#anon do you want a spring wedding or

[mydream-synopsis]

This isn't a passionate love letter but IF YOU KEEP GETTING MARRIAGE PROPAGANDA THEN LETS MAKE IT YOU AND ME LIKE IF ALL YOUR IG EANTS YOU TO GET MARRIED I. AM. HERE. 💍

LETSGO

[archangeldyke-all]

Reader who crochets? And she makes these special sweaters with the left sleeve cut out for Sev’s arm?? Omg

-🥨

ANON did u see logan @sevikasenby 's crochet tapestry of our wife!?!?? THE TALENT IS BEYOND

men and minors dni

there's a superstition in the knitting/crocheting community called 'the sweater curse.' the idea is basically that when you hand make a prospective romantic partner a sweater, you doom the relationship to fail.

you've read countless horror stories on crocheting forums about relationships going up in flames once a sweater is gifted.

'she called the sweater ugly after i spent a month on it.'

'he thought a hand-made sweater was too intimate and i was moving too fast.'

'they left with no explanation the same day i bought the yarn for their sweater.'

you've seen it all.

you know that the curse is something to fear. and you really don't want to lose sevika. but she's stubborn.

sevika thinks the fact that you crochet is so. fucking. cool.

most people think it's a grandma hobby.

sevika thinks it's the most impressive thing in the world. you can make anything. she's watched you knit blankets, sweaters, tops and socks. little stuffies for the neighbor kid next door, hats for your friends' birthdays. mug cozies, coasters, pillow cases and dog clothes-- she's seen you make it all.

and she's dying to have you make her something.

"don't you love me?" sevika whines one night as she cuddles in bed beside you while you crochet a scarf.

"can't stand you, actually." you grunt, already knowing what she's about to bother you about. she huffs.

"you don't understand baby. i was sooo cold at work today-- freezing, really-- and it's not like i can go buy a sweater 'cause of my ar--"

"you're so fucking annoying." you groan. sevika chuckles.

"is it so bad to want to show off my baby's work?" she asks. you huff, shaking your head.

"it is when it means we'll break up!"

she wears you down over time.

you start crocheting her little things, wanting her to feel loved but not wanting to subject the two of you to the curse.

you crochet her a little keychain charm on your anniversary; a hat for winter solstice. in the spring, you make her a few new scrunchies for her half-ponytails.

for her birthday, you give her the first big crochet project you've made for her: a purple poncho in a thick, warm yarn, perfect for the colder windy days when her thin red poncho isn't enough.

she cries when you show it to her. (she nearly gets heat stroke a week later when she tries to wear her new winter poncho on a blazing hot day.)

when you propose to her (kneeling in front of her where she sits on the couch kissing her hands, metal and flesh alike, as you bat your eyelashes at her,) sevika doesn't even let you finish the question before she's pulling you off the ground and into her lap, kissing you breathless, and pulling away with a sob. "yes!"

"you didn't even let me ask!" you laugh. sevika kisses you again.

"you have to crochet me a sweater now. make it white, i'll wear it to our wedding." she cries.

you don't do that. (though you do crochet the neck tie she wears on your big day.)

you wait until you've been married for a year, until you're settled in married life and comfortable, until sevika's not expecting it anymore.

and then, on the night of your first wedding anniversary, you give sevika her first sweater.

it's the most intricate thing you've ever made. the cable crochet pattern you used was complex and time consuming, but it looks fucking gorgeous. beautiful royal purple-- her favorite color-- her exact measurements, and sleevless on the left side.

sevika wears the sweater everywhere. all the time. whenever she can.

you only planned on making her the one, but her reaction (and the wear and tear the sweater receives from being worn by the scary woman of zaun) inspires you.

you knit her a new sweater, every year, for the rest of your lives.

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[ultimate-chickennougat]

| I just want attention! |

Toji Fushiguro x Wife!Reader (Requested!)

Asking Toji for a divorce.

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: SFW, domestic mostly fluff and some angst, happy ending.

A/n: TYSM to the anon who requested! I'm not very experienced with writing angsty stuff so if it's bad my apologies. (Also tag: @chilichopsticks)

From the moment you met Toji, he was nothing but a gentleman to you. Maybe that was why you fell so hard and so quickly, so that when he was on one knee with a ring you didn’t hesitate at all after only a few months of being together. 

He always swept you off your feet, when you got off work he picked you up and took you wherever you wanted to go. He always tried to make you happy and spend as much time with you as possible, buying you flowers when you got a promotion and taking you to an early screening of a movie from your favorite franchise, were only a few of the many things he would do often for you.

All he asked for in return, was for you to accept him, faults and all. He had made mistakes in the past, and still worked as an assassin, which was the only job he felt he was well suited for. With you in mind, he quit his gambling habit. After so many loses he finally got some sense knocked into him and decided to saved up his money, so that the moment the two of you tied the knot you wouldn’t have to work at all. 

To most, Toji was seen as arrogant, if not invisible since he kept to himself, something that you never understood. On the day of your wedding, you were picked up in his arms and carried directly to the car, where he drove the two of you to your honeymoon destination right after the ceremony and fuss was over. Two weeks of hot springs and relaxing in a small town awaited you, where your husband doted on you more than ever. Every morning you awoke to a sweet kiss on your forehead, and warm arms engulfing you, making you wish you could sleep forever in the comfort of his protection.

You made sure to snap plenty of shots of walking around to the different shrines and temples, and your husband wearing a yukata which he realized he was rather fond of. By the end of your trip you were more in love with him than ever, and even more ready to embrace a wonderful life as his wife in your new home. 

Somewhere in your heart you knew that feeling might not last forever, the butterflies you got every time Toji was around you. But everyone always said the honeymoon phase lasted at least a few months… not the length of the actual honeymoon. Nothing your family and friends had said about marriage prepared you for this reality, that the fade to normal life would be so sharp.

By the time the two of you got back to the house, your husband was already heading right back to work as usual. You kept yourself busy with unpacking all the boxes and setting things up around the house, but in a way that only made getting used to a routine harder. Toji didn’t come back for four days, being on a job he got unexpectedly. 

His quick call barely did anything to calm your nerves. He was always so careful about telling you about his work before the two of you were married, trying not to worry you. Of course you knew Toji was strong, and you tried not to doubt him, but you could barely sleep from thinking about it. Now living with him you could feel his absence by the empty side of the bed and the single plate of food on the dining room table. 

As soon as he was back, you were overjoyed by his presence, almost thinking that feeling you were missing had returned. But, it wasn’t for long. No matter how many hobbies you took up at home, or how many friends you made in your new neighborhood, the absence of your husband would always bother you. When he was right in front of you, he was still the gentleman you always remembered, who you loved with every ounce of your being. But when he was away, you couldn’t help but wonder if he thought about you as much as you did about him. If he even missed you, he was gone so often for his assignments. As weeks turned to months, it blurred into routine and so did the wall that started to grow between the two of you.

That day, you had finally had enough. After contemplating it in your head for a few weeks, you realized that the two of you were still relatively new into your marriage, and you could still probably get your job back even if things changed. Of course you still loved him, and you couldn’t imagine your life without him, but right now, that was almost what you were living. He got less and less affectionate every time he came home, and it was too stressful to have to worry every day that he got home safe in a job that you didn’t fully understand, as he couldn’t tell you much for your own safety.

You had promised him you would stay by his side for anything, but he had done the same for you. And right now, neither of you were anywhere near each other. Toji had no idea you had taken up watching the neighbor’s kid after school some days, or that you baked a fresh loaf of bread at the start of every week, something he was never there to try. You didn’t know where he was or sometimes for how long, not getting much more than a promise that he’d come home safe. 

