

Feyre ushered a shocked Azriel out of the room and sat with him, her bloody hand covering his.  “She’ll be okay.”  She smiled up at him but tears brimmed her eyes.

They worked on Celestia for almost two hours and when the three females emerged from the room, their eyes were mournful.  Elain had been crying while she packed her wounds.  The blood wouldn't stop despite the amount of bandages and ointments they gave her.  The damage was just too much for her body to take.

But despite it all she kept breathing and she kept fighting.  Gwyn was amazed at what she had endured and even more so at what she had done to get injured this badly.

“She lives for now.”  Madja announced as she wiped her hands on a rag.  “I don’t know what will happen next.”

Azriel let out a choked sob and pushed past everyone, but stopped in the doorway as he took in his mate.

He could barely see her.  Her entire body was wrapped in bandages and despite being just placed some were already soaked with blood.  Slowly, he went to the table and looked down at her.  Despite being asleep, her face was warped in pain and he bit his lip, trying to stifle his sobs.  Pulling up a chair, he sat next to her, his hand wrapped around hers.

“I’m so sorry Azriel.”  He turned and looked at Gwyn.  Her face was sympathetic and her eyes even more so.  “I hope she makes it.”  He gave her a nod and she turned away.

The rest of the Inner Court and High Lords would visit them periodically, paying their respects for her sacrifice.  It was an incredible thing she had done and something that had never been done before and probably never would be.

Nobody could relieve Azriel from her side.  He refused to leave and it was clear he would resort to physical aggression if pestered, so instead they would come and sit with him, praying she would wake up.

Celestia finally opened her eyes on the twelfth day.  It was night time and she couldn’t see anything and she cried, thinking she was dead and in some torturous endless darkness.  She tried to speak, but nothing came out; her throat and mouth were so dry.

There was movement on her side and someone cupped her cheeks.

“Celestia,” Azriel breathed out like it was a life saving spell.

She leaned into his touch and opened her eyes.  It was difficult to focus her eyes and she cried again; she couldn’t see anything.

“I can’t see,” she rasped out and he just nodded.

“It’s okay.”

“It hurts.”

A sob and then, “I know.”

Azriel grabbed a cup and pressed it to her lips and she drank the water with a small moan.

“My gods,” she groaned out and lifted her head.  She remembered the battle and Azriel’s embrace, but nothing else and the fact frustrated her.  “What happened?”

“Let’s talk about it later, okay?”

She sucked at her teeth and shook her head.  “Don’t aggravate me.”

He laughed but it sounded more like a sob.  “I’ll be back.”  He rushed out of the room and she scowled.

Lifting her head, her eyes began to adjust and she looked around the room.  She was in Azriel’s old room and it was dark except for one faelight in the corner.

Footsteps were approaching; many footsteps in fact and the entire Inner Court piled into the room: Rhysand, Azriel, Feyre, Nesta, Amren, Cassian, Elain, and Lucien. 

Rhysand rushed forward with Azriel and he took her hand, tears streaming down his face.  “Thank the Mother.”

Her scowl remained as she looked around the room and Cassian let out a snort and then a big laugh.  “Oh, I’m glad you’re still the same.”

She grunted and smacked her lips.  “What happened?”

By the time they had told her everything the sun had begun to rise.  After she had left, the remaining soldiers as well as Beron, his sons, and Tamlin had been taken prisoner.  Eris ascended to the throne as High Lord of the Autumn Court and he imprisoned his father and brothers, protecting both his position as well as the Court.  He would have arrested the top generals of the army, but they swore fealty to him.

Tamlin was shamed by his Court and subjects for his role in the war.  He had simply been trying to protect his borders, but the argument was that he could’ve done that with the help of the other Courts, but his pride got the best of him.  Lucien took over as High Lord and Elain, fittingly, became High Lady.

There were no civilian casualties in Velaris and armies were still placed out in all the Courts to help with repairs to damaged infrastructure.

The Human Queens couldn’t be killed for there would be another war on their hands, so they were banished from Prythian.

“I have three requests.”  Celestia announced at the end of it.

Everyone looked at her expectantly and she glared at Rhysand.  “I don’t care to help you all with any of this.  I’ve done my part and I want to be left alone.”

Rhysand cracked a smile and mocked a bow.  “Anything for the Princess of the Night Court.”

She scowled and turned her attention to Azriel.  “I want to get married and I want to have children.  Marriage soon and children later.”

Azriel laughed, tears coating his face.  He grabbed her face and gave her a big kiss.  “Of course.”

A month later, Azriel and Celestia were walking hand in hand along the Sidra.  It was late and the city was asleep.  Some nights she found it difficult to sleep from either dreams or phantom pains or sometimes both.  Azriel was incredibly attentive and always woke up when she needed him the most and that night was particularly bad.

Koschei hadn’t come after her, instead he had Azriel in his grasp, tightening around his body and she couldn’t move to stop it.  All she could do was scream in protest.  Her screams woke Azriel up and he shook her away, cradling her gently as she sobbed in his arms.

She was calmer now as the cool, night air moved through her air and ruffled her clothes.

“It’s nice out,” she whispered, looking up at him.

He was already looking at her and she wrinkled her nose and smiled.  “What are you looking at?”

“You,” he sighed, an adoring look in his eyes.

She laughed slightly and hummed, walking ahead, but he held her hand and stopped her and she turned around and gave him a questioning look.  

“You know I love you right?”  His tone was serious and his face was soft.

“Yes?”  She laughed.  “And I love you too.”

He nodded and his face turned sad and she parted her lips to say something, but she didn’t know what.  Instead she walked back to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“You okay?”  His heart was beating so hard she could feel it as she pressed herself against him.

“I never want to be parted from you,” his voice was slightly above a whisper and she raised her eyebrows.

“I’ve gathered that.”  She brushed her thumb on his cheek and gave him a soft, but long kiss.  “Why are you acting so weird?  I’m not dying.”

“You almost did.”

She shrugged her shoulders.  “But I’m not anymore.”

His eyes scanned her face like he hadn’t seen her in a long time.  “Can I ask you something?”  

She nodded her head and trailed her hands underneath his shirt; her hands were cold.

He leaned down so their noses were pressed together.  “Will you have me for the rest of your life, Princess?”  

She stiffened and looked up at him, her eyes wide.  She moved her mouth, but nothing came out and she licked her lips and tried again.  “Yes.”  She paused, and then said, “will you?”

His chest shook with a laugh and he captured her lips in a searing kiss.  “I thought you’d never ask.”

She scowled playfully and raised an eyebrow at him.  “I could say the same thing.”

He gave her an apologetic look.  “I was looking for the right ring.”

“Oh, I am so sure.”  She kissed him and despite him wanting to drag it out and maybe even take her right there, he pulled back and retrieved a box from his pocket and opened it, showing her the ring.

It was simple with a lavender stone shaped like a star in the middle.  The band was thin adorned with swirls.

He held his hand out and she gingerly placed her left hand on it and he slipped it on her ring fingers; it was a perfect fit.

“How did you know my size?”

“I measured it while you were asleep.”

This made her snort and she bit her lip, tears suddenly filling her eyes.  She looked at the ring and then at him and she couldn’t speak, too overcome with emotion.  Everything she wanted to say and everything she felt, she sent down the bond and she could feel his side glow bright and warm.  His heart was beating wildly as was hers and for a while they just looked at each other, basking in the moment.  

Azriel had loved her for as long as he could remember.  He loved her smile and her eyes.  He loved her hair and her cheekbones.  He loved her sense of humor and vibrant personality.  He loved her expressions and vulgar remarks and he was excited, giddy even, knowing that he would get to experience it all for the rest of his life.  He had waited for the day she would love him back and for the day she would be his mate and he had waited for this moment, too, for the day she would let him be her husband.

They made their way back to their house, giggling in between stolen kisses.  The moment the door was closed, she had him against it with his face in her hands kissing him hard.  He chuckled and gripped her waist and they made their way to their bedroom.  They swallowed each other’s every moan, groan, and promising whispers of their future.

She crawled backwards on the bed and he followed, their lips never parting.  She was gripping the collar of his shirt, keeping his body flush with hers; she needed him so close and every time he pulled away to take off a piece of their clothing she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

She gripped his waist and pulled him even closer so their bodies were flush against each other; it was a silent form of begging and she wasn’t even ashamed of it anymore.  She would beg for him and she would do it with pride; he satisfied her in ways that she didn’t know were possible both sexually and not.  He was her equal in every way and neither had to speak their desires and requests, they just knew what was needed.

Her legs spread without her having to consciously do it and he placed himself between them, placing his hand under one knee, pushing it up slightly.  She mimicked the movement with her other knee and without looking he slid inside of her with ease.  He didn’t need to look anymore, he knew it like the back of his hand.  He knew every part that made her gasp, cry, and whimper.  He knew the places that made her twitch and buck her hips, begging for more.

He bottomed out and they shared heavy, shaky breaths before he started to move in and out, slowly, agonizingly slow.  They kept this pace and rhythm and she began to move with him and the pleasure alone made her gasp and arch her back and Azriel grinned lazily against the skin of her neck.  If he could, Azriel would do this for the rest of his life.  He would abandon all responsibilities and stay buried inside of her, her walls warm and inviting, a home unlike no other, a body unlike no other.

“Oh,” she sighed and drew her knees up.  With her left hand she tangled her fingers in his hair and with her right hand she rubbed small circles with her thumb on the middle of his wing and she felt the muscles flex and the wings flared slightly.

Azriel was never quiet during sex, but he also wasn’t the loudest, but this made him call out her name and hold her left hand above her head.  He admired the glint of the stone on her engagement ring as it reflected the light from the bedside lamp and the sight of it, the confirmation that she was his, along with her stroking his wing and her walls tightening so hard around him, he fell over the edge with a curse.  He kept moving, this time harder and sloppy, the sound of it filling the room along with their heavy breathing.  He felt her breath hitch in her throat and he dropped his head in the crook of her neck, his lips brushing her ear as he encouraged her, talking her through it.

She was whimpering at this point, her orgasm threatening to make her combust with endless pleasure. 

“Look at me,” Azriel’s voice was raspy and his breath hot as he nipped at her ear and then her neck.

