#and then she said that i didn't pull the oldest cakes out first and i staryed emptying 2 trays of the same flavor

[florida3exclamationpoints]

The last 2 hours of work were um. Not as good

[elderberries-and-honey]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏/𝟐

On the first day of Summer, Marmee wrote word that the typewriter was finally finished with its repairs. They had cost a bit more than she had expected but she hoped it would be well worth-it.

As a small token of his appreciation, Lawrence brought over a fresh baked dessert cake, purchased from one of the local bakeries there in town, while Marmee served a lovely chamomile tea to pair together deliciously. 

"Here she is, Mr. Baudelaire." Marmee's oldest, Meg, said as she brought the typewriter into the dining room. "All fixed up and ready for the Missus." As she handed it over, Lawrence's hands began trembling a little.

He'd waited and kept this secret from Winifred for so long that feeling the weight of it in his hands almost didn't seem real. "I don't know what to say," Lawrence sighed. "Thank you doesn't seem enough."

A warm smile sprawled out on Marmee's face. "Just promise March's will be the first bookstore to sell Mrs. Baudelaire's work. That would be thank you enough." She assured him.

Lawrence gave Marmee a tight hug and Meg, who he'd learned had taken up longer hours to also aid in covering the cost of repairs, a gentle kiss on the cheek before departing.

"You March's are made of everything sweet." He chuckled as he pulled away. "Your generosity won't be forgotten."

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where did your hips go

enaste finally reaches her clan.

rating: t

pairing: solavellan

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By the time Enaste finally saw the first wolf statues, she was starving. She should have arrived much earlier, but after an intense round of screaming slurs at her, one of her captives had started losing blood at an alarming rate and she'd needed to stop to heal him. And gag him. Turns out dragging two half-dead men on a couple of tired horses took much longer than she would have liked. She'd brought a few pieces of jerky with her, but it wasn't much and she'd eaten them hours ago.

The smell of fish cooking over a fire nearly sent her into a frenzy. Klein, the man she hadn't felt the need to gag, groaned hungrily. She saw the sails of her clan's aravels peeking up from the trees.

Moments later, three hunters emerged and ran to help her. The sight of them made her heart ache, but it was a happy ache, the kind of ache that comes from missing someone so much for so long. They greeted her, hugged her, told her how happy they were to see her. One of them started trying to catch her up on happenings in the clan, but was interrupted by Klein's groaning.

Only then did the hunters really take in Enaste's hostages. Cole had apparently disappeared again, leaving Enaste to look especially impressive with two captives and two horses behind her.

"Wow, no wonder you took so long to get here," said the youngest of the hunters, a freckled girl named Aridhel. "Are those the mercenaries we've been dealing with?"

Enaste nodded. Her voice rasped. "Some of them, yes. They have information, but they're in rough shape and need healing first."

More members of her clan came out of the trees to greet Enaste as the hunters led the horses into camp. A few of the children escaped their carer's hold and bolted to her, hugging her and yelling about recent events and asking her questions so quickly she couldn't respond. Enaste laughed and knelt down to their level, taking care to greet every one by name.

She knew them, by face and name and voice, because she had seen them before anyone else in this world; nearly every child in the clan, all but the very oldest and very youngest, Enaste had delivered herself. One particularly excited boy grabbed her hand and bounced up and down. "'Naste, 'Naste!" He said quickly, and she laughed as she turned to him.

"Yes, Inar? You're very impatient today."

"I'm four! I just had my name day!"

"That you did! You've gotten very big. How was it?"

He smiled at her compliment and slowed in his bouncing. "It was so fun! Lahalaan made crab cakes and sweet cheese on toast!"

Another child, a smaller girl named Nellasa, started to pull on Enaste's other hand. "Inaarr stop talking. 'Naste just got here!"

Enaste turned to the girl, smirking. "What? Didn't you like the crab cakes too, Nella?"

"I guess," she drew the word out and pulled Enaste's hand harder, unbalancing her and making her laugh. "But come on! You have to see what I made with Elder Shora!"

"You used too many colors!" Inar replied, annoyed at her interruption.

"Elder Shora said there's no such thing!"

Enaste felt footsteps behind her. "Children, please, let your First at least come into camp." She would recognize that voice anywhere --confident, steady, wizened with age but still deep and strong.

Enaste stood carefully, and turned to face her Keeper. Her breath caught in her chest. Keeper Deshanna was as beautiful as ever, her long white hair plaited into crisp, oiled braids decorated with trinkets and adorned with silver halla horns that graced her head like a crown.

"It is so good to see you, da'len."

Enaste bowed, eyes closed, momentarily too overwhelmed to speak. When she straightened, her Keeper pulled her into a warm, loving embrace. She smelled like the herbs they burned to keep away mosquitoes, and the campfires they lit for warmth at night, and the oils worked into her hair to keep the strands in place. She was shorter than Enaste by several inches, so Enaste had to be wary of the horns on her head.

They stepped apart, and Deshanna kept her hands on Enaste's arms. Her vallaslin was extensive and vibrant, kept fresh from a new application just two years before. It was a more advanced version of Enaste's own --where the mark of Mythal covered only Enaste's forehead, on her Keeper it extended across her cheeks and through her lips, cutting a long line towards her chest.

"You are thin," Deshanna observed, and Enaste laughed nervously. "You need some real food, none of that shemlin dogfeed. Come. We have fresh trout and oysters."

Enaste's mouth watered; she was momentarily so hungry she lost her train of thought, but still managed to thank her Keeper profusely.

Keeper Deshanna looked over Enaste's shoulder, towards the horses. She narrowed her eyes, then nodded slowly. "These are some of the mercenaries that have been harassing us, aren't they?"

Enaste sighed. "Yes. I encountered a group of them earlier and managed to take these two captive."

"Were you hurt?" Deshanna asked, and without hesitating, ignoring the pain in her throat and the aches in her back, Enaste shook her head.

"They were not expecting a mage."

"I see," Deshanna looked skeptical, but did not press the issue. She didn't need to know what happened. Enaste was fine, regardless, as long as she didn't think about it too much.

"Aridhel, Hauen, Eirie," Deshanna announced, and at her voice all three hunters stood at attention. "Get more help from the older hunters, and put the men in the storage tent on the north side of camp. Keep them tied down, but tell Elder Le'an to watch over them. Whatever information they have, we want it."

Enaste watched the three hunters hurriedly follow their new orders. The children started pulling on Enaste again, especially Nellasa, and Enaste picked her up instead of letting herself be dragged down the hill.

"Where are Hallin and Harea?" Enaste asked, careful not to step on a stray child as they walked down the slope into camp.

"Hallin is hunting, but Harea is around somewhere. I believe she is doing some leatherwork."

Enaste smirked. "She never does stop working."

Keeper Deshanna sighed. "I wish she would. She needs more rest." She looked at Enaste dryly. "Though I'm sure she would get more if your brother would stop fussing over her."

Enaste's smirk turned into a wider smile: she knew her brother, and that was very much in-character for him. "He won't leave her alone?"

"No!" Deshanna replied, exasperated. "I had to order him to leave for this hunt, and it took far more convincing than it should have."

"It's been so long," Enaste said. Nellasa had started playing with her scarf. Enaste gently took her hands away from it so she wouldn't pull it off, and the girl laid her head on Enaste's shoulder. "He's worried for her, and the child."

"I know. But if he keeps hovering around her he's not going to have a bonded or a child because Harea will have killed him."

The camp was set up long and narrow, so from this entrance they could only see a few tents, an aravel, and her clan mates buzzing around them. A woman named Miolvun, beating the dust out of a rug, froze as soon as she saw them and ran off. "Harea!" She yelled in the distance, and Enaste grinned.

Keeper Deshanna returned her smile and led her towards an aravel where hardered leather lay across the decks. A bag of tools and thread for embroidering said leather hung over the side. Miolvun barely had time to warn the heavily pregnant woman sitting against the aravel before she saw Enaste herself.

"Creators!" Harea yelled. "Oh, fenhedis--" Harea hissed before tossing whatever she was working on into the darkness of the aravel.  "Help me up," she ordered the other woman, who quickly gave Harea her arm.

Enaste gently put Nellasa down as her friend approached. Harea was a beautiful woman: her hair was the same shade of black that Enaste's was, but her skin was a darker, richer tan, and the blue in her vallaslin --meant to honor June-- made her brown eyes stand out even more than they would have otherwise.

"Oh, how could you leave me, you monster?" Harea asked, putting her hands on Enaste's face. She was tall, too, one of the tallest elves in the clan, and looked down slightly at Enaste. "In my time of need? It's like you don't even care."

Keeper Deshanna sighed. "She was kidnapped, da'len."

Harea shot her an annoyed look. "She could have escaped."

Enaste laughed and put her hand on Harea's wrist. "I did escape. I'm here now, aren't I?"

Harea pursed her lips. She suddenly squished Enaste's face, earning a surprised yelp. "You should have been here earlier. Your brother has been an absolute nuisance, and you're the only one he listens to."

"Abelas. I really did try," Enaste said through squished cheeks.

Harea let Enaste's face go and sighed. "It's fine. I know you were busy being... Some kind of shemlin goddess...?"

Enaste rolled her eyes. "I'll tell you later."

"Yes, you should eat first," Harea frowned, looking down at Enaste's body. "Where did your hips go?"

"Enough, da'len," Keeper Deshanna soothed. Before she could go on, a voice called out to Enaste.

"Maker's breath! There you are!" It was Jester, the agent Leliana had sent along to assist her. A human woman was just behind them, followed by Blackwall, and further behind, Solas. Her gaze lingered on him, warmth blooming in her chest just from seeing him. He smiled at her when he caught her eye, and she smiled back. It was embarrassing.

"And hey, what's up with your voice?" Harea asked, frowning. "You sound like you have a cold."

"Ah, well, I think I do," Enaste lied, and Harea started asking Deshanna about various remedies.

"Inquisitor," Jester said, their thick brows knit in concern. "We were so worried for you. What a relief to see you alright."

"What caused the delay?" Solas asked, and, frustratingly, she found herself excited by his voice. Had she missed him? It had been scarcely twelve hours.

She turned towards where the hunters had taken her captives. "I ran into a few of our mercenaries friends. Took two of them hostage, and two horses."

Solas's brows raised. "Impressive work." His praise made her heart skip. Then he frowned. "Are you feeling alright? Your voice sounds strange."

"That's what I said!" Harea exclaimed, crossing her arms. "You need elfroot, and honey."

"I need to eat, lethallan," Enaste said, finally speaking up for her aching stomach. She looked at her Keeper. "You said there was trout?"

Deshanna smiled, nodded, and looked to the gathered Inquisition representatives. "Your friends have already had some, but there should be plenty. Come, let us eat."

Soon she was sitting in the grass, eating grilled trout and mushrooms and oysters and herbs. Save for when Roshan cooked at Skyhold, it was the best thing she'd eaten in months. She ate so fast Harea teased her and told her to slow down, and her friend was right because she felt a little sick afterwards. But it hardly mattered. She lay back against a tree and closed her eyes and listened to the surreal intermingling voices of her family and new friends in the comfort of her clan's camp. She met Lady Guinevere Volant, who explained the situation in Wycome as she understood it, and Keeper Deshanna went over the situation with the bandits.

The plague the Keeper mentioned was, obviously, not in reference to the clan itself but the city of Wycome. Some disease was tearing through the upper quarters, killing humans but suspiciously --almost pointedly-- avoiding elves. When Enaste explained that the mercenaries had apparently been paid for by the Duke of Wycome, the full picture came into focus: something was killing the humans of Wycome, and the elves were being blamed for it. Despite obviously not being connected, Clan Lavellan was made a scapegoat. They were lucky the mercenaries were so incompetent.

"They may come here to try and avenge their comrades," Blackwall warned, and Enaste nodded.

"We'll be ready for them. We can speak with the hostages I took and get more information about what to expect, but after my encounter with them I don't think there are many left in fighting shape." She nodded to Deshanna. "We can handle what's left."

"Good," the Keeper said. She looked at Lady Volant, grey brows furrowed. "What of the elves in the alienage? If we are being harassed, I find it hard to imagine they are safe."

Lady Volant nodded slowly. "Tensions seem higher than usual. One of my informants in the alienage has expressed concern, and many of the elves are especially worried. I am uncertain of more than that, however." She looked to Enaste. "I had hoped we could introduce you to the Duke, that we might gain information that way, but if he's paying for these mercenaries to harass your clan, I doubt he'll tell you much."

Keeper Deshanna nodded. "But you could go, Lady Volant, and see if he will give you a tour of the city as a representative of the Inquisition. Then you would be able to assess the reality of this plague for yourself."

"Should you have protection?" Enaste asked.

"Not typically, though..."

Enaste looked to Blackwall, who nodded. "Blackwall can accompany you."

Keeper Deshanna hesitated. "Is it the norm for a tour of the city to require an armed guard?" She looked at Blackwall kindly. "With all due respect, having such a visible guard will raise suspicions. The Duke will know we do not trust him."

"None taken, my lady," Blackwall responded.

"Still, it is not a bad idea." She looked at Jester, who was silent thus far. "If we send one of our warriors or hunters the Duke will know we have some involvement. You are without vallaslin; if you accompany the ambassador as a servant, it will draw less attention."

Jester considered this, running their hand along their chin. "That might be fine. If we visit the alienage, however, they may recognize me. Some of the Duke's own servants may as well."

Enaste frowned, thinking. She cleared her throat and nodded to Solas. "You could accompany Lady Volant."

He smiled slightly, and no one objected immediately, so Enaste went on. "You wear no vallaslin, you are unknown to the alienage and the various elven servants, and should something go wrong, you can protect Lady Volant." She shrugged. "It's not a bad idea."

"They won't be able to tell you're a mage?" Blackwall asked, and Solas shook his head.

"Likely not. Even if they had a mage of their own, it is difficult to be certain."

"You don't hate the idea," Enaste observed. "You will be treated like a servant."

"I can pretend to be humble, for one afternoon," he joked, and Enaste snorted.

Keeper Deshanna nodded slowly. "This feels like the right compromise." She raised an eyebrow at Solas. "You are rather large for an elven servant, though."

"No one looks at elves that hard, Keeper," Harea replied, and the Keeper sighed her agreement.

"Tomorrow, then?" Enaste asked, and Lady Volant nodded.

"I will travel back to Wycome today, and send a messenger to inform the Duke that I will be taking him up on his offer of a tour. He will be disappointed in your absence, Inquisitor, but he should understand how much of diplomacy is done via proxy."

"Shall I go with you?" Solas asked, and Lady Volant nodded.

"I could send a messenger to the clan in the morning, but it would be easier if you simply stayed in Wycome."

That made perfect sense, and Enaste did not object. Still, for some reason knowing he would not get to spend the night with her people was disappointing. It was her own fault for volunteering him, and maybe it was for the best. She knew he was uncomfortable around the Dalish, even among her clan, and maybe introducing him to her people in small pieces would be easier.

Thus it was settled. Solas would go with Lady Volant back to Wycome that evening, and everyone else would remain in the camp. Lunch lingered a while longer, and Harea half-forced Enaste to drink honeyed tea for her throat despite how full she felt. Other clan members came and went, greeting Enaste and marveling at her entourage. Roshan ate with them for a while as well before he went off to nitpick something about the oysters.

As the sun drifted past midday, Keeper Deshanna instructed one of the hunters from earlier, Aridhel, to show the Inquisition where they'd be staying. The clan had set up several tents for them, modest in construction but outfitted with warm furs inside that would be plenty of cushion to sleep on. Enaste returned to the small, private section of the aravel she'd shared with Deshanna for the better part of the last ten years. It had been kept clean, and free of dust. Were she not burdened by the warmth in her hand and the pain in her throat, it would be easy to imagine she'd never really left.