“Smells good, what’d you make?” Toji inhaled deeply as he walked into the house. For the first time in your marriage he was home on a Monday, bread making day. “It’ll be ready soon,” you referred to the loaf sitting on a cooling rack. You forwent the normal welcome, though you did it so rarely that it seemed to go unnoticed. Making a cup of coffee to go with a slice of the bread, you shifted you feet uncomfortably, making Toji watch your movements carefully. “Thanks,” he muttered, grabbing the bread off the plate while you sat down in front of him. 

The two of you sat in silence. Starting it off with that question felt far too daunting. “Y’know what, I was thinking we should take a vacation,” he started, “for a week or two.” You lifted your head up to look at him. “Haven’t done that in awhile, huh,” he groaned, hand rubbing his neck at your bland expression. 

He dropped his hand and sat up straight when he saw your face change. Your eyes, usually so cheerful and lovely, looked only of pain as they flooded with tears. “Toji, you know that I love you, I…” he watched you carefully as you spoke. “I… just can’t do it anymore,” you started to breath deeply, turning away to avoid your husband’s eyes. 

Toji grabbed your hand softly, encouraging you to squeeze it back as he listened. “I love you too, okay? Just talk to me,” he muttered, trying to decrease the tension though he knew in his gut what you were going to say. Clearly it had been on your mind for a while, you just wanted to get it over with. “I miss you, a lot, but I know you’ve got your work and everything,” you grasped his fingers, pressing into them lightly. “But I just don’t know what I’m doing here, aside from worrying about you. I’m not even doing anything for you.”

Tears flooded down your cheeks as Toji reached up to wipe them away with his thumb. “Maybe we just shouldn’t be together,” as much as he was prepared for your words, they still hit him like a ton of bricks. If only he could express how special every moment the two of you had together was to him, and how excited he was to make new ones. “I love you, okay? I didn’t marry you for nothin’, remember that.” 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I don’t want to be without you, but my work takes me away a lot.” Toji frowned, realizing your apprehension to fall into his arms was something he should have noticed beforehand. “I’ll quit, I’m serious. I just want you to be happy, okay? I don’t want to get divorced.”

“It’s not just that, it’s-” he tucked you into his chest. “You’re right, just calm down and we can talk about it,” you nodded against the fabric of his shirt. “I just want some attention, it’s like we don’t even know each other sometimes,” you whined, wrapping your arms around him as well. He smiled as you brought your head out, face dry of tears but still a bit pink. “I want to learn everything about you, yeah? Like how’d you get so good at baking…” he bit off a chunk of bread, now room temperature and slathered in butter. 

“This isn’t the time for joking, I just told you I wanted to get divorced,” you sulked as Toji laughed. “I’m just glad you changed your mind,” he let out a sigh of relief. “I still want to talk about this, but let’s leave it off for a bit,” he held you tighter, “I’d rather relax before I have to tell Shiu I’m quitting…”

[pomefioredove]

LETS GO GAMBLING!

Can I get a uhhhhhhh…

chocolate cookie #3 with chocolate chips, whipped cream, and sprinkles? Thanks!

(My first rq as shrimp anon (if it’s ok) :3)

-🦐 anon

o7 I took a few more liberties w this one

order #4, chocolate with chocolate chips, whipped cream, and sprinkles

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ far, far away

tropes: royalty au, fake dating, hurt/comfort (sort of) characters: neige additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is not yuu, short and sweet, snow white!neige and prince!reader word count: 500

Many bad ideas start with good intentions.

This was one of them.

It was, after all, the only way you could see him.

After your childhood friend came of age for marriage, he was locked inside the walls of his family castle and made to work. Cooking, cleaning, waiting for a suitor to come.

...Which, as it would turn out, is you.

Kind of. When you sent word by dove of your will to marry Neige, you were desperate. It had been months, after all, with no word from his family on his wellbeing, and it was driving you to madness. You had not the slightest idea if he was well, if he was even alive.

You only had to see him. Just once.

But... well, you didn't. His family accepted the proposal, and you suddenly had an expensive dowry to pay, a property to provide, and a date to pick.

But no Neige.

It was... well, untraditional, to say the least, that you were to court him through his family, but they had always been a little...

...Overprotective, you supposed.

And that wasn't to your tastes.

And here you find yourself, on a warm morning in spring, climbing the ivy that crawls over the stone walls of the palace courtyard. Drawn to that singing, the voice you hadn't heard in years...

You can feel your heart beat in the tips of your fingers as they pull you over the wall, crowning the top like the sun rising in the east.

Not a thing about him has changed, you think.

Neige is by the palace, soaking in the periwinkle light of early morning, scrubbing the steps he's sitting atop with a smile.

He looks messy, but not tired. His hair curls around his face from the humidity and the sweat, he's dressed in work clothes, his hands are calloused and bruised for reasons you don't want to imagine.

It strikes something in you, both bitter and sweet with longing.

You know you shouldn't be here, but you are. You are, after all, "engaged", though you're not even sure if he knows that yet.

And so you come down the wall and walk towards him, and only when your shadow is cast over the steps does he look at you, his eyes wide- at first with fear, and then with familiarity.

"Sorry," you say, quickly and quietly, "I didn't mean to startle you. I only had to see you."

He blinks. "...How... what are you doing here?"

"We haven't the time to talk about it. Come with me," you hold out a hand.

It's not rational, you think, but nothing about this situation has been.

Besides, you were to pick and pay for the wedding venue, as said by his step-family.

And you had picked one far, far away from them.

Neige hesitates, but he takes your hand nonetheless, and you help him to his feet. He's as light as he was when you were children.

Over the wall, and onto the waiting white horse, which you had lovingly borrowed from his family.

They wouldn't miss it; their lovely prince, they might.

He won't be theirs for long.

You ride into the woods, Neige clinging to your shoulders, and you don't look back.

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

Are you willing to write a kingdom of heaven fic where the reader has a child from a previous marriage that ended when her previous husband died. A girl like 6-8 years old who is shy at first

♡ New Family - King Baldwin x Reader ♡

♡ Fluff ♡

A/N: Hello Anon, thank you for your request! This is such a cute idea, so sorry its taken so long to get to. I hope it's what you had in mind! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

TW: Leprosy, Mention of Death, Mention of Domestic Violence (Not Baldwin dw), Nightmares/PTSD, Mention of Trauma.

It was a warm spring day when y/n and Baldwin were wed.

Their marriage was one of preference instead of arrangement after the two had met at the Jerusalem market.

Y/n ran a silk stand with her daughter, Miriam, when the king had decided to attend the market himself one day instead of sending a servant. He had been feeling well lately and wanted to take the opportunity to get some fresh air.

When their eyes met, it was love at first sight. There was no denying it.

However, there was one small problem. Y/n was a widow. Her husband had died in battle and as much of an inconvenience as it was, she couldn't help herself but feel slightly relieved.

He was a cruel man, a harsh man who believed in discipline for both wives and children. So needless to say, y/n couldn't help herself but feel relieved when she received news of his death.

But because of this, it was expected that she would not be married again and for a time, she had no issue with this. That was until she met Baldwin.

At first, she thought of herself as ridiculous when he had come by her stall. He was the king! And she was a widowed peasant who already had a daughter. It was simply not possible she had thought, until a servant came by her stall with an invite to the castle sent directly by the king.

Their love bloomed from there and despite being frowned upon, they were wed.

Y/n’s daughter was a naturally shy girl. The first time she had met Baldwin, she hid behind her mother and peeked out at the man from behind her robes.

His metal mask was less of the issue when it came to her fear (even though it did make him look far less human to her), it was more the past with her father.

At only seven years of age, she had experienced so much which was a great pain to her mother.