She did, looking at his side profile as he kissed and bit down on her neck and she moaned, cursing.  She lifted her eyes and looked at him and his eyes were always so warm and welcoming; the reassurement and love and dedication that shone through let open the flood gates and her orgasm took her unexpectedly and she bit her lip to stifle her cry, but it was no use as Azriel kept pounding inside of her, chasing his second orgasm.  She gripped his shoulders, raking her fingernails down them as another wave of pleasure rolled through her and when she tensed with another orgasm, Azriel gripped her hip with his free hand and came again, filling her completely.  

He collapsed on top of her and she was barely breathing, her entire body shaking.  His entire body was weak too, but he braced himself up with his arms and kissed her, giving her whatever comfort he could while she rode out the aftershocks of her climax.

Her high dwindled slowly and she sighed as she opened her eyes, her vision focusing on the ceiling above her.  She had a crazed, carefree smile ghosted over her features.

“It just keeps getting better,” she finally said at last and he planted a wet kiss on her collarbone.

“I know."

A Priestess married them six months later and she took after Nesta who had a human ceremony.  The wedding was intimate, despite the amount of guests which consisted of High Lords, their partners, friends, and family.  They never left each other’s side the entire night, opting to dance and sit and eat with each other.  Some would say that they were ignoring and avoiding the party, but the rest knew better: they were hopelessly in love and had no shame in drowning out the outside world just to be with each other.

They spent their honeymoon in the cabin.  They had plenty of sex, but they also just spent time together.  He took work with him and during these quiet hours when he would read over reports while she read a book, her feet in his lap.  It reminded him of when they were younger; they never spoke much but did spend a lot of time together doing practically nothing.  Cassian and Rhysand never understood it; they didn’t understand the need for quiet time, but Celestia and Azriel did and her mother let them be, enjoying the sight of Azriel finally experiencing some sort of peace.  Azriel didn’t care for reading or drawing like she did, but he did enjoy her company and presence, so whenever she asked, he joined her.

It was ten years before they decided to try and have a babe, but they struggled immensely to conceive.  Feyre and Rhysand had done it so easily not once, but twice, and while Celestia was happy for them, she couldn’t help but feel envious.

“I don’t think it’s going to happen, Azriel.”  She mumbled at dinner.  She had once again gone to Madja to check for any sign of pregnancy because her cycle was late but returned home defeated when Madja told her she was not yet with child; Madja focused on the yet, but Celestia focused on the no.

“It will.”  He reached over to grab her hand, but she flinched away from him, picking up her dinner plate and throwing it on the counter. 

“I’m going to bed.”  She told him through gritted teeth.  She was so angry with herself and the gods and the Mother, but most of all with herself.  It shouldn’t have been this hard, but it was and she felt like a failure, like less than a female for her sheer inability to get pregnant.

“Princess, please,” Azriel called out, following her to the bedroom.  She tried to shut the door, but he blocked it with his hand and pushed it open.

She had her back to him as she undressed, throwing her clothes in the corner and grabbing her night shirt.

“It’s going to happen.  You know it’s difficult for any of us to have children.”  They were having this argument almost nightly and the more they argued, the more she retreated back into herself.  Slowly, she was giving up on trying and they laid together less and less.  She went to sleep with her back to him, not even allowing him to come near her.  He didn’t care if they didn’t have sex, but he missed holding her and it was agonizing listening to her cry and not being able to do anything about it.

“But it’s not hard for them,” she said through gritted teeth.  “Feyre, Elain, and Nesta,” she choked on a sob and threw her hands in the air.  “All of them have kids and are expecting again.  I cannot keep doing this.”

“It’s not just you hurting or disappointed.  I want this too.”  He was inching towards her, but she whirled around, her eyes narrowing on him and he stopped in his tracks.

She let out a cruel, low laugh.  “You?  You’re not the one failing to get pregnant.”

He gave her a sympathetic look and sighed.  “Princess, it’s not your fault.  I’m failing at this too.”

“But nobody thinks that!  It’s my fault.”  She was full on crying by this point and she held onto her hands, wringing them together.

“Nobody said that.”

“But they fucking think it,” she hissed.  She was so angry with herself and at the world.  Everybody was getting what she wanted, what she’s tried so hard for and she was so sick of it.

“Nobody thinks that either.  I don’t think that.”

She waved at him dismissively.  “Just fuck off, Az.  I want to sleep.”  She pulled back the covers and got in, throwing them over herself so he couldn’t see her anymore.

He sighed and clenched his hands into fists.  He wanted to be angry with her.  He wanted to be angry at her for not caring about his feelings and not letting him comfort her and for ignoring him these past few months.  He wanted to be so angry that he would yell at her, blaming her for everything and just leave her.  But he didn’t because it wasn’t her fault and it wasn’t his, either.  She was hurting in the same way he was, but also in ways that he wouldn’t fully understand, but wanted to.

He knew she’d reject him, but he was going to try anyway.  He cleaned up their dinner and came back to the bed, stripping down to his underwear and sliding under the covers.  He moved towards her and grabbed her, pulling her towards him.

She wiggled against him and tried to push him away.  “I said fuck off.”

“You cannot keep doing this Celestia.  It’s not just you in this, it’s me too.  And if you let me, I can carry some of that burden for you.  Please,” he sighed and squeezed her, “let me in.”

She was shaking with sobs and the guilt washed over her in waves.  She felt bad that she was putting him through this, but how else was she to channel her grief?  The constant disappointment was excruciating.  

She turned over, burying her face in his chest.  It was warm and his scent filled her senses.  She missed him so much and hated not feeling his arms around her and his lips on her skin.  She hated rejecting him every night and how cold the bed was and how far away he felt.

“I’m sorry.”  The apology came out broken and he rubbed her back.

“Nothing to be sorry for, Princess.”

It took five years for them to conceive and by then they had lost hope.  It wasn’t a verbal agreement to stop trying, but it hung in the air.  She stopped going to Madja every time she felt sick, instead just accepting that she wasn’t feeling well and moved on.  She stopped timing her cycles and scheduling sex during what was supposed to be her fertile window.  Azriel stopped hoping too and he was fine with it.  They adopted a cat and a dog and they were godparents to Nesta and Cassian’s three children, two girls and a boy; this combination was enough to keep them busy and content, even if they always felt like a small piece of them was missing.

Azriel had been on an emissary mission for the last month to the human lands.  The Human Queens expelled the few that had sided with Koschei during the war and they were still rebuilding the alliance and trust between the two worlds.

Celestia had been sick nearly every day with nausea that never subsided and a headache that throbbed no matter how much medication she took.  In case it was something contagious, she had holed up in the house with the pets, both of them keeping her company.

It had been days of this and she was fed up and made her way to Madja’s apartment; she had to have something for the pain.  

Running her hands up and down her body, Madja’s hands, wrinkled with age, hovered over her stomach.  “Have you had your cycle?”

Celestia didn’t see the joy that had taken over the healer’s face.  She shook her head.  “Had it last month.  I think it’s something the kids gave me; they’ve been sick.”

Madja just hummed and placed her hands on her stomach.  “You are with child my sweet girl.”

Celestia’s body stiffened and she eyed the healer with skepticism.  “What are you talking about?”

“You,” she moved her hands over her stomach again, pressing down slightly, “are with child.”  Her eyes twinkled as she delivered the next shock.  “And with twins it seems.”

Celestia almost passed out.  She felt no excitement, just pure shock.  “Do not play games with me, Madja.”

“No games.  I can feel their heartbeats; strong and fast.  Not to mention, you reek of pregnancy.”

Celestia huffed out a laugh and then let out another loud laugh.  “Oh,” she laughed again, tears brimming her eyes.  “Oh gods.  Are you sure?  Please be sure.”  

Madja got up, gripping her hands.  “It’s your turn, now, Celestia.”

Madja gave her medication and a heartfelt congratulation and sent her on her way.  Celestia remained in the apartment, claiming she had a cold.  But really, she didn’t want anyone to know before Azriel.  She cleaned the apartment in anticipation, clearing out the second bedroom; this would be the nursery.  

He came home three days later late in the night.  She had tried to wait for him, but it was growing so late and before she knew it, she fell asleep on the couch.

When Azriel came in, he saw her on the couch, sprawled out fast asleep.  The house smelled sweet and after setting his bag down he walked into the kitchen, looking for whatever she had made, but found nothing on the counter, in the fridge, or in the oven.  But the smell was undeniable and he couldn’t find it.

“Hi,” Azriel jumped and Celestia was leaning against the doorway, her eyes bright. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you.  I’m sorry.”  He walked towards her, ready to kiss her and hopefully make love.  He’d missed her so much.  But when he got within a foot of her he stopped and she saw his nostrils flare.  She was what smelled sweet.

She looked up at him, her grin wide and he looked over her body, taking in more of her scent.  It wasn’t perfume; she hated sweet, floral perfumes.  She didn’t cook anything.  He took another step towards her, closing the gap and took her face in his hands.  She was still giving him that crazy grin and as her scent washed over him the realization struck him. 

She was pregnant.

She could see the gears turning and the moment they shifted into place.  Her smile only grew, confirming the news to him.

“Are you sure?”  Azriel breathed out, stumbling backwards slightly.

“Madja told me.  Three days ago.”  

Happiness radiated from her every pore and Azriel was breathless from the shock.  “Holy shit.”

“I know.”  

Azriel didn’t say anything, he just kept taking in her scent and scanning her face.  Gods, she was beautiful.  “How do you feel?”

“My head hurts and I keep throwing up, but I’m good.  It’s worth it.”

Azriel absentmindedly nodded.

“Are you happy?”  Worry flashed through her eyes and she took a small step back, but Azriel held her elbow, rooting her in place.

“I am so,” his voice broke and he started to cry.  “I am so fucking happy.”  He kissed her hard and she moaned into the kiss.

“Wanna know what else she said?”  Celestia asked once they had pulled apart.

“Hm?”

“It’s twins.”  Her smile was so wide, her cheeks were hurting but she couldn’t stop smiling.  Her prayers had finally been answered and she was given more than she could ever possibly imagine.

“Oh?”  Azriel laughed.  “Oh gods!”  He grabbed her and lifted her into a hug.  “Oh, Princess this is incredible.”

The pregnancy was easy in the beginning but towards the sixth month, she found it difficult to move and she was uncomfortable all the time.  Both of the twins were large for their size and she blamed Azriel.

“Tall bastard,” she had muttered under her breath when Madja told her they were sizing at six months instead of four.  He just snorted and kissed her forehead.