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[sofiaispunk]

The Space Cowboy and his Ladybug - CHAPTER 4

Javier Peña x reader

Summary: At Diego's birthday party, amid the clinking of glasses and the laughter, time rewinds over a decade as you lock eyes with a ghost from your past - a chapter you thought was long closed, yet there it stands, breathing and very much alive.

Words: 2,4K

Warnings: angst, trust issues, violence, brief mention of past domestic abuse (mentally and physically), insecurity, references to suicide attempt, smut, TRAUMA

"Hey, Steven. Did you see my silver hoop earings? And hurry up we are running late," you yelled from upstairs while getting ready. You chose a flowy, short floral dress. The dress had a soft pink background with vibrant blue and purple flowers, which complemented your warm skin tone and hair. The sleeves were short and ruffled, adding a playful touch to the outfit. You paired the dress with simple black sandals and a delicate necklace, letting the dress be the centerpiece of your look. Your hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down your shoulders, framing your face perfectly.

"I'm sorry, but I won't be able to make it," he replied, his voice trailing off.

"Why not? We talked about this. You know how much this means to me," you said while coming down the stairs, trying to keep the disappointment from creeping into your voice.

"I have to finish this report from work. Plus, there's a big game tonight that I don't want to miss it.” he said, his voice flat and disinterested.

"Can't you take a break from work for just a few hours? And the game will be on TV. You can watch it later," you pleaded, hoping to change his mind.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. Maybe some other time, I already promised the boys I will come to the bar" he said, his tone indicating that the conversation was over.

You had been looking forward to introducing Steven to your old friends and having a good time at the party. But now, you felt let down and disappointed all over again. It seemed like he didn't care about your feelings or the things that were important to you.

Overall Steven was a great guy, but he just didn't seem to understand you or what you wanted. You just wanted someone who would be there for you, someone who would put you first and make you feel special. And as much as you liked Steven, you knew that he wasn't that person.

You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself and walked out of the door without saying another word.

As you arrived at Magda's house for her son's second birthday party, you was greeted by a sea of colorful balloons and streamers. The front yard was transformed into a magical wonderland, with a bouncy castle, a small swimming pool, and a giant slide.Inside, the house was bustling with activity, as family and friends gathered to celebrate the special occasion. The smell of freshly baked cake and cookies filled the air, and you could hear the sound of children's laughter coming from every corner. Magda's son, Diego, was dressed in a cute little sailor suit, and he looked absolutely adorable.

The party was a mix of Mexican and American traditions, with piñatas, balloons, and lots of food.. The kids were running around, chasing each other and playing with toys, while the adults chatted and caught up with one another.

As soon as you entered Magda's backyard, you was greeted by a group of familiar faces. Magda's husband,and also one of your oldest friend, Eduardo, was manning the grill, while a few other family members were playing with the children.

Magda rushed towards you, her arms open wide. "Oh my goodness, you came! You look amazing!" she exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

You smiled, feeling overwhelmed with the warm welcome. "Thank you, Magda. Of course I came, Wouldn’t miss it."

She grabbed your hand and pulled me towards a table filled with food. "Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone."

You walked around, and caught up with old acquaintances and received condolences from those who knew about your father's passing.

Once the birthday cake was brought out, everybody gathered around to sing "Happy Birthday" to Diego. He was completely oblivious to the attention, more interested in the frosting on his fingers.

After the cake, the children ran off to play with each other, and the adults began to mingle. Eduardo offered you a slice of cake, and you started talking about the newest gossip of the town as if no time has passed.

Magda joined you, and she started talking about your childhood memories, laughing at some of the silly things you used to do.

She smiled and began, "Remember that time when we were playing hide-and-seek and Javier climbed up that big tree in the park? He thought he found the perfect spot to hide, but then he accidentally knocked a bird's nest out of the tree. The mama bird was so mad and started swooping down at him, and he had to climb down the tree really fast while dodging the angry bird. We all laughed so hard!" “OMG YES! How could I forget that. Still a better story than the firefly one.” You laughed along.

"Yes we tried to catch the fireflies on Chucho's farm, but we ended up getting scared and ran inside. Can you believe that Eduardo?" She paused to take a sip of her drink before continuing, "Chucho came in a few minutes later and caught us hiding under the covers. He laughed and told us that fireflies are harmless and they were just trying to light up our world."

You and Magda chuckled at the memory, and she continued, "And how about the time we tried to build a treehouse but ended up falling out of the tree?" She shook her head at the thought, "We were so determined to have our own little secret hideout, but we were just a couple of clumsy kids." As you all laughed at the memory, Magda's son, who had been playing with his new toys, wandered over and tugged on her shirt. She picked him up and held him on her hip as she continued, "You know, I always thought you and Javier would end up together. You were always so close, and he always looked at you like you were his whole world."

You felt your cheeks flush at her words, giving her a sad smile, and Magda smiled sympathetically before turning to her son, "But we'll save that story for when you're older."

As soon as Magda put Diego down, he toddled over to where you were sitting and reached up his chubby little arms, asking to be picked up. You obliged, lifting the toddler into your lap.

"Happy birthday, little man!" you said, tickling Diego's tummy.

Diego giggled and squirmed in your arms, his big brown eyes shining with joy. "Thank you!" he said, his words a little slurred.

"Did you get lots of presents?" you asked.

Diego nodded vigorously. "Uh-huh! Mama and Papa got me a new truck!" he said, holding up a toy car in his hand.

"Oh wow, that's so cool!" you said, pretending to examine the truck closely. "I bet you're going to have so much fun playing with that."

Diego grinned at her, his little face alight with happiness. "Wanna play with me, Auntie?"

Your heart swelled with affection at the little boy's words. "Of course, I do!" you said, holding the truck in her hand and pretending to make it drive across the floor. "Vroom vroom!"

Diego giggled again, clapping his hands in delight. "You're silly, Auntie. Can I show you my favourite birthday gift? You can play with it too" Diego asked already excited to show you his new toy. “The truck is not your favorite gift?” you asked with the truck still in your hand. Diego shook his head and ran off to get his favorite new toy. After a minute

Diego returned with a mini children lasso and a cowboy hat. “Uncle Javi gave me this cool hat his morning. Now I am a real cowboy!” the little boy couldn’t contain his excitement and it was effecting you too. “Diego, you look so cool. I bet you would be the best space cowboy in the whole universe.” You giggled along. “Whats a space cowboy?” he asked.

“Well, it’s a cowboy in space that catches bad guys and also bad aliens. Doesn’t it sound cool? ” You smiled at Diego as he looked up at you with wide eyes. "So, you want to be a space cowboy?" you asked. Diego nodded eagerly. "Yeah! It would be so cool to explore the universe and have adventures like they do in the movies or like Uncle Javi in Colombia!"

You chuckled. "I know what you mean, Diego. But being a space cowboy is a little different than that. It's more about being brave, independent, and resourceful, just like a cowboy in the old west."

Diego furrowed his brow. "But what about the space part? Don't they have to fly spaceships and stuff like that?"

You nodded. "Yes, they do. They have to be able to navigate through the galaxy and operate all kinds of alien technology. But at the same time, they also have to be able to handle themselves in dangerous situations and protect those around them."

Diego's eyes widened again. "Wow, being a space cowboy sounds really tough!"

You laughed again. "It can be, but it's also a lot of fun. And who knows, maybe one day you'll be able to explore the universe just like a real space cowboy! So are you up for this great responsibility?"

“YESSSSS! GUYS I AM A SPACE COWBOY!” Diego exclaimed as he run off to his friends. You couldn’t help but smile and bathe a little longer in this warm feeling.

It was getting late and you did not want to overstay your welcome so you got up and said your goodbyes. As you were about to thank Magda for the invitation, you spotted Chucho walking into the backyard. Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. You considered turning around and leaving before he could notice you, but it was too late; he had already spotted you.

You made your way over to him, your eyes filled with tears. When he saw you, Chucho's face lit up with joy and he immediately opened his arms wide. You threw yourself into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his love and the safety of his arms. All the initial hesitation long forgotten.

For a long time, you just held each other, not saying anything. Finally, you pulled away and looked up at Chucho, your eyes still brimming with tears. Looking up at him with a mixture of relief and still the fear of rejection.

"It's so good to see you," you said, your voice shaking. "I've missed you so much."

Chucho smiled down at you, his eyes soft with emotion and adoration. "I've missed you too, mi hija," he said. "Finally you are home. I’ve been praying everyday for you to come back to me." You felt overwhelmed by his love and care. "I'm so sorry, Chucho. I should have told you I was leaving." Chucho shook his head, his eyes full of understanding. "No, mi hija. You had to do what was best for you. I just wish I could have been there for you, protected you from that man."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief washing over you. It was like you had been carrying a burden for so long, and finally, you could share it with someone who truly cared.

"I'm proud of you, mi hija," Chucho said, his voice choked with emotion. "You've come so far, and you're so strong."

You felt a lump form in her throat as you looked at him, feeling grateful for his presence in your life. "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you."

Chucho smiled, his eyes twinkling. "You did it on your own, mi hija. I just provided a little love and guidance along the way." "I wanted to tell you…I got married," you finally said, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

His face broke into a wide grin. "Well, congratulations! Who's the lucky guy?"

"His name is Steven. He's a lawyer from Austin," you replied, feeling a bit sheepish.

Chucho's smile faltered slightly. "Austin, huh? Well, I hope he treats you well. You'll have to bring him out to the ranch tomorrow so I can see if he's good enough for you."

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief that he wasn't angry or judgmental about your choice of spouse. "I would love that, Chucho. I think you'll like him."

"Then it's settled. You and Steve come visit us on the farm, and I'll make sure to have a big barbecue ready for you two," he said with a chuckle.

You laughed. "That sounds great, Chucho. Thank you so much."

He smiled. "Siempre, mi hija.”

“Is … eh… Javier going to be there?” you couldn't help but ask, apprehension creeping into your voice.

Chucho looked at you with understanding eyes. “I don’t know, mija. I’m sorry. But you have to talk to him someday, no?”

You nodded, not knowing what to respond.

A wave of anxiety washed over you. It had been 15 years since the fight that ended your friendship, and you had avoided any opportunity to see him again. But now, the possibility of seeing him was looming over you, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to face him. Since arriving to Laredo the memories of him have been haunting you and all the anger and hurt you tried to suppress resurfaced.

But there was this small part of you that longed for the familiarity of your old friendship, longed for him. You couldn't deny that you still loved him, despite all the time that had passed, despite all the heartbreak. Javier had your heart. He always did. Admitting the truth to yourself hurt more than you thought. You already forgave him a long time ago. You had let go of the hurt and anger and had come to terms with the fact that you were both young and foolish back then. But did he ever forgave you for leaving? What if he doesn’t care? Or never did? But even with all these doubts, your love for Javier hasn't faded over the years. It's been burning inside you, just waiting for a chance to be reignited. As you drive back to your house you can’t help but wonder if he still feels the same way about you, or if you are just a distant memory to him.

Part 5

[00katrinka00]

Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #45

Dear Diary, So, I might not have won battle of the bands, but I did get invited to take a class in Del Sol Valley for young musicians. My mom said she isn't comfortable with letting me go to Del Sol Valley all by myself, I just have to convince her. -Violet

"It's my birthday!" Rosie exclaimed that morning after Mads had gotten her dresses. "It is, you need to stop growing," Mads pulled her into a hug. "Gonna be a big kid now!"

Later, while Mads was busy getting the cake ready, Violet came down to talk, "Mom, this is an amazing opportunity, I can't just decline." "I don't know if I want you in Del Sol Valley alone," Mads told her. "You haven't even read the course info yet!"

"Can you promise to read the course information?" Violet asked. "Then make a decision. I really want this." "Sure," Mads agreed. "I'll read the course information; I also want you to give Amelia Alden a call and see if she'd be willing to give us a tour of the facility." "Deal!"

Before the party started, Ethan had begun to get emotional over the fact that his oldest was about to be a young adult. "Dad," Leo said. "You really need to calm down, it's not that big of a deal, really." "To you, it's a huge deal for me!" Leo just pulled him into a hug.

"Lacy, look at my part dress," Rosie exclaimed. "It's pretty and pink. I'm going to be a big kid now, maybe you stop being mean." "Sorry kid," said Lacy. "You're still a bipedal rat." Rosie sighed, "mean Lacy."

And I made everyone pose for a family photo before Leo and Rosie aged up.

"Happy birthday!" Violet exclaimed. "What do you want?" "Why do you assume I need something?" "Because you rarely talk to me unless you do." "Okay, fine, can you help convince Mom to let me do that music class in Del Sol Valley." "We'll see."

As soon as the party started, Ethan and Mads both managed to pawn Alex and Sophie off to family and friends. Anything to get a small break.

"I'm glad you could make it!" Violet exclaimed when Sage showed up. "Of course," Sage pulled her into a hug. "You invited me."

When Nat arrived, Leo was quick to greet her. "Happy birthday," he smiled. "And happy birthday to you too," Nat grinned.

First up is Rosie, who got the outgoing trait, and I miss her little toddler face.

Next up was Leo who ended up with the perfectionist trait. He also got word that he did manage to achieve his goal of becoming valedictorian. Let's just hope the graduation appears on the calendar.

Lastly was Nat, and if I'm completely honest she wasn't a part of the household during the party, so I have no idea which trait she aged up with.

"And, here is part of your gift from your father and I," Mads handed Rosie her present "A BIKE!" she exclaimed "You dad and I can help teach you how to ride" "So cool" Rosie paused. "Wait, only part of my gift?" "Well we thought it'd be fun to build a treehouse with you out back"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Rosie exclaimed. "You're welcome, sweetheart," Mads smiled down at her.

Then came time for Leo's gift. "We kind of had trouble figuring out what to get you," Ethan admitted. Leo opened his gift, "A check?" "We couldn't figure out what to get you, so we figured we'd pay for your first term at uni and then some." "Mom, Dad, thank you, it means a lot."

"No longer a bipedal rat," Rosie said confidently while sitting down next to Lacy. "Still a child," Lacy told her. "And children are gross." "What's it going to take for you to like me?" "Age up into a teen," Lacy said sarcastically. She didn't mean that.

"Time for the best gift ever," Violet said while handing Rosie her present. Rosie opened it excitedly, "It's a- uh, a violin," her voice fell. "So you can be just like your awesome big sister." "Haha, uh, yeah," Rosie said dryly.

[bitchkay]

9. King Rio and the kiddos❤ (#three's a crowd four's a party + the family ☆ series)

bitchkay's 21st birthday event

CW: sweet sweet fluff, in this the elder twins are 18, Halo is 15, Genesis and Theo are 11, Atlas is 10, which makes the younger twins 2, Rio is smitten with you, the kids making fun of Rio for being smitten with you of Rio for being smitten with you💀💀

Word count: 731

☆𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖'𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕕, 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣'𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 + 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!”

“Oh goodness, what's all this!”

You enter the dining room at the time Rio told you to come down only to see the room decorated with balloons and tinsel. Rio with a cake and each one of your beloved children stood with paper(hand drawn on?) party hats.

“Happy birthday, mother,” Your two oldest, Adephagia and Gulliver came to greet you at the door pulling you into the room, each giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you sweeties, you didn't have to do any of this for me, I've already received more than enough gifts today,” you said as the twins led you to the pair of seats at the head of the table, next to Rio.

“Not from us, you haven't,” Halo perked up.

“And plus, don't look at us for this, blame it all on Dad,” Theo said as Rio rested the cake on the table right in front of you.

“Rio,” you said looking at your cheeky looking husband. “Did you plan this? I thought we were just going to have dinner?”

“I wanted to do something for my special girl, well my first one.”

“Hey!” You push his shoulder playfully.

“You work so hard too, your responsibilities as a queen, a mother, a wife, I don't know how you do it. If you weren't already my wife I would ask to marry you again,” Rio said, smiling so lovingly down at you.

“You're so sweet, I can't get all the credit, you're the one that actually runs this kingdom.”