When they first met, the king gifted her a small carved, wooden horse as a present. She loved it and even approached him to take it from his gloved hand.

She was still nervous around him in the beginning, but she began to enjoy the benefits of becoming royalty. She loved the teachers who taught her all kinds of things that a peasant would simply not have the resources to know and she enjoyed playing with her cousin, Baldwin V.

She thought it funny that he had the same name as her step father and looked up to him as a big brother and he protected her as such.

Miriam’s nervousness around the king ended in just one night when her mother was away on royal duties overnight.

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It was late at night when the girl’s eyes snapped open and she came awake, sweating and shaking.

She was prone to nightmares from the incidents with her late father.

Usually, Miriam would run to the royal chambers and call for her mother, who was a vastly light sleeper due to her own trauma. She would comfort her and bring her back to her own chambers. Y/n would read her a story and hold her until she fell back into sleep, but this time she was not there to do that.

The girl sat up in bed, her heart racing. All she could think about was her mother. She knew she was not going to fall back into sleep easily and would most likely lay awake in bed, with the fear of her fathers undead spirit returning and harming her.

Then she remembered Baldwin.

She was incredibly nervous approaching him about the subject.

It was late at night as she assumed he would be sleeping, she caught herself wondering if he slept in the mask or not. After a few minutes of thinking, a small noise made her practically jump out of her skin and she sprinted to the royal chambers.

Stopping outside the door she realized that her body had made the decision for her. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door as quietly as she could and slipped inside, closing it behind her.

Inside she was greeted by a comforting warmth and the distant sound of the king's quiet snoring. Taking another deep inhale, she focused on her footsteps as she approached the bed.

Her heart was pounding.

What if he was angry at her for waking him? What if he told her to get over it? No, he would not do that. He was a kind man, a gentle man. The opposite of her father.

He had told her the day they met that “if you ever need anything, I am here when you are ready”, and she really needed him now.

Finally, she reached the side of his bed.

The moonlight that shone through the window illuminated his face that was covered in.. bandages? His cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin were all covered with clean, white bandages. That explains the mask.

Seeing him like this took her nerves away instantly.

He looked entirely human without his mask. Without it, he was just a man. A human, like herself.

He had soft curly blonde hair that spread out on his white pillow like the halo of an angel, this was completely different to the harsh, rough textured brown hair of her father.

He lay on his back with one hand resting on his chest, the plush blankets covered his body and he looked quite comfortable.

Miriam observed him for a moment longer as she decided whether to wake him or not. Finally, she made up her mind.

Reaching out an arm, she touched his shoulder softly. His night clothes were just as soft as she imagined them to be. She pulled her hand back quickly when he shifted.

Baldwin groaned and stretched as his body awoke from a deep sleep. He turned his head, fully expecting Tibarias to be standing there with important news as he had done countless times before.

His eyes widened at the sight of Miriam standing beside his bed, her cheeks stained with tears.

“Miriam, are you okay? What happened?” suddenly realizing the absence of his mask, the king panicked and reached to his bedside table for it.

“No, don't! I like your face without it” the girl said urgently. Baldwin smiled slightly at that.

“That's okay. Are you alright? What are you doing here?” she was surprised at his concern for her over his concern for being woken in the dead of night.

“I had a nightmare” she whispered. Baldwin’s face turned from one of slight panic to one of sorrow and concern.

“Oh angel, it will be okay. Come on, let's get you back to bed and you can tell me about it if you would like?” he offered, she nodded quickly.

Baldwin sat up from the bed, desperately attempting to keep his face free from a pained expression as he stood slowly.

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Once back in the girl's chambers, the king tucked her in and sat down on the edge of the her bed.

“Would you like to tell me about this nightmare of yours?” he asked, his voice was so kind.

Miriam nodded and began to tell him all about the recurring nightmares that she had been having since she was five years old.

The nightmare consisted of her father returning from beyond the grave to kill her mother and eventually her, after he forced her to watch her mother be torn appart.

The king listened to her words intently as she spoke.

“That sounds awful Miriam, I am so sorry” he told her, a look of sincerity on his bandaged face. She thanked him and gave a weak smile.

“Would you like me to read to you until you fall asleep?” he asked, returning the smile.

The girl nodded, her eyes lighting up at the words.

Baldwin walked to her bookshelf and retrieved a short story book that he recognised from his own childhood.

He sat down on the edge of the bed when Miriam spoke, “could you sit here?” she asked, gesturing to the space right beside her, against the headboard of the bed.

The king smiled at the innocent request and shifted positions to where he was sitting right next to her.

She moved closer to him, leaning against the side of his body.

Baldwin tried his best not to smile, it was the first time she had requested his affection. This was a massive step in their relationship.

“Could you stay with me the whole night, father? I don't want to be alone” she whispered, causing the young man's smile to widen.

“Yes of course Miriam'' he replied, relishing for a moment in the fact that she called him ‘father’.

Baldwin moved his arm and placed it around her, pulling her close as he began to read.

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Around twenty minutes past when the king looked down to see that she had fallen asleep against his side, her eyes were shut peacefully and her chest moved up and down silently.

The smile returned to his face at the sight, before he moved his hand to cover a soft yawn.

The king gave his daughter one last look before letting his eyes fall shut, joining her in sleep once again.

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The following morning, y/n arrived home early. The sun had only just started to peek above the horizon when she entered the castle.

Entering the royal chambers, she expected to see her husband sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. But he was not there?

Placing her bags down, she assumed he must have left to attend his duties early.

Y/n decided to check on her daughter, since she missed her greatly overnight.

She entered the room and a wide smile crossed her face at the sight before her. Baldwin and Miriam curled up against each other, sleeping soundly as the first rays of sun streamed in through the window.

She walked up to her daughter's bedside, pulling the covers further over the two.

This certainly was the progress that she hoped would happen while she was away.

Y/n bent down and kissed her husband's forehead gently.

“Im so proud of you” she whispered to him before turning to leave her beautiful family in peaceful rest.

[velidewrites]

But what if he would meet his mate for example, like, what if he'd bring his mate to his torture chamber or whatever and then the bond snapped and Marcel would get a harsh lesson in empathy what then?

ANON FORGIVE ME this got so long, but your ask was the perfect opportunity to give you guys some background on the Marcel vs Beron lore that makes Marcel effectively immune to the possibility of a mating bond/fated romance :(

I don’t want to break anyone’s heart but empathy, or any feelings with real depth to them, are just not something Marcel is capable of. Beron tried to make sure of it with all his sons, and it worked best with Marcel. You see: Marcel was the first one in the Vanserra line to be born with such lethal smoke magic, and from the moment his power was discovered, Beron has desperately wanted it for himself. To achieve that, he’d spent decades, if not centuries, trying to take Marcel’s power through any means he could think of, all of which left a permanent scar, visible or not. Before Marcel became the torturer, he was Beron’s own experiment.

Only when Beron discovered it couldn’t be done and grew bored of putting so much effort in someone ultimately useless to him, he finally put Marcel’s power to a better use. By then, though, so much time had passed, so much damage had been done, that Marcel became someone entirely new, unrecognizable to, for example, Eris, who had practically raised him. Marcel doesn’t care for anything or anyone, and views the world through the lens of interesting vs not worth his time. His end goal is to harness his magic in a way that doesn’t put him in physical harm, and he will do absolutely anything to achieve that and feel no remorse for it. Only then will he finally be able to get rid of anything and anyone he deems uninteresting. He’s a dark character through and through.