She gave birth two months early which was expected.  The birth was hard and incredibly long and she spent the majority of it pacing around the house.  She was an Illyrian, but that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t be hard.  One twin had their wings splayed out, blocking the other who was in the perfect position.  After a full day, the “Troublemaker Twin” as they started calling them shifted downward and Madja was able to push their wings in.  The sudden drop broke Celestia’s water all the way and in just a few hours Celestia and Azriel had fraternal twins: a boy and a girl.

Everyone gushed over the babes.  They looked exactly like Azriel and Celestia, a perfect combination of the two new parents.

“They’re beautiful,” Elain breathed out.  

“I know right?”  She beamed at her daughter and then looked at Azriel who was holding their son.

“Have you named them?”  Feyre asked, peering at the babes.  

“Artemis,” Azriel nodded to his daughter, “and Augustus,” he lifted his son.  They had been born in August under Artemis’ constellation.

“You all can visit more tomorrow.  Let’s give mom and dad space.”  Madja ushered everyone out and a chorus of goodbyes filled the room.  Celestia barely noticed, she was so enamored by her children.

She didn’t notice Rhysand making his way towards her until a gust of wind ruffled her hair and a wing was blocking her vision.  “Az?”

He didn’t look back as he snarled at Rhysand, clutching son tight against his chest.  There was an unspoken conversation between the two males that Celestia couldn’t see and Azriel’s wings were just too big to look around them.

Primal possessiveness took over his mind and he blocked Rhysand from coming any closer.  He was too close to his wife, his mate, and his children.

“I just want to say goodbye,” Rhysand held his hands up.  If Azriel wasn’t so consumed with the need to protect his family, he would’ve laughed at the High Lord asking him of all people for permission, but Rhysand did so without a second thought.  He understood how Azriel felt and the last thing he wanted to do was be seen as a threat.

Azriel sized him up and let out a growl as he stepped to the side, allowing Rhysand access.  Rhysand nodded in thanks and gave his sister a smile.  “Congratulations, Celestia.”  He bent down to give her a kiss and was met with the talon on Azriel’s wing.

Celestia huffed out a breathless laugh.  “Azriel, please.”

He gave her a strong glare and she matched it and he conceded, once again allowing Rhysand to approach.  He kissed her forehead and gazed at his niece.  She had Celestia’s cheekbones and chin.  “She looks like you.”

“I know,” she sighed.  “I think she has Azriel’s eyes, but I can’t tell yet.”

Rhysand hummed and gave them both a soft smile.  “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”  She had a dreamy look in her eyes and it made his heart swell with happiness.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”  With another kiss to her temple and a nod to Azriel, Rhysand joined a waiting Feyre in the living room and left.

In the next ten years, they had two more children; first a boy, named after Rhysand, and a girl named after Azriel’s mother.

The talon on her youngest daughter’s wing got stuck as she was being born and it tore her womb open, resulting in the babe getting stuck and Celestia losing blood almost half of her body’s blood.  Madja was quick to unhook the babe and deliver her, but the bleeding was hard to stop and Celestia lay unconscious for a three days while her body recovered.  It was a miracle she survived.

The tear was significant and Madja said she wouldn’t bear anymore children and if she did, it would be complicated, likely resulting in the loss of the babe, mother, and maybe even both.

Celestia and Azriel didn’t care.  They were happy with the family they had created and were content with how things were.

The pair were incredibly happy and it was an almost sickening sight to see the six of them together, always smiling and laughing.  For their 30th wedding anniversary, Feyre gifted them a portrait of them and their family and they proudly hung it above their fireplace.

One night, after the kids had gone to bed, Celestia was admiring the portrait, taking in her beautiful family.

“Are you okay?”

“Hm?”  She turned and faced Azriel who had come up behind her, hugging her.  “I’m fine.”  Then she realized she was crying.  She laughed slightly and wiped her face.  “I was just looking at the portrait.”

“It sure is something, huh?”

She smiled and leaned against him, sighing.  “I’d do it all again if it meant this is where we ended up.”

Azriel knew what she meant and he agreed.  Even with all the mistakes he had made with his life and with her, he would do it again just to be in this moment with her and their children.  “Me too.”

[flower1622]

Diego: So, what is the family meeting about this time?

Everyone stares at Luther confused, not knowing the reason Luther called them.

Luther: We know that Klaus can be the next bomb, right?

His siblings nod their heads.

Luther: And one life is not more important than billions?

His siblings nod their heads, with Five and Diego already guessing what Luther wanted to say. Diego gets impatient and crosses his arms.

Diego: Just say it already, Luther!

Luther: Alright....well, i love Klaus very much, but...we are talking about the whole world here...

Diego and Five punch Luther in the face and stomach at the same time. Luther falls to the floor in pain. Diego and Five glare at Luther.

Diego: Are you crazy, asshole?!

Five: Klaus is part of the family!

Luther stands up, still feeling a little pain and faces his angry siblings.

Viktor crosses his arms, rolls his eyes and looks away. He mumbles.

Viktor: And here we go again...

Luther: Look, i get it, okay? I acted like a jerk to Viktor before. But, we can't risk innocent lives because of a person. Klaus is too unstable right now.

Diego: This person is our brother!

Viktor: Well...

Diego and Five look at Viktor with angry expressions on their faces.

Diego and Five: Well, what?!

Viktor looks at them serious.

Viktor: At the last time, i was the one suffering and nobody did anything to help me. So, why is this time different?

Five: Victor...😡

Viktor: What? You know it's the truth. You guys even said before that we shouldn't risk billions for a life. My friend died because of this! So, tell me. Why is with Klaus different? You even threatened to kill me, Five.

Diego only gets angry and shocked after hearing this. Angry because his brothers wanted to risk Klaus and shocked to know that Five threatened their other brother.

Five: This is different...

Viktor: How so?

Five only growls at Viktor.

Viktor: See?

Luther: So, i think it's already decided.

Diego and Five glare at Luther. Five takes Luther by his collar and leans close to his face with a murderous look.

Five: If you touch Klaus, i'll fucking kill you.

Five lets go of Luther and leaves. He exchanges serious and angry looks with Diego. Ben notices this and leaves too. Allison only looks at Luther sad and angry and leaves. Viktor looks at Luther serious and leaves. A knife stabs Luther on his leg and Luther falls on the floor feeling a lot of pain. Diego gets close to Luther and looks down at him with a pretty serious face.

Diego: This was for Klaus.

Diego also leaves, leaving Luther alone on the floor of the living room, feeling pain on his leg.

.....................................

Klaus is locked in the basement of the house. He's crying and screaming for the ghosts to leave him alone.

Klaus feels someone touching him and he backs away, asking for the person to leave with his eyes still closed.

Five sighs.

Five: Come on, Klaus. It's me five. Just open your eyes. I'm right in front of you.

Klaus: No, you are not him...you're not him.

Five: Please, Klaus. Just trust me, okay? Please. I... i don't like to see you like this.

Klaus hears someone sobbing and gets shocked. In all these years, he never heard a ghost being gentle like this to him, only Ben. He knows he can't fall for the ghost's trap.

Klaus: If you're really Five, tell me what i gave him when we were kids.

Five: Klaus...

Klaus: Just tell me.

Five sighs and cleans his wet face with his hands. Five looks at Klaus with a small smile that is only reserved for Klaus.

Five: You gave me a little teddy bear you found on the street to cheer me up when i was pretty sad because of father.

Klaus gets shocked and slowly turns his head to the ghost's direction and slowly opens his eyes to see Five in fron of him.

Klaus: Five...

Five: Hey, bro.

Klaus: But, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be here. I'm dangerous.

Klaus starts backing away, but five puts his hands on Klaus' shoulders to stop him. Five and Klaus stare at each other's eyes.

Five: Look, Klaus. I would like to talk with you about many things, but now we need to go, okay? You're not a threat, alright? Alright?

Five looks at Klaus very serious and shakes Klaus' shoulders to make him understand. Klaus only nods his head, not knowing what to do or say.

Five: Good.

Five stands up and extends his hand to Klaus, who only looks at Five and his hand.

Five only gives a tired and sad face to Klaus.

Five: Please.

Klaus hesitates for a few seconds, but after seeing five's tired and sad face, he nods his head and accepts Five's hand.

Five teleports them to a van, where Diego was seated on the driver's seat.

Five goes to sit on the passenger's seat.

Diego looks at Klaus and gives a little smile to him.

Diego: Hey, Klaus.

Klaus gets happy seeing Diego there.

Klaus: Diego, mi hermano!

Diego only smiles at Klaus and shakes his head.

Ben: I'm here too, idiot.

Klaus turns around and notices that Ben was also in the van.

Klaus runs to hug Ben.

Klaus: Benny!

Ben tries to push Klaus away, but it doesn't work. Ben mumbles.

Ben: Someone help me.

Five and Diego were watching them with smiles on their faces. Then, they turn around to face the front of the car.

Diego notices that Five's eyes were a little wet.

Diego: Did you cry?

Five only looks away from Diego.

Five: Just drive.

Diego only laughs a little bit, shaking his head, and drives away.

[ilovehobi101]

His and nobody else.

Pairing: ji-woon hak x reader

Warning: Creampies, fingering, Dirty talk Possessiveness, Marking, Hair pulling, Praise, Love confessions, Making out, Spanking, Choking, Dacryphilia, Blood kink, Breathplay, Multiple orgasms, a hint of breeding kink.

Summary: you lose your memories but despite that, you still feel love for a certain killer, so much you would gladly show him you still care.

A/n: This is fanfic inspired by"I love it when you don't love me" I got permission for this from @snowwhitethevampire, please check out the book it is amazing and if you're a ji-woon hak fan you'll love it, she does his character so well and I can sing her praise all day but anyways it's on Wattpad and A03. I'm using a translator so if anything's wrong please correct me nicely

I took a sharp breath as I began to bounce on ji-woon's cock, he was big but yet he felt familiar, had I gotten intimate with him before? "제길." Ji-woon groaned resting his head on the wooden floors, I felt my cheeks heat up from his voice, his groan was like a melody, and I wanted more. I leaned back to show him the view of us connected and bounced faster, the slick between my legs splashed a little bit on ji-woon's pelvis, torso, and my thighs, this seemed to turn him on even more and also amused him "Ah, so wet for me, my little fan." he cooed, thrusting up into me.