“Now is not the time to be humble, I'm singing your praises, you should accept them,” Rio said, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Alright, thank you baby,” you lean into Rio's side as he kisses your forehead.

“You're welcome, happy birthday Sunbeam♡”

Putting candles on the cake Rio lit them up before everyone sang the birthday songs to you and you blew them out.

“Would you do the honors my love?” Rio said, holding out a knife for you to cut the cake.

“Of course.”

You smiled as you made the first cut of the cake, your children clapping as you do. You plate the first slice sliding it over to your first borns each with a toddler sitting on their lap.

“Wait, mom, it's your birthday, you should take the first slice, Dylan and Eliana can't even eat so much anyway,” Adephagia said, holding a little Eliana as she tried to climb up to reach the cake, Gulliver doing the same with Dylan as you slide a slice over to him as well.

“You're meant to share your slice with your sisters, plus if there's anything I know about my kids is most of them got their fathers appetite especially you two. Even if the babies dont want or can't finish, you guys are probably going to want a second slice, am i right?” You said watching your eldest two lock their mouths shut.

You cut another slice sliding it over to Halo, “I think it's just in my nature to make sure you all are taken care of anyway. I love and appreciate every single one of you guys for wanting to celebrate my birthday, aren't I allowed to share you some cake?”

On the other side of the table facing the twins, Theo leans into Genesis whispering something to her. “Father is making goo goo eyes at her again.”

“You see it too huh?”

And he was.

Rio looked at you like you hung the moon and stars as you gave plates of cake to each of your children at the table all with a smile on his face.

“Dad, stop making that face, you're creeping me out,” Atlas spoke up.

“What?”

“Yeah, I was going to say something but I didn't want to kill your vibe,” Halo said, shaking her head.

“We're holding the product of that look too, cut it,” Gulliver said gesturing towards Dylan and Eliana in his and his sisters lap.

“Bah- wah- guys!” Rio sputters as they gang up on him.

You laugh as you put the last slice in front of you. “Alright guys, leave your dad alone, I'd be more concerned if he wasn't making eyes at me.” You say as you pet Rios head like a wounded dog.

“... we can't leave them alone tonight.”

“‘Phasia!”

“We were all thinking it!”

©bitchkay.tumblr.com

One day I'll write the smut scene of the hot wet and creamy birthday sex that resulted in the younger twins being conceived and the reason the older kids joke about not leaving you two alone. One day. One day.

[billthedrake]

MY SON'S PORN LIFE

It was just porn, I rationalized, and I'm a man with a more than healthy libido. Married with three kids, I have a decent sex life with my wife, especially considering that we've been married for 25 years now.

But I like to jerk off, too, and since I turned 50, my bi side had been rearing itself more. A while back I went through a phase of lining up no-strings BJs from guys on the side. I'd put that behind me, but I still got off on the fantasy of fucking a guy or having him suck me. 8 times out of 10, when I was looking for stroke fodder, I'd pull up a gay porn video.

Then came the fateful day. I didn't even know what I was looking at first. I was just browsing one of those free video sites and saw a thumbnail of two hot bodies with a tag like "Hot Jocks Fuck After Practice." Unlike with women, I don't even know that I have a type when it comes to guys, but these dudes looked hot... muscular and young 20s, smooth bodied. They're probably everyone's type.

I clicked, and my heart sank.

It started out PG-rated, with two jockish guys sitting on a couch, one with his arm draped over the other's shoulder as the cameraman asked them questions and the guys talking about being excited for the scene that was about to happen.

One of the young men, the blond hunk with his arm draped over the beefier dark-haired guy, was my son Travis.

Holy fuck. I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe it at first. My oldest kid - and only son - was doing gay porn. I listened to another half minute of the pre-sex interview and watched as Travis turned to the dark-haired dude, with a playful lust in his blue eyes and said, "Yeah, Sam has an amazing ass." He turned back to the camera with a grin and added, "Like, big fucking meaty cakes..."

"Ha," the cameraman laughed. "You ready to do this then?"

"Hell yeah," the dark haired guy replied.

I closed the browser, hyperventilating.

My Trav. Good kid, great student, played football at the expensive college we sent him to. I didn't know how long he'd been doing porn, or if this was a one-off. I wondered if he had any troubles, financial difficulties, drugs, gambling, whatever, that led him to do this. I wondered if I should tell his mother.

But I paused, staring at now blank screen. Maybe Travis was doing this for money, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. Sure there was playing along, but you can only fake so much.

And I knew Kate would freak out. She wasn't judgmental, but this was something else. Besides, she was the worrying sort of mother. That's why I loved her, that's why she was such a wonderful parent. But this would break her heart. I'd be keeping this to myself.

***

It was mid-afternoon in the office when Kate called. "Brad, you still able to make Caitlin's game today?" Our middle daughter Courtney was in college now, and Caitlin was now a senior in high school, which meant these soccer games would soon be a thing of the past.

I didn't mind, really. I had a sales job that could be crazy busy and required a lot of travel but days like that day I had some flexibility. And I loved my girls and enjoyed being the supportive dad. There were a few soccer parents who regularly showed up and we all kind of bonded. And the girls' team was really good that year. It was fun.

"Yeah, I'll be there."

"Great," my wife said. "I should be able to catch the last half, and maybe we can get dinner out. I have book club tonight," she reminded me.

We wrapped our conversation and I checked the clock. 2:30. I put in another hour of work, then cut out early.

I knew I'd be on my own for taking care of my orgasm that evening, so I went home first. I had enough time for a nice, leisurely stroke and looked forward to enjoying it.

As I got to my bedroom and kicked off my shoes, though, a thought hit me. A curiosity, sure, but also a horniness.

I wanted to watch my son Travis fuck a guy.

I was shaking a little as I searched again for that video. But I wasn't as hesitant as I should have been. It took me a few seconds to find it. That familiar thumbnail. My heart beat. I pressed play.

I listened to the introductory banter. The flirtiness between the two guys, putting on their dumb-jock act. Then the cameraman prodding, "You ready to do this then?"

I was rock hard. My son kissed dark haired guy. Trav looked like a smooth operator, snaking his tongue between the other guy's lips and making out, softly at first, then with more lust.

Their hands now removed their tank tops. Dark haired guy was real muscular, like a total gym body. Still had his baby fat, which made his bulk hotter somehow. I watched Trav feel him up, and I had to unzip.

Travis was the real star, though. Ripped, waxed smooth, tanned muscle contrasting with his adorable boy next door looks. My eyes were riveted to him, drawn as much as the dark haired guy's hands, which were now pawing at Travis's bare chest and abs, and then moving down...

I let out a groan when that hand cupped Travis's crotch. This was the moment of truth. Was I going to watch more?

I couldn't stop it, or take my eyes away. Trav got a playful look on his face and undid his shorts, making his abs crunch as he lifted his hips to slide them off.

There it was. My son's cock. His erection, long and thick, very much like my own. I never thought of myself as having a porn star cock, but I knew I was hung, and now I had a son who literally had a porn star dick.

I felt the excitement over take me as I stroked my own prick and jets of semen shot out. Uncontrollably. A crazy orgasm that had my head flushed and pounding from the taboo excitement.

I shut the video and the computer. And I quickly cleaned my mess.

Fuck.

***

Yeah, I felt like a heel. But I'd gotten off big time, and I knew I would again.

By now I had a good lead. Trav went by the name of "Brent" and was a Sean Cody model. Turns out this wasn't his only, or even his first video.

I found the others. Each one was better than the last. Travis was the jock-next-door type who played it up for the camera. His MO seemed to be to start off slow and romantic with a guy and work up to really pounding the bottom's ass with long, hard strokes. More than one came hands free from it. I just about did, even watching.

I watched them all, savoring them one by one until I was able to make it to the end of each. Then I watched them repeatedly, too much. I thought the guilt would kick in and I'd come to my senses, but I never did. I thought the novelty of the forbidden fruit would wear off, but I came buckets watching Travis fuck guys. Every single time.

I dug around more. From the comments on blogs, it seemed that "Brent" was a fan favorite. There was some bitching from guys that Sean Cody didn't have stars like Travis any more, that they'd gone downhill over the last year.

That hit me for some reason. I mean, I was glad that porn was just a temporary thing for my son. Logically, I would have been happier if it hadn't been a thing at all for him. But fuck, I wanted to see more. I loved watching my son. It was like spying on him, letting me be a voyeur into his sex life. And, hands down, Travis was just a stud.

I initially felt a burst of shame when I saw my wife or daughters after I stroked off. But they didn't know. I was still a good father, though if Travis knew I wouldn't blame him for having another opinion of me.

When Travis came home for Christmas, it hit me. The awkwardness, the weight of the secret. He thought I was just stressed from work or something, I guess. We ended up having a good visit with him. But he seemed like he had something on his mind.

The last day, he gathered us around the table. He was nervous as hell, but he came right out with. "I've got something to tell you guys... I'm gay."

Caitlin and Courtney immediately got out of their chairs and went to hug their big brother. I never was prouder of them.

I wondered if Kate had any inclination, but I could tell then that she was surprised. She was supporting as always though. Not touchy feely like our daughter, but more communicative.

It was my turn. "We love you son. And I'm proud as hell of ya." I was getting a little teary but tried to be the stoic Dad. I think Travis appreciated both.

***

Life moved forward. Caitlin graduated from high school and was getting ready to head out East for college. Courtney was applying to med schools. Kate and I were starting to talk seriously about retirement and making plans for a future now that the kids were flying the coop.

Travis was now 25, out of college and living in Chicago. He worked as a personal trainer and just enjoyed being a young guy in the big city. He was probably enjoying dating and the gay scene, but I didn't know the details. But I had a sales visit in Chicago pretty often and I'd always book an extra night to have some quality time with my son.

It was nice to have a break from the "Brent" videos. Maybe it was the increased sex with Kate, a kind of second honeymoon, but I was watching way less porn. And while I visited Travis's videos from time to time, I wasn't as obsessed with them.

Until I saw a new one. An OnlyFans one shot in a hotel room. Only he was no longer "Brent" but "JakeTheJock." But it was the same hunky Travis, he'd even put on a little more muscle. And the same fuck technique... romantic making out, some swapped BJs or 69 for foreplay. Rimming his bottom, then going to pound town on him bareback.

It was like a junkie mainlining after getting out of rehab. I knew I shouldn't be watching, but there was just an incredible rush, a high even. I had gotten to where I regularly busted twice in a session watching Travis fuck, but this had me getting off three times.

It took some creativity but I found a way to subscribe to Trav's OnlyFans without any telltale signs on my credit card statement. With regularity, I found time to get off to watching my very hunky son have sex. The guilt hadn't gone completely away, but I'd gotten real good and compartmentalizing it. The weird thing is for as much as I watched my son's porn videos, I didn't have any specific fantasies involving me and him. It was just an immediate lust, combined with the thrill of taboo and the voyeurism of almost spying on him. Seeing his secret life.

At first I missed the relative professionalism of the Sean Cody vids, but Travis's OnlyFans offered the advantage of quantity. Every week, I got to watch Travis with another guy. Or a repeat session with one of the other OF "stars." He was branching out beyond jock types like him and doing other men. Some older, some beefier, some hairy. I loved watching it all. A couch BJ in a New York apartment, or shower sex in some London hotel. I was following up on my son's travel through his porn page.

***

It was hard to look at my son the same way again. I loved him and respected him as a normal proud parent, but when I visited him, in the back of my head all I could think of was Travis's toned muscle, his big thick dick and the size of his cum loads oozing out of some muscle dude's ass.

For what it was worth, my son SEEMED happier now, enjoying his life and his day job and filling me in a little on his dating life when I came to visit.

"Maybe I'm not ready to settle down," he admitted with a grin as we had dinner in some downtown restaurant that Travis had picked a change of pace from the expense account steakhouses I took prospects on my sales call.

God help me I found my son so attractive at that moment. The dim light of the restaurant bringing out his blond hair and blue eyes and his dimples and perfect teeth. I actually threw hard in my suit trousers under the tablecloth.

I was fucked up, I knew, but the next day I requested to be put more regularly on the Midwest territory at work. I passed it off as seniority and wanting some closer travel, but really I just wanted to be in Chicago more.

***

The next video my life changed. It was a Tuesday after my Chicago visit and I'd cut out of work a little early to have some time with a new video that was planned to drop. I still had no idea how far in advance Travis shot these. Maybe it was made right after my visit or weeks before.

I just knew something was different about this one. Travis had been paired with some older men before, mostly fitness buff types and muscle guys. But this one with by the handle "CornfedDaddy" and he looked a little like Travis - blond and blue eyed, that Scandinavian-German stock giving him some real height and bulk. He looked even more like me. Middle aged, fit but more normal looking than a normal porn star. I wondered how Travis's fan subscribers would react but seeing Travis making out with this dude got me hard as fuck.

I knew it was because I imagined myself in CornfedDaddy's place, and Travis actively attracted to me.

And that attraction was real. Travis wasn't faking the intensity of that kiss or the excitement in feeling up that 40-something bulk. My hunky son seemed almost dreamy voice as he growled, "Ready to show the guys something new, Daddy?"

That very word almost had me coming.

The man was like one of my goddamn work colleagues, or the married men you'd see around Kansas City. And he talked like a suburban guy, too. "Fuck yes," he answered with a happy laugh.

Travis's strong hand massaged the man's boner through his shorts, then pushed the hem down. CornfedDaddy might not have had a porn star body, but that dick was big, bigger than Travis's.

I watched as my son leaned over and started sucking on that giant hog.

I came, my first cum, shooting hard into my fist. I had to let go to cool off and stop the video a second. I wiped off the excess cum and tossed the kleenex in the trash. This was gonna be an epic stroke session.

I took a look around and checked my phone. Coast was going to be clear for a while. I resumed watching.

I'd seen Travis suck a dick before, but this felt more purposeful and certainly more of a challenge than the other bottoms he'd been with. But like before, he pulled off and leaned back on the couch, ready for his turn at being serviced. He pulled down his shorts and I saw my son's beautiful dick. I was proud I'd created a man that amazing.

CornfedDaddy got a big grin and scooted down onto his knees, between Travis's legs. I loved watching guys suck my son. Occasionally Travis would post oral only videos of some guy blowing him and swallowing his load. I don't know that I preferred those to the fucking but they were amazing in their own different way.

But Cornfed Daddy had a different kind of swagger to his dad-next-door expression. "Lift em up, son," he urged. And Travis did, pulling those thick, knotted thighs up and back to his chest.

The Daddy dove in, starting to rim Travis with an excited urgency.

"That's it, Daddy, eat my hole!" my son cried.

I shot the second time.

I was hyperventilating now. It took me a second to get the energy to pause the video. Daddy was just pulling out.

I looked down at my load. Not as heavy as the first, but jesus it was heavier than it had a right to be. I was grateful now that I hadn't chickened out or let my guilt stop me from subscribing to Travis's videos.

I took more of a break this time. I got some water and checked some work emails. I knew I wanted another cum, but i was in my 50s. I'd need some recovery time.

Finally, I was ready. I already knew this would be a video I'd savor for many sessions. I resumed it and wondered it was going to go where I dreamed it might.

It did. Cornfed grabbed some lube and slicked up his cock before lining it up with my sons hole, teasing it some.

"First time on camera, right?" he asked Travis.

My son's adorable smile showed as he nodded. "Fuck yeah. Figure it was time for those guys to watch me get fucked."

Cornfed gave him a quick kiss then leaned up and hissed. "Let's show them, then."

And like that I was watching another man penetrate my stud son's hot ass.

I held off stroking and just let my cock ache in hardness as I watched. I knew instinctively this was not Travis's first cock. But the virginity idea hit me deep, and the men on screen were playing it up.

Travis leaned back and stroked his big dick and came hard, shooting ropes on his ripped torso.