I imagine finding a mate, to him, would mean that they belong to him — and not in a “you are mine and I am yours” way. Someone who can help him reach his goals, someone who can become his experiment the way he was forced to become Beron’s. I don’t see Marcel feeling the bond snap and feeling that shock or revelation. More of a momentary curiosity, a sarcastic “Of course you’re not leaving this place. Have you been hoping for a wedding gown? A Spring ceremony, perhaps?” followed by an amused laugh that gives you chills and triggers all your fight or flight instincts. And yet, you can’t stay away, can’t run — that’s your mate, isn’t it? And that fact, that internal conflict, only makes all this all the more interesting to Marcel.

Maybe, one day, there is love somewhere down the road for him — but it would take a very long time and a very dead Beron Vanserra to make up for it.

[itsphoenix0724]

a cassian pink azalea story pls 🙏

Pink Azalea (Cassian x Reader)

Warnings: angsty, allusions to smut

Word Count: 1.3k

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A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you so much for participating in my writing event! I hope you enjoy what I've written for you, and I hope you come back again soon! I took inspiration from the Cas and Mor storyline, but the reader is Rhy's sister. No smut this time but I'm planning to stretch those muscles very soon don't worry. I kind of ran with the theory that the pool of starlight in spring was a portal, so that was a fun idea. I hope you're having an amazing day, and as always constructive criticism is welcome! <3

“Engaged?!” Cassian’s enraged response shakes your bones. You were sitting on Cassian’s bed in your Mother’s cottage, your trembling hands fisting the small quilt, tears pouring down your cheeks. 

The tears haven’t stopped since your father announced that you would wed the eldest son of the Autumn Court. 

“You’ll marry him!” Your father had yelled perched atop his throne, his night-filled powers draining the air from the room. It felt like someone was holding your head underwater, the numb shock taking over your whole body. You had tried to argue, but your father’s power had sent you to your knees before his throne. “Your business with that Illyrian is done.” His tone was final. 

“Father, please,” You sob. Hands clawing at the stone floor. 

“Enough! You have a duty to this family! To this court!” His voice was booming with so much power, so much force the windows shook in their frames. Your father never left any room for argument, and your poor mother had only sent you pitying looks from where she was standing beside his throne before she winnowed you here. 

You couldn't hear Cassian’s words until he lightly shook your shoulders. 

“There’s got to be something we can do to stop this,” he sputters and paces infront of the bed. The only thing you wanted to do was bury yourself alive in the garden out back, and not come out until this whole mess was over. “We could run away!” Cassian insists. He would run you to the edges of this earth and the next if it meant it would get you to stop looking like a wounded animal. You huff out a dry laugh that does nothing for Cassian’s ill-timed temper. “You could come up with some ideas too you know? He’s your father!” That snaps you out of your stupor, and the boiling rage in your stomach finally threatens to surface. 

“HE IS MY HIGH LORD ABOVE ALL ELSE!” The volume knocks Cassian back a step, and you shoot off the bed, your wings flaring with the rise of your anger. “Just because he lets Rhys, the perfect heir, do whatever he wants does not mean I am extended the same courtesy.” The well of power you inherited from your father threatens to suffocate everything in the room, the fireplace struggling to stay lit. Cassin stays weathering the storm as you scream yourself hoarse. “I am worthless to him without this. It doesn’t matter, has never mattered, to him what I am capable of outside of being shipped off to strengthen court alliances by reproducing.” The sobs come again. The years and years of rage surfacing now at being overlooked simply because you were born a woman. You fall against the bed, your back making the old mattress squeak under your weight. “If I try to run, he’ll probably chain me to Eris’s bed himself.” 

Cas lets out a heaving sigh as he pulls you into a sitting position, clutching your hands and kneeling before you. He presses a kiss to each one of your knuckles and waits until your bawling turns into soft sniffling. Your hands have wound around his neck, cradling his head to your stomach as you try to calm yourself down. He’s trying his best to help you, rubbing soothing circles into the bend of your knee. The only thing you can do is keep babbling out how this is so unfair, how you love him, and how you’d rather die than marry Eris. 

Surprisingly your mother is the one who becomes your savior.

Your beautiful quiet mother, who only stayed with your father out of gratuity for her unclipped wings, stands in the doorway with the most determined look you’ve ever seen on her face. Here was the female who you thought your father long buried, the one who kicked and screamed so hard when they tried to take flight from her she brought down the snow off of the mountains. This was the Queen of the Night Court, and she wouldn’t let anyone shackle her daughter. 

Cassian steps away, respectfully inclining his head to your mother as she walks over to you and grabs ahold of your face. 

“Listen to me,” She directs you so that you’re looking into her eyes. “You are not marrying Eris.” The pure seriousness on her face makes you nod along. “I need you to listen very carefully. I’ve called in a favour with Spring, we’re leaving, and we won’t be back for a very long time.” Her eyes dart between you and Cassian, who looks as if your mother had just ripped his heart out and stepped on it. She wheels on him next, looking at him in a way that makes him go deathly still. “Cassian, you have to promise me you won’t say anything. Not to Azriel, not to my husband, and especially not to Rhysand.” Her face pains when she mentions your brother and your own heart gives an ugly at not being able to see him for a long while. “No matter what happens” 

Cas turns into a sheet of white, but he agrees to the promise with your mother anyway, and tattoos burn their way onto their forearms. Your mother clasps his cheeks and presses a kiss to the top of Cassian’s head. She turns back to you after Cas’s eyes begin to well with tears. 

“You have an hour before we leave, you must not take anything with you. I’ll let the two of you say your goodbyes.” She exits the room and Cassian has you back in his arms in a second. He presses a bruising kiss to your lips hauling you by your hips into his broad chest. You pull the tie out of his hair as you kiss him just as fervently. If this was the last time you would be seeing him you were determined to make it count. He moans at the way you scratch his scalp and presses you down against the threadbare bed. You spend the next hour losing yourselves in each other when you collect yourselves to leave. Cassian escorts you to the border of spring, your mother insisting he travel with you no further. Tamlin and his father meet you at the border, and you bid one final goodbye to Cassian. 

“I promise to you,” he mutters against your lips, a hand cupping your cheek. “That I will wait for your return until my last breath, and if that is still too soon I will wait for you in the world after this. I swear on my life.” The singe of the tattoo that appears on your skin matches the burning intensity of his kiss and your tears. 

“Goodbye, Cassian.” You breathe in his scent for one last time, trying to inscribe it in your memory. He breathes deeply into your hair before leaving one last kiss there as the High Lord of Spring and his youngest son usher you into the night. You make your way through the court before stopping at a small pool that looks like it stole the diamond-painted stars right out of the sky. You and your mother hold hands and swim down together, you hold your breath until you reach the bottom. There was a brief flash of pain, your lungs screaming for oxygen. 

And then you and your mother disappeared without a trace. 

What followed was a shit show. Spring’s High Lord has done an excellent job of covering your tracks. The glamoured head and wings were a gruesome sight to see, and it had sent Rhysand’s father into a rage that resulted in a bloodbath. Rhys and Tamlin were now High Lords. Cassian wanted to tell his brother about the ruse, but the promise mark burned into his forearm stopped him every time. 

But he would wait. He promised.

And Cassian never broke his promises.

[darlingsfandom]

To Marry A Teacher .

anon: "Hey happy new year (even though I know it's too late), I'm here to say if you want to do the second part of "To Date a Teacher", where they are married this time and just got back from their honeymoon, the reader is pregnant but continues to work until she decides to take maternity leave. Then write something Fluff also funny because yes (if you want then write the smut of their honeymoon, if you want.)

Mostly Fluff ! Not proofread .

It wasn’t obvious at first. No one had a clue the secret you and Mike had. Time had passed since the felid trip that eventually brought the two of you together and it was a year later that Mike had proposed to you on the same field trip the following spring with a new class that was just as excited as the previous.