"o-oh fuck" I whined as each bounce was met with a harsh thrust. I let out a small moan as Ji-woon pulled me down to lock lips, his tongue fighting a battle against mine, a few more thrusts from Ji-woon and I was coming onto his dick, we continue to share a passionate kiss before I let out a noise of surprise as he pulled away and manhandled me on my fours, pushing me to lay my breasts against the surprisingly smooth wooden floors and my ass in the air, his fingers tangled my hair and pulled my head back as he slammed into me causing me to let out a loud whimper, my fingers dig into the floor as loud moans, whines and groans leave us "Such a good fan, so fucking tight, made for my cock." Ji-woon groaned and throw his head back, his hips speed up, his heavy balls smack against my poor clit, and his grip on my hips became painful, it began to draw blood, it felt so good. Tears fall from my eyes and I started to sob from the overwhelming pleasure given to me by a man I shouldn't love but I do, I sobbed harder at that.

"Yes, 나를 위해 울어줘요!" he grunted, one of his hands moved from my hip to my throat, squeezing enough to make it a little hard to breathe. My tears must have enticed him more as his thrusts became akin to inhuman and barely concealed squeals left me, his strokes were hard and fast but precise, I let out loud a squeal as I cum around his cock and the floor. He was close too if his sweet melody-like moans were anything to go by as he slammed into me, one, two, three times, his hold on my throat tight ends cutting off my airbag before I felt a warmth spread against my walls and womb, he left kisses on my shoulder blades and he moved on to my neck, biting down on it, marking me for all to see as he slowly loosened his grip "내 거 다 엿 먹어요.착한 꼬마선풍기." he muttered something in Korean.

He slowly pulled out, and an oozing river of his cum followed after "Would look so pretty내 아기를 임신한." he trailed off, pushing his cum back into my pussy, I fight to keep my eyes open exhaustion sweeping into my bones heavily, "Sleep." Ji-woon spoke almost softly "I'll be right here," he helped me lay on my side, my head on his lap and his hand petting my head, on the verge of unconsciousness I whisper "I love you.." the void greets me.

Translations

제길.

Fuck.

나를 위해 울어줘요!

Cry for me!

내 거 다 엿 먹어요.착한 꼬마선풍기

fuck all mine, good little fan

내 아기를 임신한

pregnant with my child

[callsign-rogueone]

Hey my love, welcome to another rant of a chaotic mind. 😵‍💫❤️

Hear me out. Bren and duchess dancing. That's it. Whether it's at an event, say maybe there's this event at riorson house and there's music playing ( like classical idk ) he's dancing with her. Wedding ofc too. Say duchess is playing her millennial music and she's just idk vibing/dancing to it while holding Brens hand, he's going to give in to his wifey! He's has to right? He's a simp for her. He's gonna twirl her and hold her hand or waist/ lower back. And when she's just vibing to her music he lets her do what she wants. It's just a thought that has been stuck in my head for 2 days.

Also what do u think is bren and duchess song? I love the song love story from indila for them. But what do u think lovely? ♡

love all of the rants, especially about my most favorite couple 🧡

Duchess, being nobility, was definitely taught to do ballroom dancing and all that fancy stuff as a child. so she totally could (and has before) lead Brennan around in a lazy waltz in an empty ballroom in Riorson house or her parents' house, just the two of them swaying and Brennan humming a tune for them to dance to... keeping one hand on her back like you said, maybe he twirls her and pulls her in for a kiss, or dips her to make her laugh and hold on to him tighter... lots of potential there.

which is good practice for rare formal events where it's expected of them. and their wedding, of course. their first dance is just them swaying around and him holding her close and trying not to cry lol. Bren is absolutely going to cry at their wedding because he loves her so much and cannot believe it's happening + all the emotions of his fam not being there + the "official" start of his second life... yeah. I got a request for their proposal / wedding / honeymoon which I'm working on and it's going to be several emotions, fluff, spice, and a few tears lol

and you know he cannot say no to her. if she wants to dance with him, he's getting up out of his chair and following along, even though he's not the best at it / shy -- he just loves seeing her happy, loves holding her and seeing how graceful she is. he'll also stand silently and just watch her dance if she doesn't know he's there, and scare her a little bit every time when she twirls around and realizes he's there and gets all shy and embarrassed. but he just gives her a kiss and says it was cute / reminds her how much he loves seeing her like that.

also, if they're at a fancy party or something her parents are hosting, Brennan is by her side all night. no other man is going to dance with her since Brennan is glaring at any man who gets too close or looks at her the wrong way, especially if most people there don't know she's married to him. possessive baby, hehe.

only Brennan gets to hold you like that. the exception was Liam and Xaden and her dad each dancing with her at her wedding, which is traditional, and he knows that's her family. but nobody else! especially not Drake Cordella.

I do not understand any french at all but that song is really pretty! here's some of the songs that are on my playlist for them (I have playlists for most of the couples that shall remain secret, hehe)

across the stars (love theme from star wars): I like using this one when I'm writing for multiple couples, including them <3

I also like a lot of dramatic Lana Del Rey for them... young and beautiful (especially the orchestra version!!), born to die... dark paradise...

war of hearts by ruelle was on repeat when I was writing the chess game, for the dramatic ambiance. I'm listening it to it again now, going through my playlist for them and I can feel the panic I was trying to convey in duchess when the venin shows up... the lyrics don't really match their story but the vibe does!

for more thematic, obvious reasons, work song by hozier... "no grave can hold by body down, I'll crawl home to her"... generally anything about defying death for love. Brennan is just very Hozier coded in the depth of his love for his partner and his devotion to her,,, yeah. expect an essay about that later lol.

also, would that I by hozier... this one has references to fire, and to the beauty of her hair, and we all know how Bren feels about her hair.

til forever falls apart by ashe. I have a one-shot planned for this song but not for them, though I think it still applies -- they're endgame, until death and beyond.

I'm thinking about doing a little "disney love songs" type thing with little fics for a handful of the gfs / wives, and theirs would be kiss the girl from the little mermaid, with Ban and Marbh meddling and encouraging them to just kiss already!! since I still haven't given you how exactly they got together...

another song I have saved for a future chapter of theirs is are you with me by nilu. that will be the title for their next full chapter toward the end of iron flame / battle of basgiath... there's gonna be some angst there for sure, but "happy ending" (or as happy as the end of iron flame can be... both of them survive and the argument they have is resolved.)

[in3rci4]

• A THOUGHT ABOUT THE BLAKE FAMILY •

Author's note : I'm slowly coming back to The Black Phone fandom , and here's a little theory of mine of the story behind the Blake's family , I'll gave the nickname of " Dahlia " the mother because of the flower , they never said her name so don't take it as the official name or the one I'm calling her , warning , this headcanons might be long and out of pocket . Probably there's spelling mistakes , and there's angst too so suicide , violence , mental , physical illness , etc would be also mentioned.

What's the backstory of the Blake kids parents ?

I believe Terrance had it tough on his youth , a housewife mother that came from the country side by his arranged and much older husband that yes , was hard working , but he was an asshole with his family . Terrance would be scolded by his mother for standing up for her when her husband used her as a punch bag , he would be sent regulary to detention for his smart mouth and would often get into fights for the same reason or to defend someone else when the fight was unfair on his eyes . Once his poor sick mother died and he had to stay alone with his dad , he spent more time on the streets as a rebellious teenager , drinking and having fun with his same out cast friends . Once he got his first job , he saved enough money to leave his house and have a new life , much calmer and stable life .

Dahlia was the daughter of a homeless woman that was often seeing near the local church asking for money or food , people said she was kind , but she was ... touched . If she wasn't asking anything , she was seen talking to the air , sometimes calmly , sometimes angry , in the worst cases scared , running away from the unknown , and those were the times people would avoid her to all costs . Nobody knows exactly who's the father of Dahlia , or if she was consented at all , but one day the woman started to have a pregnant bumb on her belly , and then after 9 months , she disappeared and left her baby on the church's door the exact hour they opened it . The nuns took her to the orphanage along with the other children , and a lot of times the couples that came looking for a child to take care of wanted to adopt her , but they never actually did it , not even once . Dahlia was a sensitive and quiet child , and the other kids loved to bother her , often ending in crying or silent regret for not being more vocal about her dislikes . Her friends ? Only imaginary.... Or well , that's what everyone thought . With time as she grew up the nuns called a doctor on her because she insisted a little way too much that she saw these invisible people , everyone believing a mental illness was starting to form in her . Pills , injections , holy water , praying , it didn't stop until her late teens when she just accepted not being adopt at all and her " friends " didn't exist , just focusing on her grades , so they disappeared , just like her dreams . Outside , the world showed her another way to live without feeling fear or shame for who she was , the 60's being her wild card to meet people that was all about magic , pacifism and freedom , feeling finally understood and free to live her life how she wanted .

One night without moon in a secluded bar the two met , in Terrance eyes , she was the most beautiful woman in the entire place , standing on a corner looking at some random painting hanging on the wall , he got close to her , and starting to have a small conversation that soon got bigger .

He never felt like this with someone before , or thought someone could be this beautiful .

Between laughs and smiles , they got separated in the morning and forgot to ask each other's names or phone numbers , but destiny had another surprise for them . They bumped into each other while walking on the street weeks later and started to talk and laugh once again , but they both made sure to stay in contact and meet a next time . They were different yet had a lot of things in common , and the things they didn't share to like , they would be open try them out if the had the opportunity to see the other smile .

1 year going steady was enough for the young couple and they got married with some other guests on their wedding , Terrance was already saving money to buy himself a house , and so he did to start living their own american dream .

Without warning , Terrance got fired from his job , and Dahlia's work as a cleaner wasn't enough to maintain the house , and he didn't want his wife to have that weight on her shoulders , so when a friend of his recommend him to go and try in the Rocky Flats nuclear plant , he didn't thought twice in signing in . It was a demanding job , but at least he had one instead of nothing . Terrance was lucky he would say , a lot of his co workers say they felt weakness in their bodies , see their skin become more reddish than normal , loose almost all the hair on their bodies or have random bleedings in their nose or mouth from time to time , in the worst cases a huge pain in muscles or eyes . He listened , but he wasn't scared , no , as long as you did everything carefully, the radiation won't catch you , right ?

Dahlia happily announced him that she was pregnant and he was ecstatic about it , it was like the energy boost that he needed to continue . Terrance didn't told Dahlia anything about it , how could he ? She was carrying a baby and dealing with all the stress and sickness that a pregnancy comes with , she didn't need to know the sudden deafening headaches that he suffered , he needed to be strong for her , for them , and if his pain had to be sucked up in silence , then so be it .