Cornfed kept fucking, but within a minute he was getting close, too. I watched him approach his nut and started stroking myself, trying to time my third cum with the ejaculation inside my son. It was pretty close. Watching that Daddy orgasm and hearing his grunt sent me firing.

By now, I was feeling spent and overstimulated. I had to shut the video and focus on something besides what I saw.

****

I had a Chicago sales call the following week. I gave Travis some space, telling him I'd be in the city more now and if he had other plans, he shouldn't feel obligated to meet up this time.

"Nonsense, Dad," he said. "I have some evening clients that day but I could meet you after."

I had a business dinner anyway, so I told him I'd come to Boystown for a change, and meet him for a drink around 9:30.

God, he looked like a million bucks, his workout clothes fitting his form well. He had an amazing body on camera, but up close his muscle seemed firmer, bigger. I had a fleeting thought that I should hire him as my personal trainer.

I was tempted to have a normal evening, but it had been weighing on my mind. The need to come clean. Not all of it of course, but halfway through our first drink I dropped the bombshell.

"Trav... I know how to bring this up, but I know about your videos," I said quietly.

I expected a sense of shame or embarrassment, but Travis mostly just seemed surprised. "Did someone tell you?" he asked.

I shook my head, letting out more than maybe I should. "No, I just stumbled on one."

That made my son grin. "So you watched me?" he asked with a gentle laugh.

The fact that my son didn't seem put off by me watching him made my heart pound and my mind go where it shouldn't. But I lied. "No... when I saw it was you...." I didn't know how to explain, maybe because there was no good explanation.

Travis's laid back nature put me at ease some. "I didn't know you were into gay stuff, Dad," he said with an easy smile. I could tell he was happy with that knowledge. Maybe it made him feel less of an outcast in the family or something.

"I guess I have a bi streak when it comes to porn," I admitted. I figured it was the least I could own up to, since I'd practically admitted it already. "But you're not telling your mother," I added with a playful smile of your own.

"Don't worry, Dad," he assured me. "Um, does she know about my porn life."

"No," I said. "No guarantees someone won't tell her, though."

He nodded. "Yeah, I figure. I mean, I'm not ashamed of it, Dad. I enjoy it and it's good money coming in. I'll probably be able to buy a nice condo in a year or so."

I shook my head with a little wince. For as much as I'd perved to my son, a father doesn't like hearing this kid is doing something which may harm him. "I hope you don't mind that I brought it up."

Travis patted my leg. Not flirty, but affectionate. "Nah, it's good you did. I don't like keeping secrets." He took as sip of his drink then continued, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Depends," I said. Nervous for what he was going to ask.

"So, when you came across my vid, you must have been watching some other stuff, right?"

"Yes," I replied softy.

Travis's expression got a little naughty grin. "Like, what kind of stuff?"

"Travis!" I admonished him.

"Come on, Dad," he coaxed me, undaunted. "It's just porn. All guys watch it."

God, there was something so assured and open about my son's embrace of sexuality that had me opening up to him. "There are a couple of guys that I like," I said, naming two of the Only Fans models I'd seen Travis paired with: MusclePupXXX and MrCakes.

I could tell my son was glad I told him. A secret between us, and maybe a bond. "I know those guys," he smiled. "I can hook you up with one if you like."

"Jesus!" I swore. Then gaining my calm, I tried to respond with a quip, "In case you don't remember, I'm a married man."

He shrugged. "It's just sex. I mean, men are pigs right?"

I worried maybe my son was way too jaded and that doing porn hadn't helped him. A scary idea occured to me. "Trav... you're not hustling are you?" I'd been afraid to ask.

Travis sighed. "It's not like that, Dad," he said. I wish he'd come out and said "no." But I got some assurance out his reply. "I like doing porn and that's good enough for me. It helps me build my client base up, too."

"For real?" I asked. For some reason I hadn't thought there would be a benefit to doing those videos.

"Oh yeah," my son explained. "I get so much business from guys who want me as a trainer."

"What? Do you sleep with them?" Then I held my hands up. "You know what? That's none of my business."

"You really wanna know," Travis was challenging me. "I don't charge them for it, but yeah, if they're hot and there's chemistry, then I'll have sex with them. It's fun and I've met a lot of hot guys that way. They're happy, too." He paused and gauged my reaction. "You don't approve, do you?"

I sighed and shook my head. "It's me who's worried about you not approving," I said.

Travis seemed surprised. "For watching gay porn? Dad, that's like the most normal thing ever. Seriously."

Our conversation turned to more normal day-to-day stuff, but when I got back to my hotel, I was glad I'd cleared the air with Travis. I felt like he had a closer bond now.

***

My next trip was a few weeks later. I'd hoped to treat Travis to dinner, but I had a business engagement that kept me till late. I texted my son to see if he was up for meeting me for a drink somewhere. He said sure and I grabbed an Uber to meet him closer to his neighborhood.

He wasn't alone. As I walked into the place, I saw him sitting next to a guy. Shorter, compact muscle that showed through his tight T-shirt. Trimmed beard, cute as fuck. It was MusclePupXXX.

"Hey Dad, I brought my friend Mike along," he explained. I played it cool and shook the guy's hands. The dude's eyes were on me, lecherous but playful at the same time. I was annoyed at Travis but also feeling an ego boost that this stud friend of his would be into me.

The next fifteen minutes was excruciating though. Trying to have a conversation with my son and small talk with this stranger at the same time. Processing my conflicting emotions.

Finally, Mike excused himself to the restroom. Travis had a shit-eating grin.

"Trav, what the fuck?" I growled.

He seemed undaunted. "Come on, Dad. Mike thinks your hot. It's your fantasy on a silver plate. Bang a porn star. No strings, no worries."

"I can't," I complained.

"If you don't wanna, no skin off my back," he said. "Honest, Dad, I'm not trying to piss you off. Just thought you'd enjoy it."

Mike came back, interrupting our conversation. We'd finished the drink, when Travis said he had to go. "I have a 6AM client," he explained, getting up from the bar seat.

Mike looked over at me, trying to read what I was going to do.

"I think I may stay for another," I said, blushing the minute I said it.

Mike didn't miss a beat. "I will too. Later, bro?" he said to Travis, giving him a fist bump then getting up for a gay-dude hug and kiss.

The remainder of the evening went down pretty much as you'd expect. Heavy eye contact then me taking MusclePupXXX back to my hotel room, where I got a real porn star blow job before pulling him off and asking if I could fuck him.

This wasn't some DL Craigslist BJ. This was real, honest to god man-to-man sex, and it ws incredible. I pounded this muscle hunk in multiple positions and he was every bit the power bottom he was on screen. It occurred to me that he was getting the father of another guy who'd fucked him and that was a big part of the turn on for him. The idea got me off, too, and I nutted hard in his hole, collapsing onto his back as I caught my breath.

I thought I'd feel guilty after but that orgasm had put me in a good mood. We showered together, softly making out and exploring each other's soapy wet bodies.

"So, my son didn't pay you for that, did he?" I asked, not accusing in tone, more curious.

Mike grinned and reached down to cup my genitals. "Nah. You're hot, man. You're a good fuck too. You should hit me up next time you're in Chicago."

"So you live here," I said dumbly. For some reason I thought maybe Mike was just visiting from New York or LA.

"Best city on Earth," he nodded proudly. "And Midwestern guys are the hottest."

With that he turned around and backed his meaty ass against my now hard again dick. Yeah, round two sounded amazing.

***

The next time I visited, I fucked MusclePupXXX again. A quickie in the afternoon, before my work dinner. It felt naughty as hell.

He called me Daddy during sex, and I let a "son" or two slip out. That both worked us up big time, and it was clear my relation to Travis was in the back of our minds. It was still in the back of my mind when I met Travis later on for dinner. He didn't ask me about Mike and I wondered if he knew. But he had a knowing look about something.

Summer came, and the work travel slowed. I followed my son on OnlyFans as he went to Barcelona and Fire Island. He was bottoming more now, and he seemed to be with older men more. Daddy types. CornfedDaddy made a regular appearance when he was back in Chicago, and I half wondered if they were dating.

Travis was out of town the next time I went to Chicago for work, but MusclePup Mike was there. I had him over to my hotel after dinner and he stayed over the night. We went at it deep with the dad-son thing. I knew it was wrong, but I was SO turned on doing it. And it thrilled Mike, too. The more I was "Dad" for him the more eagerly he bounced on my cock.

"You're incredible," I said to him the next morning as I brought him a coffee from the hotel lobby. I'd gotten showered and dressed for my morning meeting.

Mike had buzzed-short hair and looked adorable first thing in the morning. "You're not getting feeling for me are you, Mr. Connors?" He'd taken to calling me by my last name. I let him.

I shook my head. "No. Just living out a midlife crisis, I suppose."

That made him break out in a goofy grin. Mike was short, 5'7" or so, and his compact build looked all bulked up with his brawn. "Well, lucky for you that midlife crises are my speciality," he grinned, leaning forward and unzipping my suit trousers.

I set down my coffee and felt the silky soft mouth go down on me. For all our time together, Mike had never sucked me to completion. He was going to now. I gently ran my fingers through his hair as he worked me more eagerly and got me to the finish line. I came hard down his throat and was grateful that that made bottoms as hot as MusclePup Mike.

"That gonna last you today, Daddy?" he asked with a lewd smile.

"It should," I replied, meeting him for a soft kiss and tasting my own cum on his lips.

***

Travis bought his condo. Lakeview, modern, amazing 1 bed room. He was proud and happy and clearly eager to show it off to me. The furnishing was still sparse and Travis talked a mile a minute about his plans for decorating the place and making it feel like home.

He walked me over to the window and described how his view was protected because of the park across the street. I patted his shoulder.

"It's an amazing place, son," I said. "You did well."

Travis kind of leaned into me some, and I saw a look in his eye. Gone was the confident assured porn star. There was my son, questioning me. I knew then that Mike had told him stuff. And I knew what was on Travis's mind.

"You know," I said. "I lied to you before. I've watched your videos. All of them."

That made my son smile. There was the confident sex machine coming to life. "Yeah, what did you think?" his voice had almost a gravely sound and I knew he was turned on.

"They were the hottest goddamn thing I've ever seen in my life," I hissed.

Our lips met. Soft at first, then hard charging. We'd built up too much lust to take it easy. Travis's hands were unbuttoning my dress shirt and I was tugging at the hem of hit T.

"Fuck... we gonna do this, Dad?" he growled with lust.

"If we don't I'll have the worst blue balls in the world," I replied.

This was so wrong, and that forbidden nature fueled our excitement. We stepped back and stripped for each other. Then Travis took my hand and led me to his bedroom.

"You're gonna be the first guy to fuck me here," he said naughtily. Our naked bodies clung to one another on the bed, father cock against son cock, as we made out. Travis scooted from my grip and fumbled for some lube. I equally fumbled prepping myself and getting in place. The fuck was rushed, too rushed. I came within a minute of entry and my son didn't seem to do better.

But we lay on the bed side by side, holding hands and grinning at each other. Cocks still hard. My first load inside my son, his streaming and liquefying on his chest.

"I can't believe I just fucked JakeTheJock," I joked, and Travis laughed.

"Would you ever consider doing that on camera?" he asked.

That shocked me, but Travis added, "You could wear a mask, no one would know it was you, Dad. Think about it. It would be hot as fuck."

I would think about it. That was the crazy thing. My son had a way of upending my world.

But for now, I didn't want any cameras or onlookers. I just wanted it to be me and Trav. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand. Then he climbed on top of my naked body and kissed me deeply as he bucked his slick ass against my boner. My hands possessively felt up his gym-perfected body and decided I was going to get in real shape myself.

For now, Travis seemed into me, into my dad bod, into fucking around with his actual father. I felt him shift angle and my rigid shaft entered a now more pliable, open hole as my son sank down on me.

I had an hour before I had to go get ready for my meeting, and I was going to make the most of it.

[rainystrangerthingsimagines]

OK so I was just scrolling in eddie munson x reader and I found your account and damn- I think you are gonna turn in to my favorite st writer. so I saw you want request and I'm hereeee. so I saw so many eddie and hopper!reader that they caught making out but like can you do a fluffy one. Like hopper!reader and eddie are on hopper's house and baking cake and just the cute things couple do while baking and hopper and kids ( will and mike and el and dustin and max and lucas and maby even steve?) want to go in house and they saw Eddie's shoes and they are like oh no they are making out and hopper is gonna kill them but they go inside and they just saw them baking so sweet and just begin soft for them. I'm sorry if I write it so bad. thank you darling 3/>

Awww this is so cute!

Eddie Munson. That cocky little shit. Hopper hated him. Not as much as maybe hating Mike but it was damn near close. Eddie was this bad boy in Hopper's eyes. He knew he was a pothead considering he had busted his friends multiple times. You however were smitten with the boy. It was kind of hilarious to so many people on how the police chief's oldest daughter was dating the local pothead.

You loved Eddie more than anything else in this world. How you two started dating was so damn cute, the boys almost didn't believe the story until they realized they witnessed most of the story play out without them realizing. You had been showing El around school, you and Mike hoping that if she just stuck with you, it'd be easier to navigate. However, the second El got the chance, she ran off with Mike's group. You weren't pissed off, it gave you plenty of time to study anways so you just went with it.

But then El started talking about this amazing older sister she had. She went on and on to this group on how amazing she was. Eddie needed to know just who you were. So he walked you and El home.

"So you're the amazing older sister I've been hearing so much about?" Eddie asked, walking next to you. "Yep" you nodded. "Not much of a talker?" He asked. "Well uh... I'm confused on why you're helping us in the first place?" You asked. "To meet you. El's been talking your ass up since she joined Hellfire" he said. "Has she?" You asked, looking over with an amused smile. "Yeah. Well, and the Max kid swears up and down that you're the second coming of Christ or something and considering that Max hates everyone, I had to see this greatness for myself" he declared. You smiled at him, and that's when it first hit him.

That smile. He wanted to see it more often. So at lunch, he asked you to sit with the club. Because you were interested in learning more about Eddie, you did. Things didn't really change until one Friday when it was raining. El was with Max, leaving you to walk home alone. You walked for a while but the storm got bad, you having to stop and wait. Luckily for you, you knew one person that lived near the area.

There you stood, shaking from the coldness of the water at Eddie Munson's doorstep. What would normally be a hard boiled response of "What do you want" was turned into concern "jesus Y/n- you were out in that!?" He asked, pulling you inside. "Well, Dad had something going on and El is with Max and my car is still in the shop so... yeah. I was in fact out in the rain." You said. "Here, take off your jacket- you like cocoa? I'll make cocoa." He said. You smiled slightly as he helped you with your jacket.

The jacket seemed to be useless considering your clothes were soaked anyway but you planned on sucking it up. However, there was a change in plans for Eddie. You sneezed, pulling back your hair. He noticed it and REFUSED to let you get sick so he ran to his room, grabbing shorts and a t-shirt. "Hey, I didn't want you to die from a cold so I brought you clothes." He said. You looked up from the couch and his heart pounded in his ears looking at that face.

"Thanks Eddie" you said with that smile. That sweet smile that he loved so much. So you changed, coming out of the bathroom in a AC/DC shirt. He stared at you, finding this to be absolutely adorable. He handed you the mug of cocoa and you sipped it, smiling slightly at its sweet flavor. "I can feel you watching me, Ed" you said. He swallowed. "Sorry- sorry." He said. You looked at him. "Why do you do that?" You asked. "What?" He asked. "You watch me, why?" You asked. "Uh... So listen uh" he scratched the back of his neck. "I might... like you. Like uhm... like you in a romantic way. But if that grosses you out then no I do not." He said. You blinked.

This had never happened before. Most people kept the Police Chief's daughter at an arms length but Eddie knew who you were but didn't seem to care. "We will pretend like this never happen-" you kissed him, him setting down his mug. It took a good moment for either of you to pull away but you did, looking in his eyes. "Was that okay?" You asked. "That was perfect." He chuckled.