The wedding was more than you could’ve have dreamed for , it was small and simple but beautiful. Mike actually cried at the alter watching you walk down the aisle but you were also crying under your veil which was helpful because when he lifted the veil you had some tear stains on your cheeks but no visible tears. It was your dream wedding. The flowers were just right, the weather worked with you since you married Mike in a nature preserve . He gave you everything you wanted and more. When he placed the ring on your finger you couldn’t help but cry which made him tear up. And with a simple a kiss you became Mrs.Kiernan.

Thanks to the honeymoon, you two had your secret. Mike had taken you on a trip to Greece. The art! The water! The sunsets! All gorgeous and Mike would compare you to every beautiful thing he seen. The two of you spent a good portion in the hotel getting romantic or what would be considered straight up porn if anyone would’ve witnessed it. He didn’t care there, Mike really took his time with you exploring body, he was either so involved with your moans that he couldn’t think straight or you were so involved with his body that he couldn’t think, either way you were driving him crazy in the best way possible.

Shortly after returning home and getting back into the swing of things everything was normal until you realized that you were over a week late. Soon as the thought crossed your mind you were at the drug store buying three different tests to make sure. That same night at dinner you had made Mike a special dinner.

“What’s all this?” He set his bag down before coming up to kiss you. You kissed back before rubbing his chest.

“I have some interesting news and thought a nice dinner would be the way to share it.” Mike kissed you again before he rubbed your cheek. The two of you sat down over the nice steak dinner you worked hard on.

“So what’s the news?” He asked after taking a few bites.

You swallowed your bite before you looked at him with a gentle smile. You placed your hands on your lap before leaning over the table. Mike leaned in closer while looking your eyes.

“The news is something we’ve been talking about for awhile and it’s happening…”

“Baby, there’s a lot of things we’ve been talking about it..”

“Mike…” you stood up slowly before walking over to him and placing his hand on your belly.

Mike sat there looking up at you for a minute before it clicked it. His mouth dropped, eyes went wide and he about flew out of his chair before he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around making you giggle before he put you back down.

“Are you sure? You’re positive ?” He held your shoulders while all you could do is nod in excitement. Mike was at a loss for words as he held you tightly. You were having his baby! Mike kissed your head then your face before he kissed your belly.

Months passed since you told Mike and the two of you had told the family. Of course they were excited but no one was excited as Mike! He was going to be a father. He took care of you making sure you had your vitamins , took you to the doctors for the check ups and even tried to stop you from the deli meats but he gave up on that when you about bit his finger off for it. He went with you to the classes and helped you set up the nursery.

The two of you didn’t tell the other staff right away because you didn’t want to be overwhelmed. The students didn’t even know until it was closer to your due date when your belly finally popped out.

“Mrs.Kirenan! You’re huge!” One of your students pointed out as you stood up from behind your desk to get started on the lesson.

“She’s not huge , she’s pregnant stupid.”

“Okay that’s enough! You know I don’t allow name calling.” You placed your hand on your back and took a deep breath before rubbing your baby bump. “And yes, I am going to be having baby.” The students screamed in excitement for you while some clapped and others sat quietly. “Which means when I have my baby, I won’t be here to teach anymore.” All the kids booed before you pouted.

Mike came into the classroom later that day making the kids “oooo” at him.

“Yay to go Mr.K!” One of your kids yelled out making you roll your eyes before you waddled up to your husband. Mike handed you your lunch bag that you had left behind. He kissed your cheek making you blush while the kids chuckled.

“Love you.” He waved goodbye to you before you waved goodbye and said it back to him.

Weeks passed as you grew bigger. Your boobs hurt, your back ached and you were feral for making love to Mike. He didn’t mind that part although he was concerned when you tried to fuck him when he just got back from fixing up the car covered in grease. You two had shower sex to make up for it.

“MIKE.” You screamed as you stood at the edge of the bed holding your belly. He quickly shot up out of the bed and flung the blankets off his body before he ran up to you.

“Is it time ? It’s time isn’t it?! Oh god!” He panicked before he grabbed a shirt to throw on. Mike grabbed the bag out of the nursery as you waddled down the stairs carefully. “Where are you going?” He asked watching you go down the stairs.

“I was thinking the car might be a good idea to get us to the hospital unless you want to walk my ass there!” You rolled your eyes before grabbing a coat off the hook and throwing it on as Mike raced down the stairs to help you to the car. He wasted no time getting you to the hospital and rushing you in there yelling about how you were having a baby! You got put in the wheelchair and taken to a room while Mike had to go park the car. After he parked he rushed back in and into your room to find you filling out the paper work. He set your bag in the chair before leaning in to kiss your head.

Hours went by as you waited to dilate to ten centimeters. You passed the time by flipping through the tv channels, making Mike get you a snack and having Mike rub your arms while he got ahold of the family. Finally it was time and Mike went with you. You squeezed his hand to the point you almost broke it as you pushed your baby out while screaming in agony. Mike patted your forehead with a wash cloth as he guided you with your breathing and as much as you loved him, you wanted to kill him.

“No more! This is our only child!” You gripped him by his shirt making him whine in fear. “Do you understand.” Mike nodded quickly as he watched you push the baby out of you. He got a little woozy at the sight but the second he heard your baby crying the both of you looked at each other and smiled.

“Congratulations! You have a healthy baby girl.” The nurse took her to get cleaned up as you laid back against the bed with deep breathes leaving your body. Mike pushed the hair on your forehead away to kiss it gently before the nurse came back to hand you your beautiful baby girl. She was wrapped in a little pink blanket. Her hair was already so full and dark with a little nose and tiny wrinkles all over and the two of you loved her already. This wasn’t just a family, this was your new family that wouldn’t be possible if you didn’t have the love of your life .. Mike .

[aihoshiino]

After reading the latest chapter, I found it intriguing that right after the panel where Ayumi says that "Back then, Ai was 8 or 9", the next panel has her state that "Ai had grown up to be a woman", despite her being still just a child. No one would call someone that age a grown woman. It's seems like she didn't view her daughter as a child at all (and neither did her creep of a boyfriend) and only saw her as some sort of love rival who's an adult like her even when she wasn't. Ai's mom clearly wasn't fit to be a mother at all since a good mother would've broke up with her boyfriend instead. And even in the way she speaks of herself in this chapter, it's as if she wants Aqua (and the readers) to feel sympathetic. Ayumi truly is an awfully selfish woman and unfortunately she had to be Ai's mother.

anon i literally woke up this morning cooking ayumi meta on exactly this topic in my head and then logged on to see this ask....... you and i shall have a spring wedding

That said, you're right on the money. What I loved so much about the writing of this scene is how intensely real Ayumi feels as a toxic mother. I feel like a lot of people were kind of expecting her to be this over the top cackling Mother Gothel type but like I said in my ch 131 initial writeup, the unfortunate reality is that this is how a lot of abusers look. Like normal ass, regular, pathetic people.

In particular, I really love how deep of an understanding we get of Ayumi's messed up, contradictory headspace just over the course of the four pages we spend with her. She recognizes that she did something terrible and hates herself, but she has surrendered to this sort of self-enforced helplessness with regard to her own issues and fucked up behaviours. She knows that she needs to improve but is self-defeating about her ability to do so and the whole thing turns into a self fulfilling prophecy where she refuses to put in the work because she believes she can't change to begin with but BECAUSE she doesn't put in the work, nothing changes, which reinforces her belief that she can't fix anything so she doesn't try and... you see how the snake starts eating its own tail?