1965 , their baby boy Finney was born , he was the most well behaved baby in the mother - baby unit by the nurses words , they would compliment Dahlia for such adorable and healthy little gentleman and she would smile proud of doing such a good job with her kid . When Terrance was finally allowed to go inside the room , his eyes couldn't believe he was now the father of such fragile child , he was hesitant to carry him on his arms, afraid to hurt him accidentally, but his wife assured him that it was fine , and so she gently put Finn closer to his chest , and he swears that for one instant when he looked down and smiled with blurry eyes , his little baby boy smiled back to him .

A few years later , when Finney was a curious and talkative toddler , Dahlia got pregnant once again with their second child , his father happy to hear that they will have their second baby on the way , and their older brother Finney even more , totally ready to have little sibling to play with . Their little little Gwendolyn was the princess of the house , she would be spoiled with all her mother's kisses , her brother hugs and her dad's cuddling .

They were a happy family , a good , healthy and happy family .

But then Dahlia started to notice little Finney talking by himself ,and if she asked who he was talking to , he would always answer that with a friend , and at first , like once the nuns did , she dismissed it as imaginary friends , and that's it . When Gwenny got old enough speak , she would sometimes run towards her mom scared of nightmares that she had , and that's what they look like , only nightmares . They seemed weird , but not enough to panic .

The panic began when Gwenny had way too specific dreams about people in danger and Finney started to touch things or go to to places that he knew he shouldn't go , but he would do it anyway because " the voices told him to " . She took them to the doctor , but they didn't find any wrongness in the children . She started to have anxiety towards what this could possibly mean , or how could she make her stop , but Dahlia didn't even know how she got over it in the past in the first place .

This continue for a long time until it stopped , and when their mother would ask them about their dreams or " friends " they would answer confused that it was fine , as if they didn't remember what they been through before . Dahlia confused yet relieved she let it go , and never told Terrance anything about it .

Little by little , her own dreams and "imagination" started to come back to her , sometimes a whisper behind her neck , weird dreams that felt too real , an undistinguishable silhouette on the dark , a person that would speak or be seen by her and then all the sudden disappear like air or magic . She tried to ignore it , Dahlia tried hard to live her normal life and focus on her family and job .

But then the encounters got more and more frequent , people would ask her who she was talking to as they didn't saw anyone near her , she would find out that her dreams had something to do with people on television or the missing posters , and when spirits recognized her as a their only way to speak with the living world , they got more persistent and multiply as well .

When Dahlia couldn't ignore them anymore , she tried to help them in her own way , maybe telling them a direction , talk with a family member of theirs to give them a message , visit places that they used to go , take a special object for them , etc . And it worked at first .

She sometimes would apologize to those poor ghosts that would find out their lover got married once again , that their family moved to another town , that their loved pet died , that she couldn't just go and find their bodies , and some would forgive her ,

Some wouldn't .

The haunting dreams would make her wake up with guilt and regret , but all she needed is to watch her children faces in the morning and Dahlia would remember once again why's she's doing what she's doing . Terrance noticed his wife more anxious and nervous , but she would tell him it that she was fine , and she would come up with a simple excuse that would let her husband skeptical , but he had his own headaches to deal with , so he would let it slide .

One benevolent spirit told her to search protection for her and her kids , because their special gift might attract evil forces towards them . Dahlia tried to ask them for more information , but they disappeared . And she didn't know where to start searching that so called protection for her family .

She went to the church , but the holy water and prayers would only make her dreams go away , not the ghosts . She went to a gypsy woman that had spirtual knowledge , those rocks and incenses cleared all the ghosts from her sight , but her dreams would start to be more and more gruesome than before . Nothing was working , and she gave up .

And when she gave up , the evil spirits entered on the game .

These poltergeists would show her the crimes they committed in life , these poltergeists would scare her in her job , in her house and in Dahlia's dreams as well , the worst ones would be terrifyingly close to her kids or throw things at her when she ignore them or tried to go somewhere else .

Dahlia couldn't hide her fear anymore , her kids started to ask their mom if she was ok , her coworkers recommend her to take a break and try to get some sleep , but Terrance didn't believe Dahlia's excuses anymore , but it wasn't like she wanted to tell him what was going on .

He then decided to go to her orphanage and ask the nuns what they knew about her , and they told Terrance about her " mental illness / schizophrenia " when she was a child and teenager there in the orphanage , reason why the adults never wanted to adopt her .

He came back home late thanks to the long driving to that old creepy place , but Terrance could never imagined that when he came back home , he would find his wife , the love of his life , holding a knife against the air as she screams prayers like a maniac , while his kids were in a corner scared and crying from fear of the situation .

Terrance runs towards her and takes the knife out of her hands while he hugs to calm her down , in Dahlia's eyes , she sees how the evil phantom comes closer to her children , so in fear she takes back again her knife in her hands and runs towards her children . Confused they run away from her , as she tries to stab the soul of the one that's hunting her , but they dissolve like magic , and Dahlia realizes Terrance look of disappointment and her babies look of fear in their eyes .

Dahlia cries , cries and drops the knife , tired , frustrated , confused , scared , without a clue of what to do or how to stop all of this . Terrance tells the kids to go to bed as he gets closer to his wife to hug her back once again , she hugs him back tightly desperate from any comfort and warmth of her lover . The married couple goes to bed as they cuddle after so long without doing it, because the next morning , the physiatrists knocked at their door , so they could gently ask Mrs Dahlia Blake to start a treatment in their establishment .

The woman started to yell at his husband because how betrayed she felt , after he told her he believed what she says , after promising to stay by her side forever . This didn't stay unnoticed by the specialists as they tried to calm her down , but Dahlia couldn't go to mental hospital , she couldn't take pills and receive injections that she doesn't need to stay docile , not again , so she refuses , she expressed her anger by yelling at them to get out of her house . They went outside yes , but came back with syringes filled with haloperidol so they could take her away .

Her last words :

" No , please , stop ! Terrance please believe me ! Please don't let them hurt the kids ! Protect them fr- ...."

The drug that they gave her made her lost the little control she was trying so hard to keep , so when she goes to sleep , the evil in the night possesses her body to walk towards the 2d floor window , as they let her body falls she wakes up , only to die seconds later on the cold floor of the hospital's yard

Without the opportunity to do anything , without the opportunity to say goodbye or see one last time her family .

But if the other life exists , she will be always watching over them , waiting for her turn to be listened .

Ps : I would like to know if you share this idea or not guys , I want to see your opinions !

[onwhatcaptain]

I'm having the worst day ever so here's a super speedy Spock portrait. Little known fact, Vulcans are a replacement for therapy. I always liked how he looks in The Corbomite Maneuver.

Don't look too closely, he is definitely a bit wonky. Also nobody say anything mean or I'll cry. :(

[donniesbabygirl28]

tex being jealous after he suspects you have a crush on a rich guy in town... like he's not only angry but sad too cause he realizes he could never offer you what Mr. rich guy has to "offer" you --- headcanons please ;)

Oh me oh my. I LOVE THIS! GOLD STAR FOR YOU DARLING!

I hope you don't mind but I made the hcs where y'all are friends. (Fem reader, as I said in my last post that I was going to write mostly Fem reader because it's easier for me to write and it gives me more practice, instead of accidentally putting "She" instead of "They" or "He" because as I said, I'm used to writing Fem readers)

So let's get one thing out of the way.

You have been friends with Tex and Johnny since you moved schools, which was back in 3rd grade.

Johnny has always known about Tex's little "Crush" on you.

Tex thinks it's not obvious and thinks nobody can see it when he looks at you. And he also thinks it's just a "Small" crush.

But trust me, that boy has no idea that you have him wrapped around your little finger.

There is a boy in your class, he comes from a rich family and he's very friendly, you occasionally talk to him.

He VERY funny- well obviously not as funny as your two best friends. But funny enough to make you laugh.

All Tex could do was sit and watch as he made you smile and laugh. He was supposed to be the one making you smile. He loved your smile and he didn't want to share it with Big Dollars over there. He didn't crack a single joke during class.

Which did not go unnoticed by Johnny.

"Hey what's wrong buddy, you didn't make a fire today or anything." He said, leaning over his buddy's shoulder.

He looked towards you and "Mr. loverman", frowning as he wanted to cry.

He was angry, not at you. He could never be angry with you. But he was angry with your new rich friend and how much you liked him.

"Oh. Hey I'm sorry, man. Hey- it's alright though, she wouldn't leave us for him and you know it. Have some faith in our friend." He said, patting his back.

It was the end of school and he patiently waited on you by the class door.

You walked to him, along with Johnny, starting to walk with them.

You smiled at him, but he didn't smile back.

You looked at Johnny, as if asking him what was wrong with Tex.

"Thats all you, I'll see you chicks later." He said, walking off into the distance.

Your friend walked up behind you, scaring you before you started smiling.

"Hey Darling."

Tex almost snapped right there.

Tex always called you darling and he wasn't gonna watch some guy with big pockets come crashing in and calling you his sweet names.

The guy walked away and Tex looked at you.

"I thought you were MY darling" his voice cracked a little.

You just looked at him, your lips parted in shock at his little outburst.

"W-..What do you mean? Of course I am. Tex what is with you." You asked, rubbing his arm gently.

He just looked at you, eyes tearing up slightly.

After all, he has always been sensitive and never could keep his emotions covered up, unlike his brother.

And he felt ashamed.

All he could think about was how pathetic he felt, not being able to put beautiful diamonds and gold into your hands in just a snap.

He couldn't help but feel like he wasn't good enough and he wasn't ever gonna be yours.

"Well, I mean it's kinda obvious that I'm no match for Mr rich guy. If he makes you happy then it's okay."

He looked down at his feet, not wanting to meet your eyes.

He felt weak, not being able to give you anything you've ever wanted.

All he ever wanted to do was make you happy but Mr Big lots beat him to it.

"Tex.. Are you..jealous?" You smiled slightly.

His face turned a harsh red.

"No- Im not. I'm just..." He couldn't finish his own sentence.

"Texas." You said, throwing your arms around his neck.

His face is close to a red light.

"Has anyone ever told you about my little Crush on you?" You ask, smirking as you ran your hands through his hair.

"What?" He question, very shocked at your words.

"Texas McCormick. You are everything a lady could ever want. You're sweet, handsome. And I hope you know, that I have no interest what so ever in him." You said, finishing your sentence by pressing a kiss to him lips, which he kisses back immediately.