So from then on, Eddie walked you and El home everyday. Hopper was not thrilled. At all. You were the one daughter that didn't date, suddenly that was changing.

Hopper sat on a bucket as Joyce put things away. "I just don't get it- she never showed an interest in boys before!" He whined. "Hop, come on." Joyce laughed. "What?" Hopper asked. "She's probably always had an interest, but Eddie might just be her first boyfriend " Joyce said. "BUT WHY!? Why Eddie?" He asked. "Well, you'd have to ask her that!" Joyce laughed. "I thought I only had to deal with El with a boyfriend, now Y/n is dating Eddie!? Seriously!?" He whined. Joyce sighed. "Will and Jonathan both say he's a nice boy." She said. "He isn't!" Hopper declared. "And why's that?" Joyce asked. "BECAUSE HE'S DATING MY DAUGHTER!"

You weren't clueless to Hopper not liking Eddie. Course that was mainly because he did catch the two of you making out, quite a few times. Hopper hated Eddie though, way before that. The second he laid eyes on the boy, he just seemed to dislike him. Eddie was of course, terrified. However, he kept coming around you because that boy LOVED you.

"Explain to me again why WE have to do this?" Eddie asked. "Because apparently Nancy underestimated how much baking for a bake sale that this requires." You said, walking in with grocery bags. "Yes but what if your dad comes home?" Eddie asked. "It's not like he's walking in on us doing something weird, we're baking Ed." You snorted at the subtle fear he displayed. "What is he even doing?" He asked. "He's bonding with El." You shrugged. "Oh" "and Mike." You added. "Oh, so that poor bastard is dealing with him instead." Eddie said making you laugh.

You both started baking, Eddie occasionally looking over at you. "What?" You asked, noticing him stare. He smudged cookie dough on your cheek making you laugh. "You little shit!" You laughed, swiping his nose with it. He looked at you and you looked at him. "THIS IS WAAARRR!" He said, watching as you backed away. He charged at you with the cookie dough, you launching a small bit of flour in his face. He froze, you laughing hard. He smiled, pulling you into a hug from behind and you giggled as he kissed your cheek, the door opening in the living room. You wriggled from him, occasionally getting him with flour.

Hopper walked in, El, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Robin and Steve all trailing behind him. "Thanks for letting us hang out here." Dustin said. "Yeah yeah I know-" he heard a squeal followed by laughing. "I cannot believe you suck this badly at baking!" You laughed, Hopper raising a brow. He looked over where you typically took off your shoes and saw it. Eddie's shoes. Hopper frowned. "Dad, no" El tried to stop him.

He entered the kitchen, prepared to yell but he saw you, sitting at the counter with a smile, eating cookie dough as Eddie put the cookies in the oven. "I feel like we've got a good system going. You make the batter and I-" "Eat most of it?" You teased. He chuckled before jumping, noticing Hopper.

Suddenly, Hopper wasn't angry anymore. Seeing you with that smile, seeing you happy, it was more important than his illogical hatred for Eddie. You looked over. "Hey dad, welcome home." You greeted. "....Why are you baking?" He asked. "SHE JUST NEEDED HELP I SWEAR!" Eddie squeaked out. "Eddie, calm down. Nancy apparently signed up to bake for a bake sale to help the paper, she underestimated how many cookies they needed so she called us." You said.

Hopper looked at Eddie and then you. "...Make sure you clean up afterwards. Oh and your friends are here. Robin and that Steve guy." He said. You chuckled, seeing Robin walk in. "Wassup!" She said making you smile. "Ooh cookies-" you smacked Steve's hand. "Touch the cookies and I kill you" you said. He stared at you and then Eddie. "I keep sneaking them." Eddie said, earning a "ohhh" from Steve.

"Eddie." Hopper said, making him jump. "Uh... Ye-yes sir?" He asked. "Are you staying for dinner?" Hopper asked. You rose a brow, looking at Eddie and then your dad. "Is that allowed?" You asked. "Yep. Just uh... getting a head count. Have fun" hopper said leaving. "...holy shit." Eddie gaped. "Well that was nice-" "Babe I think he's going to kill me!" Eddie said.

You snorted, as did Robin. "Why would he-" "Uhm, hello? Dating his daughter? He's going to kill me- oh god they're never going to find my body" Eddie said making you laugh. "Baby, maybe, just maybe. You should talk to him." You said. "Me?" Eddie asked. "Yes." You nodded. "Talk to your dad?" He asked. "Yes." You nodded. "Alone?" He asked. "Yes, Eddie. Alone." You said. He looked at you. "...So are you two in on the murder together?" "Oh my god."

However he did take your advice seriously, going to Hopper at the end of the night when he was doing dishes. "Uh, Mr.... Mr. Hopper?" Eddie asked. Hopper turned, the natural disdain for Eddie falling on his face. "I-I was wondering if-if we could uh-" "Sit." Hopper said, motioning to the stool. Eddie sat down. "I don't like you." Hopper said. "....Well I kinda got that." Eddie said. "I don't have to like you." Hopper said. "I understand-" "But Y/n loves you. You make her happy so I will TRY to get along with you." Hopper said. "Yes sir" seemed to be the only thing Eddie could say before Hopper grabbed his shirt, yanking him forward. "However." He began. "If you ever hurt my daughter, I will kill you. There is no question. Am I understood?" He asked. "...Yes sir" Eddie squeaked out. "Good. Do you need a ride home?" Hopper asked. "No sir." Eddie said. "Okay. Get out." Hopper said, letting go of his shirt.

Eddie nearly knocked over the stool sprinting out of the kitchen. He gave you quick kiss goodnight before bolting out the door. You knew that Hopper was the only man who made him that skittish. You walked into the kitchen. "Dad, what did you say to Eddie?" You asked. "What?" Hopper asked. "He seemed weird and scared when he left, what did you say?" You asked. "I didn't say anything, if anything I was trying to bury the hatchet." Hopper said. "...Uh huh, what did you say?" You asked.

Hopper sighed. "I said that I didn't have to like him but I'd try to get along with him because you loved him." He said. "And then?" You asked. "Why do you assume-" "Because there's always a 'and then?' With you." You said. "...And then I said if he hurt you I'd kill him." He added. "Aha! I knew it!" You said. "It's literally my job as your dad to tell him that!" Hopper defended. "Dad, Eddie is so afraid of you that when you were nice to him, he legit thought that he was going to be murdered." You said. "...I strongly considered it." He said.

You sighed. "Does he make you happy?" Hopper asked. "...Yes dad, he makes me very happy." You said. "Then it's fine." Hopper said. You smiled slightly. "But he will die if he hurts you" Hopper said. "Oh please, I'd hand you the shovel." You said, walking out the kitchen.

[rowanaelinn]

Safe Place

rowaelin month day four : librairies @rowaelinscourt

warning: not descriptive nsfw content

Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius could be described as a calm male. Out of all his companions, he probably was the one with the most self-control and he thanked the Gods for it every time one of his friends said something stupid.

However, it didn’t apply when his wife was concerned. Around Aelin, Rowan’s self-control seemed to vanish. She had the ability to get him angry, to become a blushing mess or a soft idiot with just one sentence. There was no control around his mate and it was one of the reasons he loved her.

But when he woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, Rowan lost the little human part he had in himself. Rowan lost all control the moment he smelled a lingering scent of fear. Her fear.

Has she been taken again?

Has it all been a dream? Had he not got her back?

In a second, Rowan was standing, knives at the ready around his waist. He would fight to get her back if he had to. Not having Aelin by his side made him feel like all the air in the world was gone.

Rowan wanted to yell at himself for falling asleep, he should have protected her.

In all the times her Fireheart was in danger, Rowan was never there to protect her. What a poor excuse of a husband and mate he was. He still didn't know why his queen was keeping him and hadn't already thrown him out. He was useless. Completely useless.

He kept complaining because of the royal duties, kept saying he liked being a prince just fine because it didn’t bring him any mess. His only role as King Consort, mate, and husband was to protect Aelin and he had shown the world how bad he was at it. Multiple times.

She wasn’t okay, he could feel her sadness from her side of the bond. Rowan felt like a prick for being relieved at the feeling of her emotions just because it meant she was still alive and not in a damn iron coffin that blocked every chance for them to communicate.

First, he came out of the royal apartments, following Aelin’s faint scent. She had become so damn good at hiding herself with her magic, a trick Fenrys taught all of them. It was a useful skill to have, Rowan was relieved most of the time no one could track her with her scent but he wasn’t tonight. Not when he needed to see her.

Thankfully with Aelin’s condition lately, her scent was stronger which meant she couldn’t cover up all of it. He refused to imagine she had been taken away until he had searched the entire castle twice. She had to be here, somewhere.

He went first to the kitchen, hoping to find her behind the counter, a plate with chocolate cake in front of her. She would look up, fork still in mouth and she would smile guiltily at him. She would apologize, saying she was always so hungry lately and he would shake it off, taking another fork and join her even if he hated cake. Just to show her she wasn’t alone.

But when he opened the door, the kitchen was empty, making Rowan’s heart clench.

Next, he went to the throne room, hoping to find her sitting on her throne, a sad smile on her face she would try to conceal with a smirk. He would ask her what she was doing here and she would tell him she needed to be alone and to feel in power, and what better than her throne to make her feel powerful? But this room was empty too, and Rowan’s heart crushed a little further.

Maybe she was in the inside cemetery, kneeling between both her parent’s graves. She would look up at him and wouldn’t try to hide her tears. She would have a smile on her face, telling him she needed to feel close to them. To be between the two of them without waking up with blood everywhere. Rowan would nod and sit behind her, letting her rest her back on his chest and he would let her cry bringing her all the comfort she needed. But she wasn’t here, and Rowan didn’t know where to look for her now.

If they were in Rifthold, he would probably think she was speaking to either Sam or Nehemia, telling both of them everything about what happened in their court since the last time she spoke to them.

But they weren’t in Adarlan so it left only one place where she could be. His walk to the library was slow, slower than he wished. He could just shift and fly instead of taking all the stairs but if she was there she would make fun of him for it, she had enough to tease him already.

When he arrived at the library, as always, he was dazzled by the splendor of the room. The last time the librarians counted, Aelin and Rowan owned three hundred thousand books and that was a decade ago, just after the construction work was finished.

Aelin had cried and laughed and smiled for hours when she first saw it, walking through all the sections to see every book, then made love to Rowan on the floor, more tenderly than they were both used to, to thank him.

As if seized by a frenzy, Rowan walked like a mad man through the library to find her. He regretted giving her something so big, having to look at every fucking row. There were so many places to hide.

After what seemed like hours, Roan saw familiar blonde hair. He let a sob come out in relief. She wasn't gone. There was no Valg Queen that had pulled her away from Rowan, no, his Fireheart was just sitting on a couch that looked very comfortable, six pillows behind her back.

"Rowan?" She asked, raising her eyes full of concern. "Is everything okay?" Her eyebrows were furrowed.

Instead of answering, he rushed to her side, falling onto her lap to be on the same level as her and scanning her entire body to make sure she was okay and truly in front of him.

His eyes fell on a small scar on her right knee, a scar she had made during one of their training sessions. He remembered kissing the mark every night for weeks when he noticed it after enjoying his wife's goddess body. He hadn't noticed that she was injured during their workout and he felt terrible about it.

Aelin kept telling him he was fussing, but he knew deep down she liked it. She loved to be cherished and protected. He dropped his head to her lap, unable to fight a sob. She put her book aside, sitting straighter and one of her hands found her way in his hair. Rowan hated himself for the tears streaming down his face as he looked up at her, he hated himself even more for the look of agony on his mate’s face.

“Speak to me, please.” She begged him, her hand still playing in his hair.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice even and strong but he couldn’t. “I thought you were gone.” He breathed deeply, trying to calm down and focusing on where he touched her, his hands and arms on her legs. “I woke up to an empty bed and your fearful scent and I panicked.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Rowan.”

“You weren’t supposed to go anywhere either last time but you still did.” He hated the poisonous words the moment they felt his mouth but his mate didn’t seem hurt, knowing anger was his way to cope.  “I’m sorry,” He hid his face on her leg, not wanting to see her hurt face.

“Don’t be,” Was the only thing she said as she kept stroking his hair. She was too good to him, she had always been. She had known so much pain her entire life but she was still an amazing person, Rowan didn’t know how much strength it must take her. The Gods knew Rowan lacked that particular strength when the time had come, he had turned into the worst version of himself. He admired his Fireheart.

After a moment, Rowan looked back at her and she smiled, his entire world brightened at this. She was okay, she was right here with him. She was safe.

“How are you?” He asked, feeling selfish for crying when she was the one who had a nightmare.

“We’re both okay, Rowan.” She reassured him as her free hand came to rest on her slightly rounded belly. Rowan’s heart swelled at the sight, he still couldn’t believe it. After years, decades, of trying Azlin was pregnant. She had been glowing for the past four months, even if she said otherwise.

“Is she still kicking?” He asked, one of his hands joining Aelin’s.

“Your son is restless, I hope you slept enough in your life because he’s not going to let us sleep much once he’s here.”

Both Aelin and him had a divergence of opinion on their baby’s sex. Aelin was sure it was a boy, whereas Rowan believed it was a girl. A girl had been their oldest in the vision he had for months when Aelin was gone. It had been too realistic to be a dream, had felt too real.

Yrene knew and had asked them if they wanted to know, but both of them agreed they wanted to keep it secret. They had too many surprises in their lives and none of them had been good, but this one would be. No more surprises unless it’s a good one.

“She’ll be worth every sleepless night.” His lips turned into a smile at the idea of a little Aelin and Rowan.

Aelin snorted. “Wait until you have to change diapers.”

At that, Rowan laughed, soon followed by Aelin. When he saw a hint of sadness in her eyes, his smile faded. “What did you dream of?” He asked, needing to know why his wife had left their room after a nightmare instead of waking him up.

She lost her smile too, her body tenser than moments ago. “Nothing important.”

“Please, tell me.”

She took a deep breath and some time to answer. Rowan didn’t mind, he’d give her eternity if she needed as long as he knew what troubled his wife. He got up, lifted Aelin's legs so he could sit next to her, and then rested her legs on his while he caressed her thighs in comfort. “I was you.”

“With Maeve?”

She shook her head making his confusion grow. She had already told him about nightmares of him being taken on that beach, of him being whipped and tortured for months. He had held her as she cried, as she told him the pain of losing him would have been so much more than the pain she experienced all these months away from him.

“In Arobynn’s cave.” She whispered as tears pooled in her eyes. He wouldn’t take her in his arms, he would wait for her to do it first, no need to overwhelm her. “With your eyes missing, whole body destroyed and a cold body.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Fireheart…”

“Have you ever dreamed of me like that?” She asked and he knew she didn’t mean just dreams of her, dead.

“I did.” He admitted, his heart beating faster at the thought of it. “First in Wendlyn, when you left for Rifthold. Every time I closed my eyes I lived the day I found Lyria over and over again. But it wasn’t her small body that I saw, it was yours. It haunted me for months.” He took a deep breath, controlling his emotions. Aelin was crying, she didn’t need someone else to become a wreck. “Then when you told me you were pregnant, it started again.”

It happened more than he wanted to admit. He knew it wouldn’t happen, it was impossible, but he still could see her dead body in front of his destroyed mountain home.

Aelin didn’t say anything but she straddled him, his hands finding her waist as her fingers slipped through his hair. Her forehead came to rest on his as they both closed their eyes, enjoying each other’s company. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

His hand stroked her back, his fingers drawing the lines of his tattoo he knew by heart now. Every part of her body was written in his mind. “You were sleeping so peacefully, I know it’s rare lately.” Her warm hand cupped his cheek and he sighed in her embrace. “Whenever I don’t feel okay and you’re not around, I come here.”

“The library?”