At the same time, though, this surrendering to helplessness is a safety net for her as much as it is a mental trap. By framing her behaviour as something she is powerless to resist or to stop, she essentially frees herself of agency in Ai's abuse and neglect. Being violent towards her daughter is not something she frames as an active choice, but as something she would "wind up" doing, as if by accident or compelled by forces completely out of her control. Not only that, but it allows her to rewrite the narrative for herself with regards to her abandonment of Ai – since she is so helpless to stop her abuse of Ai, the daughter she loves so much, she just had no choice but to stay away. But she was totally going to go pick her up someday, definitely! Never fucking mind that Ai was left there for so long that she aged out of the system before Ayumi ever came back.

It's once Aqua challenges this assertion, though, that the cracks start to form. Though even before that, an attentive reader will obviously have some red flags up – after all, if Ayumi loves her daughter as much as she says she did, then why does Ai describe herself as a person who has never been loved by anyone? At age twelve, no less? That is not even REMOTELY close to a thought a well adjusted and cared for kid should be able to express, let alone sincerely think.

There's always been a theme in Oshi no Ko of Ai being pulled in all directions, in trying to be everything that everybody asked her to be, succeeding and being punished for it anyway. In my CH131 thoughts, I coined the phrase 'adultification' to describe the way adult agency and expectations are enforced on children who are too young as a method of abuse, a direct inverse of the way infantilization happens to adults. Part of the impossible expectations enforced on Ai were having these twin opposing forces of adultification and infantalization inflicted on her in a truly maddening way.

Specific to adultification, though, we over and over see other characters inflict adult agency and sexuality on Ai way before the point that any reasonable person would rationally think to do so. When describing her falling in love, Kaburagi says that her face, which had been that of a child, "turned into a woman's" at a time that we know she can only have been fifteen at the oldest.

45510 seconds this, with the narrator describing how this adultification is inflicted on many young girls in the industry;

"At the time, younger age groups were all the rage, but girls in their formative years could undergo rapid changes as they matured. Once they outgrew that youthful phase, they were evaluated the same way as "ordinary" women."

... only to turn around and do the same thing to Ai:

"Right from the beginning, she exuded a maturity beyond her years, and in the end, she retained a fresh-faced, youthful allure."

With all that in mind, it's not at all a shock that this echoes all the way back in time to the starting point of Ayumi's abuse of Ai. It's reprehensible, but it's also unfortunately deeply real – it is heartbreakingly common for victims of CSA to be blamed for their abuse, as if being victimized by adults is something they have any agency in.

In this instance too, Ayumi distances herself from her own agency and culpability in Ai's abuse. Look at how she frames things and the issues that she centers; it isn't her own insecurity, toxicity and violence that ruined things. It was Ai's beauty. Ai growing into a woman. That she can say such a thing without blinking betrays so clearly that for all she insists she loved her daughter, Ai was never really a child to her. And the moment she realized Ai was attracting the attention of a man, Ayumi didn't see her as a child being victimized but as a woman posing a threat, a romantic and sexual rival who needed to be beaten back into line and shown her place. Even her anger at Ai's stepfather is so, so telling – the framing makes it clear that her anger is not that of a woman raging against someone who posed a threat to their child, but as a woman resenting a man who was unfaithful to her.

For all that she cries and self flagellates, Ayumi basically lays it all out in her own words without even meaning to. She doesn't take responsibility for her own actions, nor does she even really frame them as being central to the chain of abuse that destroyed not just her family but robbed Ai of her life. Even through her tears, she pushes Ai to the forefront while framing her abuse as a thing that just "ended up" happening, that she was powerless to stop. When talking to Aqua about how she can't make amends, the word she uses in the Japanese text is actually 贖罪 – Atonement, the same character used as the chapter's title.

But the thing about atonement is that you can't atone for a sin you don't take responsibility for. And Ayumi makes it heartbreakingly clear that for all her regrets and her pain, she has not come close to taking responsibility for the harm she inflicted on her daughter. And even if she did? It's too late. Ai is gone.

It's just as Akane says. There's nothing here anymore.

[redheadspark]

hiii, i’d like to request from the fluff prompt list :)

can i have azriel from acotar with #17? where reader is person A, if that would be possible!

have a wonderful day <3

A/N - GAH! I find this adorable for our bat boy! Thanks for the request, anon!

Satin

Summary - You hated your bed for being so comfortable. Azriel never minded anyhow

Warnings - Just some good ol' fashion fluff

You blamed Cassian instantly. He knew what he was doing.

On the evening of your engagement party, you were showered with love and congratulations from your "family", the Inner Circle, all of whom were beyond glad you and Azriel were finally engaged. Even High Lord Rhysand joked with the Spymaster that he was having cold feet in popping the question to you, to which you blushed and Azriel gave him a playful glare.

"I wanted to wait for the perfect time, Rhys. Not like you who likes to jump the gun, when it comes to life changing decisions,"

"Easy there, Az,"

But they were still kind and beyond supportive to you two, bringing you gifts even before the actual wedding. It was decided the wedding was going to be private and intimate, with just a handful of witnesses and the priest in attendance along the riverbed near River House. So to get gifts at your engagement party was fairly common, and the gift you got from Cassian was a bit unusual coming from him.

Satin bedsheets.

You were a bit shocked to receive the gift from the Illyrian commander, his mate and your good friend Nesta simply have her mate a playful glare as she gifted you two a trunk filled with ancient first-edition novels and books that you and Azriel both would love to read together.

"Pardon my mate, he thinks having satin sheets will be a success in a marriage," She explained to you lightly as she patted your arm.

"It worked for us, didn't it, sweetheart?" Cassian asked coyly to her, which he ducked from her hand that was aimed to smack his head.

Now, a couple of years after your wedding day, you both were in love with the satin sheets.

There was something about falling asleep in the cool and inviting touch of the sheets against your skin after a long day working in Velaris and working for the High Lord and High Lady. Azriel was working to the bone at the Illyrian training camp, passing out almost 5 times a week when he would take a shower and then fall into bed, falling asleep within seconds.

You were no better, being the Head of the Community Center and Homeless shelter and spending plenty of hours aiding the citizens of Velaris and expanding the center for more space. You were asleep within seconds too when you fell into bed, the book you were gifted from Nesta not being used for some time.

Of course in the very beginning of your marriage, you both were very much occupied in that bed in more ways than one. Ariel was entranced with you, loving on you within the sheet and never giving you a chance to catch your breath. He was always a wildcard from the moment you two met, and it was still the same in your sex life.

But your sex life evolved to domestic life with him, yet neither of your cared.

Now deep in a spring evening, you both dragged your feet back to your home after having a meeting at the River House with the Inner Circle. There were whispers about a potential threat coming from Spring Court, High Lord Tamlin was in one of his moods were mostly grumblings but nothing to take lightly.

Elaine's mate Lucien was mostly concerned since he was still connected to Tamlin after being friends and comrades in the past, and he was worried something would happen to both Night Court and Autumn Court. So it was all hands on deck at the meetings, going over scenarios and potential delegations that may need to happen. Rhysand wanted to make sure every detail was in place, so that meant it was going to be a long night.

Finally, after hours of talking and planning, Feyre sent you all home.

"Finally," Azriel groaned out as he was tripping out of his leathers and ruffled his hair. You hummed in agreement, taking off your own outfit to slip into some pajamas that were itching for you to wear.

"I thought that would never end," You commented as you threw your hair up in a messy bun and rubbed your eyes with fatigue evident in your orbs, "I think Rhsyand is a bit more paranoid these days when it comes to Velaris' safety,"

"He has the best intentions for our city and for Night Court," Azriel reasoned as he pulled down the comforter and the top sheet of the bed, running his fingers along the top of the material before he slipped in. A content sigh was on his lips from contact with the satin sheets, you chuckling as you saw him curl into the bed like a cat ready to take a nap. He eyed you with an amused look, reaching his hand out as a clear invitation for you to join him. How could you say no to him? You walked over to the side of the bed, still in your pajamas and your bare feet touching the light rug under you.