[ashsostrange]

hey y'all so i wasn't initially planning on talking about what rashad posted earlier today bc it's literally all bullshit, but i might as well! i’m not actually tripping over anything that’s going on. if anything, i’ve been laughing my ass off all day at this foolishness.

this is gna be long as hell, so don't even grab popcorn, i suggest a five course meal.

for some background, rashad became mutuals w this girl. right off bat, he’s making hella race jokes ab this girl being white. i b doing the same, but with my FRIENDS. people i am CLOSE WITH. and i don’t over do it because that’s lame and annoying. anyway, she eventually stated that she was uncomfortable and rashad blamed his behavior on the fact that he was on pain meds. she eventually blocked him and told one of her mutuals, and to rashad, that’s her “spreading rumors” about him. he did the most on his page and in ppls inboxes crying and complaining, saying he was gna eat glass and shit.

so now let’s look at his fuckass post:

number one, how can a rumor be started about you if nobody.. knows you? like, you are not a celebrity. nobody talks about you. and nobody was talking about you “being on drugs” other than the girl you made uncomfortable and her two mutuals. i know you send yourself anons too. you make it seems like anyone actually cares about your “hot takes” for some strange reason. don’t even try to deny it, bc there’s no way you’re getting more anon msgs than my friends with larger platforms than yours.

you’re also messier than a mf, sending your own mutuals anon msgs. me and lia know you were the one sending her anon msgs bc she blocked you, and you know it too! talking ab how her username is “corny” then reblogging the posts of her clocking your ass??? acting like it wasn’t YOU.

you tried to turn two writers who were already arguing against each other even more. we sat there and defended your ass even though you were the anon the entireeee time. you made a post saying “war has begun” to try and get us to attack bree’s friend. your weird ass stayed in that girl’s inbox after i told you to block her instead of doing the most. you’re lame and you’re bored.

it doesn't matter if you tagged her or not, you still said it. sliding into sb's inbox and telling 'em you're going to eat glass bc you made someone else uncomfortable is ABSURD. it doesn't matter if it isn't my drama, if i see bs ima say something, and there isn't a thing in the world you can do about it. your "rants" are a form of guilt tripping/manipulation. you're trying to victimize yourself and make us feel bad for you. well, we do not! i checked you once on discord. you said thank you. you said you were going to make an apology, but in that same “apology”, tried to justify your actions. i clocked that and unmutualed you. you then went to lia talking ab some "tell ash i said thanks for checking me" nd now you switched up. your thanks was revoked. all of a sudden, you're the victim again. all of a sudden, i’m ableist?? okayyyy niggaaaaaa 👎 boooo

you say you're "blocking me for your safety" when i wasn't even planning on talking ab your lame ass again. i won't baby you about your behavior because you're not a goddamn baby! and yes, you CANNOT be the victim every time. you bitch and whine on your page when you get into it with somebody, and unless we're defending you, you don't want us getting involved! it doesn't work like that. nobody else was calling you out, so me n my girls did.

idk why my name stays steady coming out of your mouth. my "daily activities" that i "broadcast" are what i ate for lunch/dinner and complaining about school. you run your mouth about all sorts of mess. you put every aspect of your life on your blog. we are not the same, so don't even try to make it seem that way. the people on my blog that i don't talk to outside of tumblr don't know everything about me. you cry in people's inboxes unwarranted and say explicit shit with tw's in your TAGS. i'll say what we're all thinking, NOBODY IS TRYNA SEE ALL THAT!!! coming from someone who struggles with mental health, venting on tumblr will not do anything for you. these people are not licensed professionals. invest in a diary, don't you have a boyfriend to vent to?

you are quite literally the only one looking for drama. we never defended that girl bc we don't know her.. we know you though. and you were venting about catty, but i never said ALWAYS, so don't lie in my face like i'm stupid bc i'm not. ion know what you thought you were doing with the last part, but god bless.

i am a good person my nigga, i don't need confirmation! i know who i am. if you're debating suicide because you're confused about something, you just need to get off the mf internet bro. it’s never that serious. you're not gna sit here and tell me you were debating suicide bc me n my girls put you in your place. you made your own mental worse by refusing to take accountability.

he also made an edit saying he has nowhere else to go… if you have nowhere else to go, then i'd be happy to buy you a damn journal so you can write in there and leave the rest of us the hell alone. and there isn't shit to be sorry about bc you're not putting jack shit on me, all of it is on you. you wna be everything but wrong. 🚶‍♀️should’ve just kept it cute and kept it quiet.

allat being said, good riddance, r*shad. leave me and everybody else alone! and if you fw him, then there’s the door 👉🚪 good riddance to you too.

[sillygoofyqueer]

Caught up on losing hope and Four? You asshole (affectionate)?? You made me cry for several reasons?? (I’m only half exaggerating but tbh you got me pretty damn close) wwx being taken care of and getting emotional abt it?? Running away and having a panic attack??? HUALIAN CAMEO?!?? Tbh it’d be a little funny if they became consistent cameo characters who give advice to the disaster that is wangxian. Also you spoil me with all this good writing istg. Like, what else do I read?? It’s hard to find well written fics Four >:/! Also Jin ling crying over Wu Ming??? I was in my room yelling “you would help him escape but he doesn’t want you to because he thinks you’ll hate him!! :(!! (And you actually might…)”. Also jgy catching on?? Hello??? What’s he gonna do with that? Idk whether to hope he does nothing with it and brushes it off or that he’s an evil little asshole and uses it against both of them. I am a bit curious as to what Jiang cheng is going to think about all this. Same with Lan Xichen because in canon he denies it but he can’t really do that here because there’s PHYSICAL EVIDENCE. Or maybe he will deny it because jgy is a good liar. But yea. As per usual I wish I could give you more kudos and please remember to TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF :/

Wrestling you into the biggest hug ever right now, aight?? BIGGEST hug ever. You can't cry, 'cause then I'll cry and I won't be able to work on Losing Hope 😨😨, and nobody wants that. Hey, there's so much going on, maybe Hualian do just randomly pop up throughout the fic and are like, "don't forget, communication is key!" or "always wear red if you want to look badass" and then just vanish, leaving everyone like "???" I'm going to think about this so much now... You are so sweet oh my golly gosh, PLEAASE THERE ARE OTHER FICS THAT ARE BETTER THAN MINE (I've been reading them instead of working on losing hope, but you can't prove that)- ((my current favourite is Grimoire)). You flatter me, now I'm violently sobbing. AGAIN. This really can't be good for me, I can't cry this much. Jin Ling just wants his Wu Ming to come back! He surely could have helped his friend escape, because he cares about his friend more than anything Xiao-Shushu could say about him! No matter what he had done, there has to be a reason for it, or else he would have scared Jin Ling off, right? I think the real question is, how could he recognise Wu Ming if he were to see him on the streets? I think that is one of the biggest fears for Jin Ling, and I can't WAIT to get into that. Jin Guangyao catching on about possible communication between Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian could not be a good thing. I wonder what on earth he could do with all of this information...nothing bad, right? He's too good for that, right? :] Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen are definitely in an interesting situation in all of this, because Jiang Cheng has no idea what's going on - why on earth is Jin Ling crying? He simply has to do something about this, he has to fucking find who has made his nephew cry and kill them chat to them about why they think it's a good idea to insult Jin Ling. My favourite thing about this AU (of sorts) is that while Lan Xichen does know that Lan Wangji is madly in love with Wei Wuxian (due to being told by his brother, they can talk about these things because ✨communication✨), he doesn't know HOW madly in love with Wei Wuxian his brother actually is, because there was no confrontation after the Nightless City Massacre. For all Lan Xichen knows, Lan Wangji has moved on from Wei Wuxian because he has no idea how down bad Lan Wangji is for this chaotic controversial man of the cultivation world. This is a little ramble away from what you actually pointed out, but I think it genuinely actually helps out with it. As you've said, there's physical evidence of how Wei Wuxian's been treated by Jin Guangyao and the Jin Clan. PLUS!! Lan Xichen in canon could be seen as biased AWAY from Wei Wuxian because of how he's treated his brother (this is just me rambling at this point), meaning he would be less likely to feel sympathy and want to help Wei Wuxian even for his brother. In this world, there isn't this bias away from Wei Wuxian! Could that help with convincing him of what Jin Guangyao has done? We'll damn well see, or my name isn't Four.

[iridescentxstars]

our last dance — bangchan

➳ published: 10.12.22 ➳ domestic!au || werewolf!au || immortal!au || genre: angst || fluff || rated: t ➳ pairing: werewolf!bangchan x angel!reader (fem) ➳ summary: chris lived a full life, a life better than he thought he would but everything must come to an end for those who are not immortal ➳ word count: 1.3k ➳ warnings: death ➳ author’s note: you need to listen to the song for full effect! if you cry, you have to tell me - cos i did ➳ banner credit: @feelsaesthetic (thank you for also giving this a read)

[NOW PLAYING: Awakening - U137]

"Is this it?" The sound of the falling rain against the window pane, a reflection of what's to come, nearly drowns out his weakened voice.

Your fingers gently touch his cheek, you couldn't look at him, you don’t want that pained expression on his face to be the last thing you see from him. "Hush, my love," you say, thumbs brushing away the tears that fall on his cheek, feeling the stubble underneath. "Save your breath."

Chris' hand caresses the back of your head, holding you closer to him, wanting you to be the last thing he remembers as he closes his eyes for the last time. "This wasn't the way I planned to go," he says with a choked laugh.

He remembers it like it was yesterday, meeting you and how much he fought the feelings you stirred inside him. He never thought he would meet the love of his life that night, he never thought he would call you his queen, his angel - his wife. If Chris believed in mates, you would have been that too but you were better than that, better than anything he could have ever hoped for. You changed the world for him, he lived every day like it was going to be his last because he truly didn't believe he was going to go very far but at the end of each one - good or bad - you were there. You made him realise life was worth living and he started to do everything he could for you because that's the man you made out of him and god, did he love you more for it.

"Dad..." You pull away, Chris' hand dropping as you both turn to see the young woman standing in the doorway. Her short black hair is wet from the rain, dripping onto the floor while she clutches the plushie he had bought her when she was a pup tightly in her hand. "N-no... you can't..."

A broken sob sounds from the back of your throat as you pull away from the wolf to go and hold your daughter who is gritting her teeth and shaking, fighting back tears. Iris grew up to be a spitting image of her father, she took after him in so many ways but she got your immortality - something Chris could never have. She stands there looking at him, his tired smile spreading across his lips as if trying to make her feel better, "come here, pup."