“Or the theater if I feel like walking.” Which wasn’t a lot lately, his wife’s pregnancy was taking her so much energy they didn’t go to the theater in months. She was always so tired or in pain, he knew she missed it. “Whenever I’m here, I feel so close to you, as if part of your soul was here between these walls.”

His heart clenched at it, he lifted up his head, his lips settled gently on hers. He kissed her languidly, generously, putting as much love and passion as he could. He loved her so much he felt like dying. He would die without her.

Slowly, she began to unbutton his shirt, her tongue continuing to play with Rowan's. The kiss turned from passionate to needy. He needed the reassurance she was here, she was with him, and his mate knew it.

In a matter of moments, Rowan was shirtless and had pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing her naked body. Aelin had gained weight in the years since the war, her body that had once been too thin was now full. She had had a hard time adjusting, she had been starving most of her life. Even during her years with Arobynn, she was always under a strict diet to stay the best. She had never been in a stable enough place for her to thrive.

So when her flat stomach rounded out, thighs grew and cheeks filled out, it was a shock. Rowan had been there to worship her body day and night, reminding her that she was just living, and seeing her happy was the most beautiful thing Rowan had ever seen.

One of Rowan’s hands was teasing Aelin’s sensitive nipple, tearing little cries out of her perfect, delicate, lips. Her hands undid his buckle quickly as Rowan lifted his hips to slide his pants and underwear down, freeing his hard member.

Aelin didn’t waste time before taking him, her hand around him applying just the right amount of pressure. His hand slipped between her legs, directly finding her wet and warm entrance. They moaned together as Aelin’s hand movement quickened and Rowan plunged two fingers in her warmth, hitting that spot inside of her that made her scream every time.

As good as it was, Rowan craved something else, so when he groaned Aelin understood. He pulled out his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste her. No matter how many years had passed since the first time, Rowan kept being surprised at how good she tasted. He moaned around his fingers as Aelin teased her entrance with his erection before sinking down, making both of their heads drop back.

Being inside of her had always felt so good, had always felt so right, as if he had been born just to do this. Her belly prevented their chests from touching but Rowan didn’t mind as he ran his hands on every inch of her skin as she started moving.

Aelin kept bouncing slowly on top of him, taking her time as she chased her pleasure, and once again Rowan realized how much he loved her. His Fireheart, his mate, his wife, and his best friend.

He loved her so damn much and he told her so, repeated it over and over again as they both fell over the edge, gripping the other’s skin as they reached the peak of pleasure.

They were both breathless as he lifted her up, pulling out of her and he used his shirt to clean her up. He didn’t want to get dressed not yet, anyway. He lied on his side, tucking his Fireheart next to him. That way, every inch of his front could touch her back. One of his hands came to rest on her belly as he took her book, opening it to where she had left a bookmark.

“What are you doing?” She asked him, her voice sleepy. He used his magic to extinguish most of the candles in the bookstore, leaving only the ones behind him lit to give him some light. "Shhh." He said softly into her ear, moving slightly to be more comfortable, and pulled her even closer to him. "You don't have to come back to reality now."  He told her then began to read her book aloud.

He couldn’t see her but deep down, he left her smile as she put her hand against his, both of them holding their baby as they hugged each other.

Aelin fell asleep quickly but Rowan didn’t stop reading, even if after many hours his voice became hoarse and his throat hurt. But if his Fireheart heard him maybe she would know he was still here, even in her sleep.

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[jedijesi]

Luminary Love

Prince!Din Djarin x F!Princess!Reader

🤍Masterlist🤍

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut (F receiving, PiV, Breeding kink)

Summary: Tonight is your (unwanted) wedding to the soon-to-be King of Mandalore, but is there more to him than meets the eye?

Word Count: 3,100+

A/N: I’ve had this idea for several days now and I just needed to write it. Don’t worry tho bc the next ch. of biblichor will b out soon. Enjoy some Din content!🤍

All night long, you received congratulations and cheers. Thousands, billions of people would kill to be in your position, but you dreaded this more than anything. You never wanted to marry the soon-to-be king of Mandalore, but the Royal administration never gave you an option. Throughout the fantastical wedding, you repeatedly reminded yourself it was for your people - they are the ones who will prosper from this. Thankfully, his creed forbade him from removing his helmet in front of others, therefore you weren’t allowed to kiss him. The only time you had to touch him during the ceremony was when you held hands. Even then, his mastiff-leather gloves create a barrier from any real contact.

After the ceremony, you avoided your new husband as best you could. When it was time to put on a show, you had forced yourself to put on the royal smile you had been practicing. When eating, you sat as far away as possible from him but not far enough to worry the royal administrations that watched you two tentatively. The times you were called to waltz, you performed what you had been learning for months but never made eye contact with him. After a few dances, the royals watching had joined in and forgotten about you, giving you the perfect chance to escape.

You spent your time talking with other royalty, expressing your worries and concerns to Princess Mary of Ryloth. Unlike you, she was happily married, but it was her 3rd time. The first two suitors weren’t ‘good enough’ for her, so she became the royal’s biggest scandal and ignored her administration to marry for love. Luckily her experience with terrible lovers led to wonderful tips and tricks that she gladly gave you for your wedding night. You knew she was telling you these things to help, but in reality, it only made you feel worse about your new life.

“Djarin, my oldest friend, how are you enjoying your wedding?” General Paz said with a heavy pat to Din’s pauldron.

“It’s… grand.” Din sounded unconvinced by his own words.

“Grand? Is that all you have to say?”

“Well, everything appears wonderful, but my wife won’t speak nor look at me.”

“Have you attempted to talk to her?”

“Of course!” Din and Paz turn to watch you talk to Princess Mary. “She never responds, though.”

The uncomfortable feeling of Din’s stare props you to turn around. The blue and silver beskar statues jump when you catch them and quickly turn back to avoid any further embarrassment.

“I haven’t seen her in years, but she has grown to be quite beautiful, you must admit.” Paz shrugs.

“I know, it’s one of the many reasons I married her. I just… wish she’d give me a chance.”

“Well, she better. I overheard that the administration is already seething that you two haven’t gone back to your honeymoon suite.”

Din rolls his eyes under his helmet. “I don’t care about them. They shouldn’t have a say in my marriage.”

“Good luck arguing that. You know they expect an heir to be conceived tonight.”

“I already have Grogu. Is he not enough?”

“Nothing is enough for them, my friend.” Paz pats Din’s back reassuringly. “Just be kind to the poor girl. I’m sure she isn’t pleased with all of this.” He gestures to the grand chandeliers and dramatic towers of cake and food.

Din sighs as he fiddles with the edge of his cape. “Alright. I should probably go fetch her before the Administration creates any more drama.”

“Good luck, your majesty.” Paz bows as Din walks your way.

Din let’s go of his cape before wiping his armor of any lingering bits of dust and dirt, wanting to be as presentable as possible for you. When Din arrives behind you, he clears his throat and bows.

“My Princess, it is time for us to leave for the Honeymoon Suite.”

Without a word, you give him a nod and take his arm. The guests cheer and whisper as you and your husband make your way out of the ballroom. You could hear Royal Administers whisper their concerns regarding your fertility or your performance in bed. It was dehumanizing, to say the least. You fought for justice and equality on Naboo, but this was not the way on Mandalore. Your new role would be diminished to a supporting queen who would raise the future heirs. Meanwhile, the other women of Mandalore were busy serving valiantly in wars. This was the way. Mandalore was born out of extremists, and you had to embrace the consequences.

Din hated the whispers. If he were king, he would have lashed out long ago, but the coronation isn’t for another few days. You didn’t deserve to be treated as an object. Din saw you to be the goddess that would help lead his people into prosperity and the gorgeous woman who may one day graciously birth his children. Such slander against someone so perfect made Din rage under his helmet. A few more days. Din would remind himself.

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The Suite reflected Mandalore: grand and majestic. Silver swirls of beskar outlined the stained glass windows that watched over Mandalore. The bed was larger than any other you had seen before. It looked cozy; a complete contrast to the large and uncomfortable dress you’ve been wearing all day. You walked over to touch the silk-like blankets and sighed at its softness.

Din watched you with interest - mesmerized by the way the roaring fireplace creates a golden glow on your features. “Wife?”

“Hmm?”

“Why don’t you look at me?” The flicker of sadness in his voice took you by surprise. You weren’t sure if Mandalorians could feel emotions underneath the layers of cold beskar. “Do I… scare you?”

You turn to look at him, your nerves shining through by the twiddling of your thumbs. “I… I don't know.”

“What is wrong, my dear princess? I want to fix this. I don't want to start our marriage off on the wrong foot.” You sit down on the luxurious bed, your eyes now watching as you fiddle with your dress. Din walks towards you, taking a knee to be at eye level with you. “I understand this isn't what you wanted. I heard whispers that it took the maids an hour to get you off your ship. That you fought off any guard that laid a hand on you.” Din chuckled at the image he had created in his head. “But then the fighting stopped… why?” You couldn't find it within yourself to respond. “Won’t you please entertain my curiosity?”

You sighed and looked up into the dark visor. “I realized I was being selfish. I had forgotten that marriage among the royals was for the people… not for love.”

“You do not love me?”

“We barely know each other, your majesty.”

“What are you speaking of? We used to be best friends.”

You scoffed at Din. “We were children, your majesty. You were just a servant boy in the palace back then, but times have changed, haven't they, your majesty.”

“Please refrain from calling me ‘your majesty.’ I thought we were beyond that.” Din groaned, annoyed by the ridiculous title.

“Din, you're to become the Mandalore - the king - in a few days' time. I understand the rules - I understand why you had to marry me.”

“What? So that I could officially hold the title as king? I don't care about a stupid title - the administration does.”

“Then why marry me? There are millions of royals lined up to marry the Mandalore, but why choose me, Din? Why?” You started getting hysterical at it all. Your life's work had come to a halt just so that Din could be crowned king. It was disgusting and unfair.

“As an orphan-servant boy, the days your family visited were the best days of my life. Your parents always treated me like their own - the complete opposite of how the Kryze family did. I meant it when I said you were my best friend. You were the only person who could beat Paz and me in a fight. The only person who would sneak out of the palace to play in the garden at night with me. When your parents… passed and you stopped visiting me… It crushed me. I never stopped thinking about you, my princess.”

You could hear the build-up of tears in Din’s throat, but he wasn't the only one. You too had tears in your eyes, remembering the once pure and innocent life you had. You bring your hand up to din's helmet, holding where his cheek would be.

“Do you remember that last night?”

“Of course I do. It was a cold night in the rose garden. I gave you my coat since you had insisted you didn't need your shall.” Din smiled and chuckled at the memory.

“I... I never saw your lips, but I had never felt such pure joy than the moment they molded against mine.”

Din leans his head forward to rest your foreheads together. Underneath, he continued to beam. It had been so long since he had felt such love - such love that could only be created by you.

“My princess, I never stopped loving you. Even as we grew up and apart, I would watch the holovids that spoke about you, and all the wonderful things you were doing for your people. It was the only thing that kept me going through those torturous years apart from you. I love you.”

Din’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your head in the crook of his neck. “I love you too, Din.”

“My wife?”

“Yes, my husband?”

“Will you take this ridiculous helmet off of me so that I may kiss you and make love to you?”

Your glowing smile melts Din’s heart. Your hand reaches up to slowly slide off the silver beskar helmet that covered those features you dreamt of. An audible gasp escapes past your lips when Din’s lips appear. It took everything in you to not pounce on him and cover him in kisses, but you maintain your composure. His nose was strong and beautiful, and his cheeks… oh, how you wanted to leave lipstick stains on them. Then were his perfect eyes. Those chocolate eyes that expressed an amount of love you'd never completely fathom in your life.

“You're stunning, Din.” Din’s heart flutters at your words. The only compliment he's ever received was about his combat skills and valor. He's never been complimented on his looks before.

“I’d never compare to my gorgeous wife.”

Din takes your face into his palms and slowly pulls you in for a kiss. The moment your lips touch, you feel fireworks exploding all around you. The glowing lights flash behind your eyelids as you mold your lips together. The tickle of his mustache causes you to giggle into the kiss, which Din finds to be enchanting. One of Din's hands leaves your face to grip your torso, massaging and kneading your skin.

“I love you.” He murmurs into the kiss. “I love you more than the moons and stars.”

As the kisses become more intense, so does your lust for one another. Din’s hands undo the strings of your wedding dress as you shed his armor off - lips never leaving each other. Once you two were completely naked, Din had you crawl to the center of the bed.

“Now, lay back, my love. I want to show you how much I love and miss you.” You follow his instructions and rest your head on the large cloud-like pillows.

Din crawls between your legs, taking one into his hand. Starting from your ankle, he works his way down, leaving a trail of sloppy yet delicate kisses. He takes his time at your inner thigh, sucking and licking at your skin to make you emit whimpers.

“D-Din, please don't tease me.”

“Hush, now. Let me take my time loving you.” And he does. He spends his time worshiping your body - kissing and sucking the skin around your lips while his hand massages your breasts. Suddenly, Din dives into your sopping wet cunt, immediately sucking and licking your swollen clit. You let out a loud gasp followed by a moan, making Din’s cock bounce up in excitement.

Your noises sound like music - the most angelic music he's ever heard in his life. Each moan and whimper you let out only addicted him more. Din wraps his hands around your waist and sits back, lifting your hips from the bed and to his mouth. You grip the blankets with a scream as Din explores further into your pussy. The animalistic grunts and growls he lets out only make you wetter.

“Come on, Princess. Cum. Cum all over my face. I need it.” And just like that, you let out a scream as you convulse around his tongue. Din slowly lowers you back onto the bed as he licks up your dripping cum. “You're sweeter than a meiloorun, darling. I've never tasted anything so divine. I’d love to stay between your legs forever and drink your cum until the day I die, but I wanna put a baby in you too badly to do so.” You let out a whimper at his filthy words. “Can I, darling? Will you let me fuck a baby into you?”

“Wait, we're not done?” You ask through pants.

“Not done? We’ll be done when the sun wakes up. Even then, I'm not sure if we'll ever be done. Why?”

“The other princesses said it would only be a minute of discomfort, and it’ll be over.

Din tsks and shakes his head, pressing a few kisses to your clit. “Oh, my darling. I'm not like those other royals. I care about my wife’s pleasure, and you…” Din presses more kisses to your overstimulated heat. “Are nowhere near done with your, please. So, I'll ask you again. Are you ready for me to fuck a baby into you with my thick, hard cock?”

“Stars, yes! Please, Din!” You hated how completely and utterly desperate you sounded, but you were completely and utterly desperate for Din to fuck you.

Din crawls up to meet your half-lidded eyes, drooping with lust. He places soft kisses on your cheeks before pressing one to your lips. “Are you ready for me, Princess?”

“Yes, my husband.”

Din grabs his cock, lining it up with your entrance. With a loud moan, he enters your sopping wet pussy.

“Oh, you're so wet! Ungh… Stars, you're so tight too!” Din’s thrusts speed up to a steady pace, your moans echoing through the room along with the lewd, wet sounds of your bodies pounding together. “From this day forward, y-your. Pussy. Belongs. To. Me.” Din emphasizes his words with his cock hitting against your g-spot.

“O-Only i-if your cock b-belongs - Oh yes, Din - To me.”

Din chuckles through his labored breaths. “Of course, my love. My cock is forever yours to do what you please with. I don't care what time- ugnh- or what p-place. It's yours.” You lean up to capture din’s parted lips, swallowing his beautiful moans. The knot in your stomach starts to tighten. Desperate for your release, you buck your hips back into Din. “Yes, take my cock. It's yours. All yours.” Din takes your legs, pushing them to your chest. Both of you let out a series of loud moans at the deeper feeling.

“Oh, Din! I'm going to cum if you keep doing that!”

“Ugh, I can see the galaxy when I'm inside you! Can you feel that, my love?”