"What's on your mind, dear?" Azriel asked as you laced your fingers with his outstretched ones. He gently tugged you over to him, you kneeling on the bed and then falling into bed on your side to face him. The coolness of his dark hair in the bedroom light glow, the tan skin that was illuminated from a small amount of sweat on the surface, and his bright yet cool eyes were watching you with love and affection.

"I was thinking about how we never told them our news," You explained, Azriel briefly looking away from your eyes and down to your lower stomach, a small smirk was on his face as you went on, "I was planning on telling them tonight, but the meeting seemed a bit more important than telling them all they were going to be Aunts and Uncles in a few months,"

"Although I would have loved to see their faces with the news," Azrield commented in agreement, you then felt him wrap you in his arm and to feel him pull you down to rest your head on his chest, "Maybe Cassian would have passed out to know he was going to be an Uncle."

"But he's already an Uncle to Nyx, why should this be different?" You questioned as he was running his fingers up and down your spine with ease.

"Maybe it's because it's me," Azriel answered, "The thought of me reproducing might have scared him,"

You smacked his arm that was around you, hearing him chuckle under you with yoru ear agaisnt his heart beat. It was constant and strong, something that Azriel always was with you. He was the guiding compass when you needed it the most, and it was something that will never change when it came to his love for you.

And in a few months, a new little one will be in the mix for you two to love and guide.

"We'll tell them tomorrow at lunch," Azriel reassured you as you kissed his chest and felt sleep coming over you, you yawned and nodded at his statement, "Once we deal with this situation with Autumn and Spring Court, and then we can focus on our little one coming,"

"Deal," Youe replied, and you two were falling asleep in each other's arms with the hopes of a bright future in your dreams. You remembered turning at one moment in your sleep, on your side in front of Azriel and with his arm around you protectively with his hand on your lower belly with ease.

The End.

Spring Prompt Session

[qoldenskies]

not much of a prompt, but you said you were considering a scenario where post-cw donnie was stuck in solitary and his brothers would be forced to watch and it all ended in bloodshed, and i think you could prbly put this in recorded/broadcasted torture? Big Mama could be the main enemy here, if she wants something from the turtles and figures that hurting one of them would be the best way to do it, and makes the others watch through cameras. unfortunately she chooses donnie and to hurt him in a very personal way. her hotel does not come out intact if it remains standing at all

OH OH OH OH YOU ARE CORRECT YOU ARE COOKING

i originally got that prompt from an anon around like chapter 6-7 time when i mentioned that there are some complications left behind from the fact that donnie being in distress is a genuine trigger for them, which has been compounded by more events in the story (the way theyre already panicking even before they break down the door in chapter 11, and the way both raph and mikey act in 16. i think there's a really interesting dynamic to explore when donnie is triggered by his brothers and his brothers are triggered by donnie being upset, even though they all love each other so much and are trying so hard to make things work)

we never got to have our spring wedding .... BUT ALAS I WILL USE THIS PROMPT HERE BECAUSE ITS HEARTBREAKING!!!! and i get to write them all a little feral as a TREAT. beyond it being solitary i think the point as a method of torture would be to make it really really claustrophobic (smaller than the closet was!) so its going to be EXTRA triggering. fits big mama's love for more underhanded psychological tactics as well, especially since their refusal to say anything would be further punishment towards donnie. little does she know what's about to come to her LMAO

[autisticlancemcclain]

Okay so I haven’t read lance angst in forever and decided to read some and I have just binge read all of the Beauty and the Beast klance au you just made and I absolutely ADORE it!!! It is so amazing and I love it so much!

It did make me curious what the whole ‘rescue’ scene is going to be, is the three people in the family who didn’t want Lance to marry the prince try to save him? Or is it going to go the totally different direction?

Cause I can imagine a scene where the village sees that Lance and Keith are actually going to work out and the family gets worried that Lance is going to try to get revenge on them/the whole village so they try to take Lance away from Keith. Or try to make it so Lance wouldn’t become King when they actually get married!

But anyways yeah I love this story, and how you’ve changed it up a bit so it’s different that the original Beauty and the Beast! Thanks for listening to my rant!

anon i am kissing you for asking. you are the love of my life and the wedding is this spring.

HERE WE GO:

important to remember: lance’s family, although not conventionally, care for him deeply. he struggles to conform to what the town expects and they are scared for him, so they struggle to make space for him in a way that makes him feel loved and included. he can’t keep up with his fathers or brothers on the farm, he gets along with animals better than people (and as such refuses to hunt them, despite his stellar aim), he has no friends because he is an Odd Person, he gets obsessive over small things, he cries all the time, he’s headstrong, he argues with everyone, he’s a klutz, just…so many things. he has skills and they know that but his skills aren’t helpful in the context of the farm. he is, however, helpful in that he can send back money from marrying the prince, and if he’s married to the prince, his family knows he’s safe and cared for in a way they maybe can’t provide for him.

with this in mind it’s obvious that there’s a lot of tension and complication between lance and his family, but lance KNOWS that they love him. take the first chapter with lance and marco, for example. it looks bad and it is bad, and lance is hurt, and marco refuses to help lance do what he desperately wants — go home. but marco isn’t doing it without guilt, and he’s also doing his best to make lance’s transition easier: “You’ve always wanted to live in a castle, right?”. despite the fact that his home life isn’t perfect, lance is in that castle missing his family. he wants his sisters and nieces and nephews and brothers. he wants his mom. they may not understand him but they love him and he knows that, and in that castle with, and i can’t say this enough, NO OTHER PEOPLE, he is going to miss shit like getting hugged, for fucks sake. lance is a touchy person and as close as he and hunk are doing to become hunk is a Literal Block Of Wood, and keith is going to be too closed off to provide any tactile affection for a While.

my plan is that after a few chapters of slowburn and building friendships, lance is going to get all morose and miserable. and keith, who is well beyond whipped at that point, is going to want to help. so one day lance is going to muster the courage to ask to have his family for a visit (“They’ll stay outside! I swear! They’ll have no chance of even seeing you, Keith, please, I missed bothering my brothers so much —”) and keith won’t even come close to denying him.

and because chekhov’s gun is the only thing i’ve got locked and loaded, obviously one of lances family members (probably one of the kids) is going to go wandering inside. and lance is going to try to stop it but it will be Too Late. they’re going to see keith and freak out, and since keith’s freak outs are very scary, it’s going to make the whole situation worse, and they’re going to drag lance back home kicking and screaming and when they come back with with the town and pitchforks.

the gaston of the story is going to be james, i think, and i’m gonna change the story a bit bc i’m gonna spend longer with lance back in town and he’s sullen and furious and desperate to convince everyone that keith is kind and soft and loving, really, and they have him all wrong. which of course does not help his case. but you all know how the rest of the story goes

but yeah!!!! i’m really very excited i love this story too, and changing it was inevitable but it’s been super fun to plan how i’m gonna adapt it!! i’m rly looking forward to writing all the sappy falling in love parts teehee

[veliseraptor]

Generally I remember you for your unmatched vibes. Like, you talk about the unyielding misery of the Yi City arc, and I fully agree but god do you capture it so well while also giving me hope and tenderness and also just. Feelings? I like that there’s always nuance in your stories and complicated emotions and relationships.

Funnily enough, though, for all that your Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan dynamics always immediately spring to mind for me along with your unmatched views on villains & their treatment, for some reason I always remember this incredibly specific line of the summary of one of the installments of Remember This Cold.

“Enough waiting. It’s time for a wedding.”