Hand in hand with you, Iris walks over and hugs him, hearing his faint heartbeat growing weaker by the second. "Uncle Chan and Uncle Channie-"

"They'll be here," you say, your eyes meeting Chris’ and you give him a small smile, as if reassuring him that everyone is going to be okay.

"I'll see you right, Dad?" Iris says as she climbs onto the bed, laying next to her dad and hugging him gently. "Mum and I can come see you in heaven and we can be together." Nobody had ever told Iris what happens to wolves when they die, something you had to accept the hard way, nobody really knows where they end up but it's not somewhere you can reach him and you could never fully accept that.

There's a knock at the door, "I'll get it," you break the silence, giving Chris a look before heading to the door. His hearing might have faded but he can hear the way you break down, faintly hearing Chan whispering to you while Channie begins to cry.

Shit, he didn't think this would be so hard.

"Iris," Chris tries to catch her attention as she talks about all the things they could do together and how heaven is so great - he'll love it there. "Hey, my little pup," she looks at him, biting on her bottom lip because he only calls her that when he's being serious about something, "when a wolf dies..."

"No," she cuts him off, pulling away and causing Chris to wince from the sudden movement. "You said..." she shakes her head, "Dad, you said that all dogs go to heaven. You told me that that's where all dogs go. We are wolves, we are kinda like dogs so... so…

He tilts his head back, the tears silently falling as he hears her trying to fight him about something like this. Fuck, he wish he could just let her believe it, that they'd meet again but he can't. He can't give her false hope, not now.

Chan, Channie and you walk back into the room and you pull Iris away for a moment, taking a step back to let the brothers share their moment. They all know it's soon, even Chris does, everything is hurting, his breathing is shallow and god, does he look so tired right now. You can tell he's holding on to say goodbye to everyone, to make sure they can see him one last time but it's now time for him to go to sleep. They know it is, his heart is growing weaker, his voice becoming quieter as he forces himself to stay awake.

"Say goodbye, baby." You whisper to Iris, "tell Daddy you love him."

Their last goodbyes. Everyone telling him they love him, Chris telling them to take care before everyone slowly leaves the room to let his wife say your final goodbyes to the love you had searched for for thousands of years. Laying with him, you rest your head on his chest, listening closely to his once strong and comforting heartbeat fading into the night. "Do you remember the first time we danced in the rain?" You ask, knowing he's too tired to answer so you’re satisfied with the faint smile he wears as he looks at you. "Close your eyes, baby," you lift your hand to guide his eyes shut and shuffle up slightly so you can press your foreheads together. You may not be able to take him to heaven, may not be able to keep him with you but you can make sure his last moments be that of a memory you once shared while his body shuts down and he drifts off to an eternal sleep.

One he's been waiting for for a while now.

"Remember how the rain started to pour without warning, it was too late to save our clothes because either way, we were soaked so we made the most of it. Remember? The music playing from the cafe near us, a slow song." Tears fall together but you don’t care, your memories mixing together as one you tell yourself. "You looked so handsome, dressed up for me. I loved it so much when you made the effort and you always loved the way I looked in red. You complained the night was ruined, grumbled about how it wasn't meant to rain while you spun me around and caught me in your arms." You chuckle softly, hearing him attempt it before his fingers find yours, weakly squeezing them to help you continue. "You-" you feel the lump in your throat and try to push it down. "You told me I looked more beautiful, drenched in the rain and the glow of the moon, then anything you had ever seen before you kissed me." You press a soft kiss to his lips, your own quivering when he doesn't pucker, his hand still in yours and his breath... "Picture it, my wolf, as if we are dancing together now. Let our last dance guide you to where you'll no longer be in pain."

He's limp, unresponsive and you press a final kiss to his forehead as you feel the light in his soul, his desire to hold on for a moment longer, fade.

"Goodbye, my love." You say, holding him safely in your arms, "rest in peace."

[lifebyinez]

Tiny Fires- Ch. 2- Home Alone

Link to Ch. 1

TW- drinking, angst, lots of imagery, foreshadowing if you squint, etc.

~Y/N POV~

"Oh, no it's okay. I was about to head upstairs anyways." I didn't give her time to respond before I turned to walk away. "I'll be awake for awhile though, so if you need anything I'll be in my room." She was about to speak but I closed the door. I couldn't deal with this right now. I know she hates me, so why would I force her to be around me anymore than she already has to be.

I was really hoping that her little 'vacation' would change her opinion on me, as selfish as that seems. It may be better for me to just stay out of her way. I'm sure this is all very hard for her, being hunted by a psychopath and all. Leaving her house, her job, and her life behind to live with somebody that she can't stand. I'd be pretty grumpy too.

~

Instead of  heading straight upstairs, I grabbed a bottle of wine first. I needed a drink to slow my racing thoughts. All the tension with Emily was going to drive me crazy. I didn't bother grabbing a glass, this is a straight from the bottle kind of night. I needed the wine to slow my racing thoughts. The thoughts about my boss, my unfortunately very attractive boss who was now living with me. My boss whom I've harbored a small crush on since I joined the team. My boss who is just my type. My boss who can't stand to be in the same room with me. Yeah, I'm drinking tonight. This was going to be difficult for me. All I've ever wanted since joining the team was to impress her, and all she's wanted since I joined the team was for me to disappear. I don't think either of us are getting what we want.

~

Half of my bottle was gone when I got a call from JJ. Being a lightweight, I was very tipsy already. "Agent y/L/N. " I slurred  into the phone. She told me that I needed to be at the airstrip in 1 hour, we have a case in Detroit. "Oh, uh, we may have a problem. I can't drive, and I don't think I can get an Uber from where I live..." I heard her sigh into the phone, "I live closest to you. I'm on my way." I thanked her and apologized profusely.

~

25 minutes later, JJ's SUV pulled up. I left a note for Emily and headed out the door. I stumbled into JJ's car and she laughed at me. "Jesus, Y/N! Why are you drinking so much on a Wednesday night?" I stared at my shoes, pretending not to hear her.  "Y/N... talk to me."  She placed her hand on my shoulder, hoping to get me to open up. I looked at her, and gave her a slight smile, hoping it would get her off my case. Maybe if I pretend to be absolutely wasted, she will leave me alone. But then again, I would look like a fool in front of my colleague, and I definitely do not want to do that. Maybe I could open up to her? No. Absolutely not, if I do that, I will start to cry. And I'd rather look like a drunken idiot than cry in front of anybody. Maybe I could tell her I'm an alcoholic? No. That's not a good idea at all. I needed to answer her before she got suspicious... 

~

"Just one of those nights. I'm going to close my eyes before we get to the jet." She nodded back at me. I could tell she wasn't completely satisfied with my answer, but she accepted it none the less.  I closed my eyes and allowed the sleepiness to take over.

~Emily's POV~

I paced around the back porch, caught up in my thoughts. Maybe I've been too hard on the young agent, she can barely even look at me. Normally I wouldn't mind that,  but I was making her uncomfortable in her own home, and nobody deserves that. Especially when she not only took me in, but also took in my cat. She's been nothing but kind to me, and I have not returned the favor.

And as much as I hate to admit it, she really is quite lovely when she isn’t pushing all of my buttons.

I never quite appreciated her before, but this house is changing the way that I view her. Every decoration, plant, curtain, clutter, they’re all parts of her. Each one deliberately placed, to add another piece of her into her space. There’s so many things here, yet somehow, it’s not messy at all. It doesn’t feel cluttered, it feels homey. Which in a way, is the way that y/n feels… homey.

It’s hard to take it all in at once, but I’ve tried to hard to study this space. From what I’ve gathered, is this house is very special to her. You can tell that she took her time with it, likely taking years for it to be just the way she wanted. There was too much decor for something like this to happen overnight. No, she took her time. And you could especially see that in her bedroom.

I want to see it again, to study it further, but she said she was going to her bedroom. Should I go up there? What if she’s sleeping… who am I kidding. I learned the week that we shared a hotel room on a case that that girl never sleeps.

My mind was still debating on going to see her, but my feet were moving up the steps anyways. I don’t want to make this any more awkward than it’s been so far, but I just need to see it again. And I needed to see her again. Which is… a new feeling. Not one that I’m used to. Normally I want to be as far away from her as possible, but something about being hunted by a murderer makes you want to be closer to your people. And as much as I hate to admit it, y/n is my people. She’s part of the team. And it’s time that I start acting like it.

I knocked on her door, but she didn’t answer. Before I could even process my thoughts, I opened the door. The room was dark, the only light was from the stars shining through the window. And she wasn’t here. It’s probably better this way, if she was here, she’d know I was profiling her bedroom. I flicked on the lights.

There was lots of wood in this room. & not the new modern grey-stained wood, this was real. The bed frame, the bedside tables, & the dressers were all that same yellow-pine wood. Weird, I didn’t take y/n to be one for uniformity. There was also lots of green, but it was more subtle, like an accent color. The walls were beige, but there were so many plants & paintings that the walls were merely negative space to me. The lighting wasn’t harsh, soft yellow/orange light came from the paper chandelier above, and from the multiple lamps she had around the room. She liked her room to be bright, yet soft at the same time. Almost like a cozy fire. There was a wicker hanging chair hidden in the corner, with a crochet bunny on it. How cute. Next to it, another tall bookshelf. Weird, I didn’t think that would be here, since she had two massive bookshelves in the office.

I scanned over the bookshelf, recognizing some of the titles. Most of them I’ve heard her hush about on the plane rides home when there was nothing to talk about. They must be very personal to her, considering she chooses to keep them in here rather than the office. But there’s one thing missing here. For someone like y/n, who pours her soul into every project, who deliberately places each piece of decoration, & is so careful to have it perfect… there’s not a single picture of her in this house, or anybody else for that matter.

Sure, there’s some pictures, but not of anybody she knows. They’re all famous paintings. It’s interesting how she chooses to keep these paintings of people that she’s never known closer than her family. Although, I’ve never heard her speak of her family… maybe that’s why.

But that’s when I found it, inside the armoire. Surrounded by a collection of angel statues, stood one single picture. Probably the only one in this entire house.

There she was, looking absolutely beautiful. Adorned with a cap & gown, smiling brightly at the camera, holding up her diploma. Next to her, stood an older woman, smiling even brighter than y/n was. I could tell she was proud, holding her protectively around her waist. Like she was a little girl… Her little girl? Was she her grandmother? Possibly, but they looked nothing alike. I guess it’s possible, or maybe y/n was adopted? I’m not sure.