“Yes, I-I can feel your throbbing cock!” You throw your head back at the euphoric feeling. Your exposed neck allows Din to swoop down and suck marks onto it.

“Th-That's me, claiming what's mine. You're all mine, my princess.” Din’s thrusts speed up, desperate and ready for you to cum. Each thrust was accompanied by a loud grunt that made you clench even tighter. “I'm gonna cum. I'm going to give you a baby - our baby. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Din! I love y-you!” You scream out a slew of ‘i love yous’ and clench tightly around Din’s swollen cock. Your orgasm and words of love cause Din to cum, sending spurts of his cum into your womb, where your future child would soon grow.

Din collapses on you which you gladly accept. You wrap your arms around his neck and place kisses on the crown of his head. Both of you stay like that for a while, basking in pure love. Once your breaths are back to normal, Din slowly pulls out of you to lay on the bed beside you. He pulls you closer to him so that no space lingered and adjusted the blankets to create a cocoon of comfort around you two.

You smile as you listen to his heartbeat against his chest. Din’s index finger presses to the underside of your chin, adjusting your eyes to look into his.

“Are you okay, my love?”

You nod lazily, completely worn out. “You know, having a husband isn't so bad after all.” Din lets out a hearty laugh before leaning down to kiss you.

“Yeah, having a wife isn't so bad either.” Din smirks at you, causing you to shy away in embarrassment and return your attention to his chest. Your fingers trace shapes and words onto his chest until you stop. A mark on Din’s torso prompts you to inspect it. “What are your curious fingers doing, my love?”

“What is this?” You ask as your finger traces the mark.

“It’s just a scar, dearest.”

“A scar?” You look back at Din with worry in your eyes.

“Oh, don't worry, my love. I've collected so many over the years, I've become immune to them. That one was either from when I fought Bo-Katan or when I fought a mudhorn to save my son.”

“Goodness.... I've missed so much of your life.” Your face droops with sadness, but Din is quick to relieve your worries.

“Now, it's nothing to be upset over. Yes, we've missed a lot, but that means we can spend the rest of our lives catching up and making new memories. Plus, you can meet my son tomorrow.”

You smile and press a chaste kiss to Din’s lips. “I’d love that.” You pressed another kiss to his lips, but this one wasn't so innocent.

“Did I not satisfy you, my love?” Din chuckles into the kiss. You climb on top of him and shake your head. “Oh, does my princess want more?”

You give Din a mischievous grin and shrug.

Din smirks before leaning in to kiss you. “Well, who am I to deny my wife of her wishes?”

A/N: Idk who from my Javier Peña taglist wants to be on this one, but those who are interested in being added to a Din Djarin taglist or a perminante taglist, please let me know.🤍 Can’t wait to hear what you all think!

[pbandjesse]

I'm sitting on the floor in my bedroom at home. Because camp got shut down for the entire week. Because the power is still not back on.

Today was a particularly stressful day because of a lot of those issues. I woke up at around 6:30 because they were a chainsawing the trees the head falling down outside of my building. The power was still not back on and my phone didn't have a lot of battery. But I have saved some of the power bank juice so I was able to get my phone up to half charged and it never died throughout the day. Honestly it could have been worse.

Nobody really knew what was going on. Some people were still able to get on their phones most people's walkies had died. So communication was stilted. I was able to figure out that we were doing flag at 9:15 and breakfast at 9:30 as a pickup. I slept until 8:30. And when I got up I washed my face and did all my regular stuff just in the dark. I still had one set of string lights that had some juice so it wasn't awful. Everything just felt a little weird. And it was really humid.

Everything was just very very wet and there were sticks everywhere and I ended up just wearing my bathing suit and a pair of pants with my rain boots today. Which wasn't the coolest outfit but I was more comfortable than I think it would have been in anything else.

I would walk down to where they were doing breakfast and I got an orange. I helped out with the senior staff meeting before that and I suggested I still create the theme for the day so that we can use it with the people who couldn't go on their regular programs because of the storm. Tubing and swim and the field were all closed. But only one group ended up utilizing that. I don't think it was communicated well.

But I have my orange and I had my angel food cake that James made and I waited for my first group. It wouldn't be until 10:30 and it was a pioneer group. They were nice boys but they didn't really understand the pipe cleaner project. It's funny to see which ages get it and which ones don't. They tell me they understand that it's about bending and connections and then they just cut up the bike leaders and try to glue them together. Which is exactly what I told them wouldn't work. It's all about experimentation I guess.

I only had three groups today. My next group was one of The stockade groups. They were a small group and all they wanted to do was make bracelets. Two of them knew how to make the regular bracelets but I taught the rest how to do it on the loom. They were having such a good time they ended up hanging out with me for almost 3 hours. Through their entire program through lunch and through the hour after lunch. Honestly they were a dream. They were sweet and kind and they just wanted to make bracelets. During lunch we all want down and got our sandwiches. I end up sitting at homestead with olive and talking about the fire that she was making and how you can use plantains not the banana but the other kind. It's like a weed. To make a salve. And that's what her project was. And then I went back up to arts and crafts where The boys continue to make bracelets and I read my book. But I did have to kick them out eventually because I had my last group of the day.

The last group was the oldest girls. And they were very sweet and made things out of clay. But about halfway through their program Charlotte came up and pulled me and all the other counselors over to her and told us that they were shutting down camp. We still didn't have power which meant we still didn't have water. And it had been too long. And they were making the call. Alexi said this was the first time she had ever shut down camp. She shut down day camp before but never overnight camp. The wife had been there and tried to figure out how they're going to refund people and how they're going to get parents to come back. But honestly it was a nightmare.

For me most of the day was pretty calm but after that moment everything kind of got crazy. trying to figure out where parents were and how to get their kids back. Some parents were on vacation and thanks for just everywhere and all at once. I had a CIT come up and help me clean up and put things away so that I was packed up for next week. I started setting up and making the poster but I decided it wasn't worth it. I'll do it on Friday when we go back to clean everything. I was just a little bit too frazzled. I actually left my purse at camp with my wallet. Not my best move but that is okay.

I just had to try to figure out how I could help everyone else. I would have to take some breaks. Because I kept getting overheated but I would create coloring pages and arts and crafts supplies as bundles to bring down to the little kids. And I made sure people have cleaning supplies. I took a break and read for a bit. But then I was back to cleaning up my stuff and packing it back. I went and hung out with Alexis kids and I made a list for Elizabeth to figure out where they are Nationals were going to go stay. And it was just a lot.

My mom called me but my phone was only at 30% so I had left it up in arts and crafts and I missed the call. she would tell me she was going to lay down and to call her back later. So that was on the back of my mind but I knew that James was coming for me and then Laura and another international Ibti, asked if they could come and stay here with me and james. And of course I said yes. Things would be fine. I'm glad I could provide them with somewhere to stay. And then it was 5:30 so I called my mom.

And the thing that I have been expecting to happen for the last year is finally happening. My dad is out of options and his leg is not getting better. And so they're wrestling with the decision of getting rid of it. The leg. And I have been saying that I think Dad's quality of life will be better and I think that he'll be able to heal and that he can have his life back. But I understand that it's your leg. And you grew that. And you've had it your whole life. And it's part of you. But I think this is it. This is you getting your life back and I really hope that it happens and he can be in a place where he can feel whole again even if he's missing a piece. It's definitely going to be different but he keeps saying all he wants is to walk me down the aisle and I think that this is the way that it's going to happen. So while I'm hurting for my dad I think this is the right move.

And because my family is the way that it is it was all dark humor. This is a great way to lose 40 lb. You can be any height you want now because they're going to give you a fake leg. Maybe it'll be a very cool peg leg. Everything will be okay.

And then James was there and we went and got the girls. I had checked in with Alexi and she said we go. There were still a lot of kids that needed to be picked up but none of us had any kids at all so she said it was all right. So James took us and we went to get something to eat. We were all tired and dirty and we haven't eaten real food all day. So we went to wegmans.

We got pizza and egg rolls and potstickers. The girls got to have silly sodas from the freestyle machine. And we came home. We made jokes about what we're going to do tomorrow. I want to go paint pottery. And I think it's going to be a really fun day.

I am excited to have friends here. it's been a really nice night for the most part. I say the most part because basically we've done is answer questions about Waco and 9/11 and are corrupt Justice system. It has been hilarious seeing two girls from the UK freak out about how our system is. And all the propaganda that we learn and the reasons that people believe what they believe here. We talked all about redistricting. And how gerrymandering works. It's been a fun night honestly. And now we're all in line to get showers. It will be nice to be clean. And letting the guests go first of course. Me and Ibti worked on getting the beds together. Poor Ibti Pat said she could just sleep on the floor but I have an air mattress. So we set up the mattress and the couch. And I had James put in the air conditioning unit in the living room. So hopefully they won't be to uncomfortable.

And tomorrow we're going to try to just have a fun day. I want to paint potpourri and maybe we'll go to a thrift store and we'll go eat something funny. I am looking forward to it. We got a free day off and I hope that we can really take advantage of it.

Sleep well everyone take care of yourselves.

[desertofsnowflakes]

Incorrect Order Chapter 5 (Nessian AU)

A/N: Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, an angry Nesta and a heart-broken Cassian

2094 words | Incorrect Order Masterlist | Read on AO3

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Nesta had never been one for small talk but in his presence she spoke as if she was excellent in small talk. They spoke of all unimportant things and ended up forgetting the important stuff; their names. Again.

Feyre sent an invitation for her first anniversary party as she did for every other occasion. The only thing different was that Nesta never bothered to pay heed to her invitations before. After the day in the alley, however, she decided she was going to turn over a new leaf. This was her first step.

She checked her reflection on the side-mirror. She tried to keep her outfit and make-up as simple as possible. She only wore a white ruffled-sleeved blouse with a black pencil skirt. Her hair was braided into a coronet. She looked good, but not as good as she’ll look if she took her own time to do a detailed make-over. She let out a breath and braced herself for the inevitable little chat with her sisters.

“Nesta?” a bewildered voice breathed. She whirled around to face her younger sister, Elain, looking up at her, a small smile playing about her lips. “You’re here,” she said and flung her arms around Nesta. Nesta automatically wrapped her arms around Elain’s smaller frame. Eventually, Elain pulled back.

“No offense, but I really thought you wouldn’t be coming,” Elain said.

Nesta felt as if the smile on her face couldn't be wiped out for the next few hours. “Honestly, I didn't think I'd come either. But here I am.”

She nodded and pulled Nesta to the garden the party was held at.

“I did this,” Elain said. “This garden, I planted and groomed all this.”

“No wonder why it looks so beautiful,” Nesta replied.

She flushed and said contemplatively, “You're so different now, Nesta.”

“I hope in a good way. Where's Feyre?”

“Let's go meet everyone first.”

Nesta shook her head. “I— I need to talk to both of you before I meet everyone else. ”

Elain hesitated then said, “Can you wait in that room? I'll fetch Feyre and come.”

Nesta nodded and headed to the door at the end of the garden Elain pointed at. The room was classy, much like the exterior of the house. She was struck by the simple yet grand theme of Feyre's house. She knew he and his brothers were rich but she just didn't understand the extent of their wealth. Till now.

“What are you thinking?” Feyre wasn't the type to blindly trust people. It took more than coming for her anniversary to persuade her that Nesta's intentions were good.

Nesta faced Feyre, her youngest sister, who stood before her, gorgeous yet fierce in a simple but elegant blue gown. She shrugged, “Just thinking that I'm glad my sisters were well-provided when I couldn't take care of them.”

Feyre’s face didn’t change, she just gestured towards the couches. “Have a seat,” she said.

Nesta sat down, “You both look splendid,” she said. Feyre said that the gown was a gift, Elain thanked Nesta and offered the same.

Nesta cleared her throat. “I need to tell the both of you something. Many things, actually.”

Elain nodded encouragingly. Feyre said, “Go on.”

So Nesta spoke. She apologised. For how she wasn't there to fulfill the role of an elder sister. For how she failed to attend Feyre's marriage and many other occasions. For all the rude words she spoke to them. For shunning them. She apologised for being self consumed. For everything else.

She also promised. To try harder. To become better. To be a good sister and sister-in-law. To be with them at all times, especially when they needed her. And they listened.

“I know these words aren't enough, but I'll try to make it so,” she finished, her hands clasped with both her sisters on her sides.

“You said you'll try, Nesta. We will too,” Feyre said.

“I see a very bright future ahead of us,” Elain said.

Nesta couldn't help the tears anymore. She folded her arms around her sisters and tucked them close. Her sisters. Her beloved sisters she now knew she'd do anything to protect.

“I see a very bright future too,” Nesta said.

Nesta pulled back after what felt like an hour and looked at her sisters' tear-streaked faces.

“I love you,” the three of them said simultaneously. Nesta giggled. Elain laughed. Feyre stared.

Nesta gently brushed the tears from both of their cheeks. “I don't want to see any of you crying.”

She hugged them again, willing the hug to convey everything she didn't say out loud.

“Now, now, enough snuggling. We've got a party to attend and people to meet, remember?” Feyre said.

***

Cassian was anxious. He had always hoped Nesta, his sister-in-law, would come for the gatherings they had; be it family dinners, or birthday parties, or the random meetings they had when they just got tipsy and played games. He hadn't seen her face-to-face before. All he knows about Nesta are from the descriptions from Feyre and Elain. That, too, was minimal. One of them would quickly change the topic to something pleasant the moment traces of an emotional breakdown were visible. Every time he hoped, he was let down. She never came. He vowed he would stop hoping and instead just go about and act as if she didn't exist. But that never happened. Every time his family met, his treacherous heart would start hoping only to have a chunk of it fall off when she failed to attend. Today was no different.

Then there’s the woman who he’d been talking to the whole afternoon. He was a tangled up mess of emotions and doubt and confusion. He had been sort-of pining after Nesta. She was exactly the person he’d like. Apparently she was drop-dead gorgeous, witty and… feral. Feyre said that. Feral. She’d be someone worth seeing. She was totally a worthy opponent. It’d be fun. But the other woman? Mother above, she was ethereal. More than ethereal, in fact. Words can't contain what he had to say about her.

He was damn near killing Az for calling him right when they were about to exchange names. He really can't believe he was a hairsbreadth away from knowing her before it was all ripped away. Now they were back to square one. He didn't know anything about her.

Azriel clapped him on his back so hard that he almost stumbled and fell. Or probably that was because he was too distracted. “All good Somm?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he replied noncommittally. He busied his hands with re-rinsing the champagne flutes and wiping them clean again. He did this two times already. Still.

“Mood is sour today, Cass?” Az teased, mock-frowning.

“Nah,” Cassian said wryly, “it's as sweet as honeydew. Especially today, when my chat got interrupted.” He glared at Azriel.

“Now, now, that is a story for another day. For now though, I think I've got something that can cheer up your brooding self.”

“What is it?” he mumbled.

Az grinned. “Nesta is here.”

***

Feyre and Elain took Nesta on a quick tour around the house. Feyre’s paintings were hung on the walls throughout the whole house. Nesta grimly noticed that there wasn't a single picture of her. There were even paintings of their father whose heart had long stopped beating. But none of hers. If only she didn’t push herself away, Nesta would’ve been a happy part of her sisters’ lives.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Feyre took her hand in hers. Elain tucked herself to Nesta��s side, wrapping her arms over her slender shoulders.

Nesta already met Mor, a stunning blonde woman, and Amren, a slightly intimidating and short person. Now she only had to meet her brother-in-laws.

“Let’s go meet the boys!” Elain said brightly.

We walked back to the garden. Feyre seemed to get more and more elated the closer we got to the garden. Huh. Probably falling in love would do that to someone. Anyway, as long as her sisters were happy.

They stepped through the doorway. The garden was decorated with more banners and streamers hung on the back of chairs and on the low branches. Again, it looked opulent in a simple way.