That’s when I realized, I’ve been in here for quite a long time, and I haven’t heard anything out of y/n. Where did she go? She must be pretty good at hiding from me, twice in one night is a little much.

I didn’t find y/n, instead I found a sloppy note, much different from her normal neat hand writing, left to inform me that she was leaving on a case. I felt a sinking feeling in my chest. That’s when I realized…

I didn’t want her to leave. But it’s probably just because I have no one to talk to… right? She’s my only option right now. That’s why I want her here… that’s all..

I opened the door to my room, and it suddenly felt very plain, like there wasn’t enough in here.

That’s a new feeling, there’s much more in this room than there is back at my apartment. I normally like a more modern, minimalistic look, but for some reason, this room wasn’t enough for me right now. Especially knowing that she wasn’t here. There just wasn’t enough… y/n.

Once again, my heart betrayed my head as I walked out of my room and into hers. I pulled up the covers and crawled in, burying my head in her pillows. It smells just like she does, like orange blossom & white tea. My thoughts started to disappear. This is the most relaxed I’ve been in awhile. When I move back into my apartment, I need to get a bed like this. There was only one thing missing. One thing that I longed to reach out for, as my mind drifted into unconsciousness.

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Hi Hebi!! I hope you're doing great, love your writings <3 Can I request hcs for Saimon, Yohei and Zen finding out that their s/o is pregnant?

Writer's corner: Hey, sweetheart! Of course, darling! Here's some headcanons for our dear fathers! Hehe~ Thank you for requesting! Please, let me know if there's something you want me to fix or change! Enjoy~♥

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER (I'm writing using she/her as mc's pronouns, but, please, let me know if you wanted something GN! So I can immediately change pronouns in order not to offend or make anyone uncomfortable!♥ *hugs*)

Warnins: sfw

⭐𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐘𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐢, 𝐙𝐞𝐧⭐𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭

⭐"Wha--What?..."

⭐It's already said that Naoakira is easily moved to tears!

⭐So I headcanon that he would start crying immediately after hearing from his sweet mc that she's pregnant!

⭐I mean.. he's going to be a father!

⭐Saimon would surely start crying and sobbing so much that mc would have to comfort him, maybe patting his head or caressing his cheeks

⭐"I'm.. ..I'll.. I'll be a father... I'll..."

⭐During mc's pregnancy, Saimon would be so sweet and gentle!

⭐He'd bring flowers and gifts to mc each time he finishes working!

⭐I can also see him being so proud of becoming a father that he would tell anyone, even his students!

⭐His students too would notice a slight change in his behaviour, as he couldn't wait to finally hold his child between his arms

⭐And guess what?

⭐Yes, he would cry and sob a lot while doing it too!

⭐100% sure he'd be that husband always checking on mc's health, constatly asking if she's okay or if she needs anything in particular

⭐And I'm also sure he would be that kind and sweet waking up at night if mc has some sort of pregnancy cravings!

⭐"Tell me, my love.. ..huh? You want a sandwich..? Now?.. It's almost 4:00 am, love... ...Alright. I'll make you one!"

⭐Saimon would also be the one helping mc if she's vomiting or has nausea

⭐He'd let her lay down on his chest and then would softly massage her belly sweetly smiling

⭐Saimon is such a great cook, so I think he would also prepare mc's favourite dishes all the time!

⭐He would act a little bit more childishly in my opinion (but it'd be wholesome), especially while trying to speak to his son/daughter who's still inside mc's belly ..

⭐After the birth, though, I'm sure Naoakira would be one of the best dad ever!

⭐He'd be the one teaching his child how to read or write and also try his best to educate them to respect everyone!

⭐"Mc... My love.. can I hold them..? Just for a few seconds.. pleaseee.."

⭐"You're... pregnant?.."

⭐Yohei's eyes would look wider, while he would step on his cigarette.

⭐mc could see a slight but evident blush on his face while he would approach her and wrap his arms around her figure

⭐He'd be careful while hugging her, though!

⭐He doesn't want to hurt her or the baby, after all!

⭐Yohei would close his eyes in the hug and, while embracing mc, he would even cry softly

⭐Mc would notice it, but I'm sure he wouldn't admit that he's crying, even if it's wholesome!

⭐"I... I can't believe we'll... we'll have a child... mc, my love.. I'm.. I'm so happy!"

⭐During his dear mc's pregnancy, Yohei would get even more protective!

⭐Since he's already a kind of mother figure to both Shiki and Ryu...

⭐I can see him constantly saying to mc not to tire, or telling her that he's the one who's going to do something in her place!

⭐He'd take care of everything while forcing mc not to move and to relax and sleep

⭐Yohei would love to cuddle her by softly and carefully putting his head on her belly

⭐I'm even 100% he would whisper something very wholesome to their child, like:

⭐"Mum and dad are waiting for you, my love..."

⭐Especially, though, while mc is sleeping

⭐Since Yohei has his cold look, I can picture him being cute only when nobody can see him

⭐I think he wouldn't be ashamed to show his cute self to mc, but...

⭐I guess he would prefer to keep some more wholesome things to himself!

⭐Yohei would be that kind of father constantly holding his son/daughter..

⭐And when I say "constantly"... I literally mean it!

⭐He would bring them to Bar 4/7 only to wear a baby carrier and keep them there on his chest while making drinks to customers!

⭐And when someone compliments him for having such a cute and adorable child, Yohei would answer with:

⭐"I know right!.. They're my dear mc and my child, after all, y'know?!"

⭐"Pregnant...? This means that.... that we....!!!"

⭐Zen would immediately stop his trainings only to look at mc with a surprised look

⭐His cheeks would be blushed not only due to his trainings but also to the shock of the news

⭐He would soon start jumping happily and then hug mc, holding her and twirling around like in a Disney movie

⭐His happy chuckle would be followed by mc's one as soon as possible, while some tears of happiness would let their eyes..

⭐Zen would be so happy that he would immediately run to the other AKYR

⭐"G-guys!! I'll be a father soon!! I'll be a father!! Mc is pregnant!! My sweet wife is pregnant!!"

⭐During mc's pregnancy, Zen would take care of her as much as he can!

⭐He would help her if she's nausea or even covering her in a blanket when she wants to take a nap

⭐Zen looks like that kind of man who would proudly tell anyone that he's going to become a father soon!

⭐Like.. he would repeat it even to the other AKYR!

⭐"Huh? I have already told you?... R-really?.."

⭐He would train while thinking and imagining about himself and his dear son/daughter training together!

⭐I'm sure that Zen would protect his child so much!

⭐But if someone tries to hurt them, Zen wouldn't hesitate to protect them

⭐"Don't you dare to touch my sweet child! Or you'll pay for it!"

⭐But he would also teach them how to defend themselves, so they won't need help next time someone tries to hurt them!

⭐Since he is already a kind of parental figure to AKYR (the fandom sees him as the mum, lol), well..

⭐Zen wouldn't have problems getting used to be a dad!

⭐I can see him struggling with only chaning his son/daughter's diaper, because I think he has never done it before!

⭐But he would be the best father, telling his child about stories, since it's said that Zen was born in a Rakugo family!

⭐And I think he would also teach them important values as well!

⭐"I.. I can't wait to hug them into my arms, mc!!.. I.. I love you! And I love them already!"

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[jorgecrespo]

911 thoughts below, i never hide posts so you know i yap a lot and also i love you guys so nobody is forced to read my thoughts, whatever it's fine :(

ok first of all this will be scattered because i didn't write any notes this is just free form, i am not god's strongest soldier. i only cried a few times which is very impressive considering i cry at everything so i'm back to being god's strongest soldier. so much happened in this show it's shocking. things just keep going on. la is literally the most dangerous place on earth they need to move IMMEDIATELY. why is angela bassett in this. what did her agent tell her to convince her to do this. this isn't a complaint btw this is the greatest project she's ever done. thank you angela's agent we all say in unison. it's so campy, died in 2023 born in 2018 welcome back riverdale. no i won't elaborate. ok ummm characters. it was an uphill battle to not have maddie as my favorite character because jennifer is my girl we're like this 🤞 and maddie is the name of my childhood bff. and baby we never reached the top of that hill MADDIE SUPREMACY 🫶🫶🫶. that's my bestie, that's my boo bear, that's mother right there. love you girlfriend forever and ever amen. eddie diaz my beautiful princess with a disorder. need to study this dude immediately. first of all .... ****** and that's all i have to say about that. has he done things wrong? yes all the time including right now. do i care? well he's my beautiful princess with a disorder i don't know what to tell you. his kid should definitely be mad at him tho baby what were you thinking with that one? nothing ☺️🫶 love you chris come home soon pls. chim THE PEOPLE'S PRINCESS. never done a thing wrong except almost die literally all the time but that's ok we love him anyways. nobody's perfect but he's close love you bestie 💜💜💜. buck is a princess who should just sit there and look pretty and not do anything that will put him in the hospital. don't worry about anything babygirl we'll figure it out for you. we're also gonna get you away from "tommy" (unbelievable that's his actual name, a grown ass man) i do not like him at all. oooooo you've been bi for like 20 minutes but you gotta come out immediately or i'm gonna throw a fit I HAVE A GUN AND IT'S LOADED. i'm sorry but i'm throwing him into oncoming traffic as soon as possible live laugh love. and he's not having a funeral. love you buck, you shall be free soon 🫶. bobby and athena best couple of all time I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT. that's ohana right there. they mean a lot to me ok. hen literally mother.com she's my girl except when she cheated on my lesbian queen karen but i'm pretending she didn't do that because i don't think she would!!! i know her better than the writers. remember a long time ago when i said you should get a free pass to forget exactly one bad thing your favorite character did to preserve your sanity? well here we are. i didn't see shit. hen and chim friendship supremacy btw. a great show, nothing makes sense and i'd like to keep it that way. they just landed a plane with the power of friendship, love, and autism. hopes for this season are that things continue to be insane, hen and karen get their kid back, and eddie too i guess. love his little crisis mustache going on i'm sorry but this is your fault you weird little man. and tommy dies of course. in god we trust. there i probably missed 80% of what i wanted to say and also emotionally i can't think about certain scenes i'll need several month to heal 😐 whatever it's chill. thanks for reading if you did, i'm probably just talking to myself right now heyyy kallie how's it going??? pretty good thank you bestie!!!!