There were three men in the centre of the garden, gathered around a table. They all were slightly similar, broad shouldered, tapered waists, muscular limbs. Three of them wore formal shirts and pants clinging to their frames. The one in the middle was Rhysand, she supposed. She smirked internally. Of course Feyre ended up with this guy. She's got a good taste. Must've gotten it from the oldest sister.

The one on the right, though. His figure felt familiar. Very, very familiar. She couldn't quite put a finger on it yet.

“The one on the left is Azriel, the one on the right is Cassian,” Feyre said, and Nesta nodded.

The boys must be really engrossed with their conversation. They hadn't noticed the three of them yet.

The guy she thought was familiar threw his head back and laughed. She gasped. That laugh. She'd know the laugh anywhere. Indeed, when he angled his face so that she could get a glimpse, she knew she was done for. She swallowed with much difficulty.

“I need to go,” she said quickly.

“Go? But— but we haven't cut the cake yet. It's still early. We've got lots more fun stuff,” Elain said.

“You said you'll try, Nesta. Only, this doesn't feel like 'trying',” Feyre said.

They sounded… hurt.

Mother above, I'm doing this wrong.

“Nesta?” Elain asked. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah,” Feyre added, “you look pale.”

“Y-yeah it's f-fine. Kinda. My head hurts,” she said, accidentally clutching her stomach. “I-I mean, yeah my head hurts. Very badly. I gotta go.” She looked helplessly at both of them. “I'm so sorry. I really am. It's just— I think I need rest. I'll recompense. Probably dinner in three days?” They both shared a look and agreed.

Nesta was already walking away. “Love you both,” she threw over her shoulder.

***

“Feyre!” Rhys called. He beckoned Feyre and Elain to the table. He didn't see Nesta.

Cassian lightly kissed Feyre on her cheek once they made their way to the table and said, “Gorgeous as always. Happy anniversary!”

Feyre grinned, but it showed traces of disappointment.

He frowned. “Hey, what's wrong?”

She just shook her head and mumbled, “Nesta.” Rhys's face hardened. His brother was never fond of Nesta. He said that she was why Feyre was always worried.

“Where's Nesta?” Az asked, craning his neck to see behind farther.

“She… left,” Elain pointed, revealing a figure disappearing behind the gates. A figure he knew all too well. Shitshitshitshit.

His head snapped back to his brothers. “That is Nesta?” he damn near shouted.

Rhys scowled, “Yeah.”

No wonder why she's so beautiful, he thought dumbly before running after her with a quick “I'll be back.”

***

Nesta was wrong. In all her happiness of being reunited with her sisters, she completely forgot how even a small thing can break one's smile. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She kept her calm demeanour, but inside, she was a raging storm of emotions.

One step in front of the other, she kept reminding herself.

She kept walking. Even when she heard footsteps. Even when the steps got louder. Even as he got close enough to cease running.

But not when he called her name. She halted. Locked up her emotions. She knew she shouldn't but she turned around anyway.

“What do you want?” she snapped.

“Nesta,” he breathed. She tried to hold back her shudder. It was from the night air, she told herself.

“If you have nothing to say, do let me know. I'm not going to wait forever,” she said. Harsher than she intended to. But she didn't care, at least, that's what she told herself.

Cassian winked, “I'm honored you came, sweetheart. I'll pass the credit to my influence on you. ”

She ground her teeth against the truth threatening to fall off her lips. Yes, I came here because you made me happy. And I thought that if I tried, as I did with you, I can rebuild my relationship with my sisters.

***

Cassian did something stupid. He grabbed her hand. Her eyes snapped to his, burning with anger. Like the day they first met.

He gave her a crooked grin that he knew would drive her mad. Well, more than she already was. He tilted his head to the garden, “The party is that way, love.”

She snatched back her hand at continued walking. Like a fool, he followed. “I spoke to my sisters. Told them I won't be staying tonight. And that we'll have dinner in three day's time. Does that satisfy you? Now, can you stop following me?”

“Something's wrong. What's wrong, Nes?”

“One,” she ground out, “don't call me that. Two, I'm a grown-ass woman; I know how to take care of myself. I don't need a babysitter.”

“You did. That day,” he said quietly.

She whirled on him, “Is this you taking back favours? Because I'm not interested. You want money? Take it. Tell me your price and fucking take it! Don't tread on my heels because you helped me, okay? I've got way better things to do.” She paused, “And don't follow me, Cassian.”

She turned and stalked away.

You want money? Take it. 'Take it.' As if he were a beggar, asking for alms. As if they weren't laughing at each other's jokes not more than an hour ago. As if he didn't spend a week taking care of her as if she were a part of his soul. Maybe she was.

But that was before, Cassian thought as his heart cleaved into two perfect halves. No— it smashed to a million tiny pieces.

He waited till Nesta was out of his line of sight. He turned and walked back to the garden, leaving his heart behind.

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[laequiem]

Pie-eyed piper

Severin and Ben attend Balekin Greenbriar's "coronation", and Ben lets himself get tempted by faerie wine.

Fandom: The Darkest Part of the Forest - Holly Black, The Folk of the Air - Holly Black

Characters: Ben Evans / Severin with brief mentions of Taryn Duarte, Locke and Balekin Greenbriar. 

Rating: General

Word count: 844

Short fluff I wrote on my bus ride home for International Fanworks Day 2021. 

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Ben knew better than to drink faerie wine, especially at the coronation of Balekin Greenbriar, king-to-be and well known Prince of Debauchery. Severin had briefed him about other courts, especially drilling into his head information about the higher court of Elfhame, so he knew about the oldest prince's reputation. But when he saw other non-glamoured humans amongst the crowd, he felt somewhat safe. One of them, the softer-looking half of a set of twins, even drank wine given to her by a fox-faced faerie boy, no question asked. She even ate their food, hors d'oeuvres lathered with everapple jelly and cakes sprinkled with golden dust.

While Ben was not stupid enough to eat faeriefruit, especially with nobody he knew around, he let himself be tempted by the wine.

Only one glass , he thought naively. But the servants kept coming, refilling the chalice as he drained it. Soon enough, he was tapping his broken fingers on the cup to the rhythm of the music and faeries drifted towards him.

One of the court musicians came over to hand him a lute, and Ben gladly started playing. The crowd around him grew and it was a matter of time before his sister found him, muttered a curse under her breath and left in a hurry to find Severin.

 Ben kept drunkenly playing the lute, paying no mind to the faeries dancing and singing around him. He didn't even notice the ones at his feet, giddily running their hands up his calves. There was only him and the music, the notes calling to him, begging to be played.

"Benjamin Evans," a familiar suave voice called him out of his trance, "stop this at once."

Ben beamed up at his boyfriend. His sleeping Prince looked good in everything—regular human clothes, nerdy shirts he picks up off the floor when he needs to quickly find something to dress and, of course, completely naked. Yet, seeing him in regal court wear was always a sight to behold. He looked every inch the prince—now Lord—with whom Ben fell in love with. Golden jewelry hung from his horns, his hair was perfectly curled in all the right places, his clothes pressed and clean. If he weren't already madly in love, Ben would fall for him again. 

"Sevy! Come dance," he said, his hands still playing by their own accord.

"Ben, we talked about—oh," Severin frowned and crossed his arms, "Ben, are you drunk?"

"Mayyyyyyybe," Ben said guiltily. 

Severin sighed and looked at the gathered crowd. They were mostly just dancing, it could be worse. With a raunchy enough song, Benjamin could force anyone who listens to strip. He could feel the pull of it in himself—the irresistible urge to dance to Ben's piping. He fought it and extended a hand towards the musician.

"I'll dance," he said, "but with you."

Ben's smile grew larger and he finally stopped playing, delicately laying the lute on the floor before taking Severin's hand. Around them, the gathered folk seemed to come back to their senses, looking around in confusion. Benjamin got up and immediately stumbled forward into Severin's extended arms, giggling the whole time. The revel around him was a blurry mess of colours, so much that he could not stand still. With another sigh, Severin crouched and slipped his arm under Ben's knees, lifting him in his arms. 

"Sev, that's not—hic— that's not how dancing works!"

"We can't dance if you can't even stand."

Ben let Severin carry him out of the main hall to one of the empty rooms. The Alderking's son set him on the bed gently and brushed a red curl off his face.

"Sober up, Benny" he whispered kindly, "we'll dance afterwards." 

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Ben's heart skipped a beat at the smile Severin gave him. Even after years together, it still felt improbable that he loved him. He knew everything about him, all the terrible, selfish thoughts that plagued him since he was old enough to talk. The glass casket had been his place to confess, unaware that Severin heard everything. He told him of school drama, of all his fights with his sister, of his crushes on teachers, his first kiss. He told him how he broke his hand, that he misses music but can't get himself to play again. Hell, he even made out with boys on top of the casket. He cringed every time he remembered, yet Severin assured him that he did not see how any of this was embarrassing. That it was charming, adorable, and that he would look forward to the awkward boy's visits. 

Severin leaned forward and kissed his freckled cheek.

"I have to attend the ceremony, but I will be back as soon as I can," he brushed his knuckle to Ben's jaw, "then, we will dance as long as you wish."

Ben's eyelids drooped as Severin let his hand travel to his hair, lightly scratching that spot on the back of his neck that makes him purr. He fell asleep with his prince watching him.

[mantra4ia]

Trixstar Imagine Fanfiction: "Three Times The Charm"

By mantra4ia. August 1st 2020. Cross posted to AO3.

One of the most aggravating things about hell was that Lucifer could still hear prayers. Like a soundproof room with a squeaky fan. Like a 'no smoking' sign on your cigarette break. Like listening to Alanis Morissette unironically. God's final joke, Lucifer lamented, was that deep in the bowels of exile was just enough awful celestial Wi-Fi to get the spam — prayers to other celestials of which he only caught the static, or pleas to the big man himself — like the bleed-over on an AM/FM radio. Which was why, when Lucifer finally heard a prayer loud and clear with the volume turned up to 11, it nearly knocked him off his thrown. It had been so long since anyone had prayed directly to him, not in jest, or begging for a favor, but earnestly and with fervor that at first it gave him a migraine. He could hardly hear the words let alone distinguish the voice behind them, until at last he was able to tune in to someone achingly familiar.

"Hey Lucifer, it's me."

Trixie, you little hellion, is it really you?!

"it's Trixie. I'm not sure whether you'll remember me. It's been a while."

You have no idea...but of course I remember you mini-Decker, don't be silly.

"Maybe you think I'm still pet sized. Well I'm not anymore."

I promise you, those remarks had nothing to do with your stature and everything to do with your intelligence, and possibly also your penchant to devour snack cakes, small human. But I admit I was wrong Trixie, you're smart and clever. It was then that the epiphany struck Lucifer: why and how was she praying to him at all?

"I bet you're wondering why I called you on the long distance prayer line. At first I thought maybe I would hear your voice answer me back, but I guess this will have to do. You see Lucifer, I may have lied to you, and I know you are not going to like that, but I hope it doesn't keep you away forever."

What? He took flight from his throne and down to lowest depth of hell scape, trying without success to fully find his footing among the chasms, his knees imperceptibly shaking —though he knew not why — while his feet took hold of him though he knew not where to. As if beckoned by the siren sound of her voice, he made his way through the winding onyx labrynth, turning where her voice waned and proceeding again where it renewed in strength.

"Because I didn't lie-outright-lie. I just didn't tell the whole truth. I've always known you were an angel, like your brother Amenadiel. Just that you live in different places. I wrote a whole bunch of letters over the years, but the post office told me Hell wasn't a valid address, and eventually they started making fun of me behind my back for not having enough postage."

Well you should have tried sending it via the DMV. Honestly, Beatrice, I have any number of portals there. A whole network really.

"Anyway, I figure where you are it might be lonely, so I guess this is as good a time as any to catch up."

Out with it then, what's the sitch child?

"I just started driving lessons, although they're not as good as yours." That's my girl. "And Charlie's doing great, he started playing soccer." Please don't tell me Linda had him play keeper to keep an eye out for infant angel powers. "He's the goalie." Christ, I bet she put him in a helmet too. "I was mad at him for a long time, I know he's only little, but I was angry that he couldn't remember you like I remember you. He even asked me if you were my imaginary friend." Does he really not remember his Uncle Lucifer? "I know, kids are dumb. But I'm not mad anymore. I drew him a picture of you in my art class...and my detention after I didn't do the actual assignment in art class, but still-lifes of fruit are boring. It doesn't look like my old drawings on the refrigerator from the last time you were here, if that's what you're worried about. And it's better than Amenadiel's stick figure drawings. If I'm being honest, I wanted to make sure I remembered you too. Maybe one day you can tell me what you think. My teacher Mrs. Fissner says it's very good. Disturbing but good. She may have sent me to see the social worker. Mom misses you. I miss you too. Listen Lucifer, I'm sorry I didn't reach out sooner but...never mind, I guess that's all for now...."

No, Trixie. You're the first human voice I've heard in a thousand years who isn't begging for mercy. Don't, please, Lucifer pleaded.

"It's just that I don't really believe in prayers. I mean, I think they're kind of stupid..."

You're preaching to the choir Trix. I couldn't agree more, this rare instance being a timely exception.

"...because people somehow find a way to make it all about them, and what they want, when they should really be listening."

Oh damnation, don't tell me you've turned into a theological scholar, or did Amenadiel put you up to this? Fess up. Could you sound anymore like your mum, you're the second oldest young person I know. Where is the Beatrice who could extort people for cash, lay waste to my flat in a single pirouette, and inhale chocolate like I inhale controlled substances? A haunting thought ghosted over Lucifer's nostalgia. Did I miss all your formative years?

"And I don't want to do that, because I don't want to torture you."

Lucifer's step faltered as he slid to the ground against the ravine walls, at last overwhelmed by the whole absurd, miraculous encounter. All the days upon days he'd spent torturing souls without missing a beat, and Trixie was worried about torturing him? About how her struggles might affect him? His chin sank to his chest, and Lucifer cried.

"Mom didn't tell me you went back to hell, because she doesn't know that I believe you when you said you're the devil, but she did tell me that it's important and that in your new job a lot depends on you. I didn't want to hurt you by asking you to come back when I know that you can't. But this life is really important too Lucifer, and...it's mom. She's got a new friend."

So that's it, Lucifer thought in resignation, that's why she's praying.

"I feel lost between them. So I asked God to send me an angel, the nicest angel he had."

You've got to be kidding me? Is that what I am now sloppy seconds, I'm not even first on the prayer chain!

"Except I'm pretty sure I already used up that prayer when he sent me you."

Lucifer's din of thoughts fell into silence as he hauled himself up to full stature, trying to pull himself together. I can't help you Trixie, your mom deserves to be happy. Chloe deserves to share her life with someone who makes her feel as special as she really is. And God help me, I can't believe I'm saying this, but it would help if you showed her a little grace.

"So I was hoping Lucifer, that you could please come back and show my mom this isn't the right guy for her. I know you're the only one who can."

Not if it puts you both in harm's way, Lucifer said, knowing that his words would never reach her, and that her prayer like a billion others before would float away unrequited.

"If you can't help me, please help her."

Lucifer stopped cold. Why would the detective need my help?

"I told you, Lucifer. I need you to understand that I've always known what you look like. More than that, I need you to know I've always understood who you are. So that you'll believe me when I say I know that my mom's friend, the one that looks like you, isn't really you."

It was only then that Lucifer realized the wall he'd braced against was not a stone cliff, but a gate. He did not waste a moment eviscerating the lock.

Trixie had searched for Lucifer once, in his mortal abode at Lux.

She'd found him again within his personal den of iniquity without batting an eye.

Little did she realize that even in the lowest depths of hell she could reach him. Dad's blessings, it seems, run in the family.

Third time's the Trix. You're right urchin. It's time to go home.

***21 days of Lucifer Countdown: 21 days until season five. New content daily***