I guess it’s also because that line is reminiscent of the vibe I get from your works? Like most of the time there’s an oppressive feeling of misery and tragedy that pervades the narrative and you’ve made me cry a lot with your Xue Yang angst but in those fics that are fix-its, it’s like, there’s always this hope in the end, that in this unrelenting misery we have each other, that we’re gonna celebrate and cherish what we do have and not what we don’t despite all the miserable things inside and outside of us. A hope for something better than what we all got (which is why I just love all your villain takes, like yeah yeah I know the world is complicated and it’s never as simple as all that but at my heart I just want people to love and be loved and for no one to have to continuously get hurt.)

specifically for that line, I just love how it says to me, “all right, enough of all this. We’ve been through a lot and we’re going to go through a lot in the future. Let’s set it all aside to have something happy for once, and by god are we going to enjoy it and make the most of it.”

idk if I explained this well, but hopefully it made some kind of sense because I really really love your works. That line really just randomly pops into my head whenever, especially when I’m thinking of my favourite trope of characters in general finding hope and solace from themselves & their bonds with each other & generally just trying to find something better for themselves and those they love.

thank you for all of this, anon! it means a lot to me.

there was a period of time when I was younger where I wrote a lot of...really bleak fiction (both original and non) that was very much "everything is awful forever" and I feel like you can chart some of my emotional growth when that shifted toward me being a little more interested in leaving at least an open door for some kind of hope, however small and broken it might be.

not that that's a thing for everyone - the other thing is not a sign of emotional immaturity - just that for me personally I think there was something going on for me emotionally/mentally there that I had to sort through, and it was healthier for me personally once I did.

(not that I don't still love the bleak everything is awful forever sometimes, I really do.)

but yeah. it's important to me at this time and place, at least, that people who suffer don't have to suffer forever, and sometimes life is taking the bright moments and holding onto them for as long as they last.

[doodle-pops]

Unforgivable

Maglor x reader

Request: Oh oh, can I have some angst with my baby Maglor. I know this troupe is overdone but I love it so, a Maglor x fem! reader where he departs Valinor and leaves his wife behind. Maybe he begs her to come along? I'm excited to see what you'll create, thank you 💕💕 - Anon

A/N: Oh boy did I enjoy writing this! As you said, I wanted to take a different spin on the usual troupe and make it a lot darker. Our magpie is far from sweet and charming here. Turned out his skillful voice has other usage aside from singing.

Warnings: manipulation, Maglor being cunning and deceitful, mentions of blood (lots of times because it's a kinslaying), weakminded reader, heavy angst

Words: 1.1k

Synopsis: Vows were never meant to be broken and Maglor would ensure you fulfilled yours.

“So you’re not following?”

“Why should I? I don’t have a reason for needing to leave my home behind.”

“…So you’re simply going to forget about us then? All the promises we made!”

Falling silent, you knew he was right. You gave him your words, your vow, on your wedding day. It wasn’t the first time he dangled them over your head like some unforgettable prized object. As his spouse, it was your duty to follow him until the end, to stand at his side through all his rights and some wrongs. You were a married couple, and a relationship was hard work in progress— always learning about one another as time flew by. So, this was simply another hurdle in your life you needed to overcome. All he was doing was motivating you and providing the missing support to win. Once again, he was proving to you that you needed him, you couldn’t survive on your own without him. He was your stability.

“Makalaurё, I…I—” you bit your lips as you felt the tears growing the building pressure. His stare, erratic breathing, the crimson coating his silver blade which twinkled under the torches, his sternness, his everything. It all made your heartstrings tug towards guilt. How could you possibly tell him you didn’t need or want to be with him anymore?

We are soulmates Y/N, you can’t be without me. We have to be, so come with me.

Gasping as you heard his voice in your head being whispered like a dainty flower dancing in the spring breeze, you looked up to meet his hopeful eyes glowing in the dark. While they appeared hopeful to you, underneath was a loose and crazed nér. A nér that was ready and capable of dragging you off whether you wanted to come with him or not. He couldn’t be without you, not when you were his entire life and the air that he breathed. You walking away meant death for him and he wasn’t ready for that. There was an oath to fulfil.

“Makalaurё, I don’t know. I don’t have a reason to leave Araman behind,” you begged in accordance to reason with him. Your throat was closing up as though wire was wrapped around it, tightening with every second you doubted.

Shaking his head and stepping forward, his bloodied right hand reached out to touch your clean, unblemished skin and tugged you closer. His grip remained on your upper arm, firm and secure, while his eyes blazed with the eternal flames. But those flames were doused by the coolness of his soothing fëa, brushing against your own. It felt like the cool rain on a spring day Manwë would bless the earth with. But you also saw the passion and his desire to have you with him at all times, and his voice portrayed the rawness, “Yes you do, me! You will never leave me, you are not to ever leave me. You need to be at my side, to keep me going. I will not leave you behind.” The growls and trembles in his tones raised the goosebumps on the back of your neck and down your arms. His words of passion and fire penetrated your heart and fёa unlike the many times before.

The hand that gripped your upper arm, trailed higher until it cupped your cheeks, sweeping a trail of blood across the perfect white you adorned yourself in. Moving in closer, he breathed in your scent of fear and stored it in the deepest parts of his memory. The sword in his left hand remained locked within his cold fingers as it rose to rest behind your back for a hug. Your face buried into his sturdy cerise armour, now being painted with the blood of the innocently fallen. “You know you need me darling…and you know I need you as well,” he cooed in despondency and hurt, but the tightening of his arms around your shoulders did not.

“Makalaurё…but my family, the people…”

“Shhh, worry not about them. Your family is us— you and I, remember? We’re married, you and I, that’s all that matters.”

You were still smaller than him. Noldor he was and ever so giant their race was, you felt like a child being consoled in his arms.

His melodious and poisonous voice poured into your ears and corrupted the very fibre of your being. Moulding your moralities and standards to match his and become dependent. It was like a spider leading it's prey into a web. . .of lies or the sweet honey bee being drawn in by the perfumed scent of a deadly flower, masked by it's beautiful parade. Standing your ground was never an ability you were capable of portraying, not when your sweet and loving husband was there to speak for you. He would take the lead as he always did, your knight in shining armour. Though, it didn’t matter if it was bathed in blood at the moment.

“…If I go with you, everything would be better and we’d be a family, right? No more killing?” peering up at him with your doe eyes, your tears brimming were your lashes.

Exhaling, he looked down at you and lifted your chin to meet his determined stare, “I promise. This was just an accident, you know we didn’t mean to do this. I told you before, I’m sorry, yes?”

You nodded your head once slowly, then twice before it broke out into multiple rapid nods. Feeling a tear cascading down your cheeks, you reached to wipe it away but he beat you to the action. Smearing more blood across your face, he removed the crystal that stained. “Okay. I just don’t want anything horrendous to happen again. We are leaving Araman for a better life,” you supposed.

Needing to complete your statement with the ultimate act of reassurance, he pulled away from you and dragged his crimson hand down to your wrist, tugging. Granting you the smile that you first fell in love with upon first sight, he tenderly pulled you along the flooded street of lifeless bodies to the docks. It appeared as though a tsunami plumaged the city and all along with it, destroying the stunning iridescent silver and pearls, the blues and green of the ocean and pinks of the sunset. Nevertheless, none of that mattered as Makalaurё led you through the streets with honey in his smile and the future in his eyes. “As long as you come with me, all that you wish for between us, will be. If you just follow me,” he artfully whispered.  

You could have sworn you saw a halo around his head as he fed you hollow promises and guile. And you followed him with an optimistic, mindless beam, swaying along and dancing to the tune of his untruthful song. Like an aimless flower, swaying in whatever direction the wind may blow it, he carried you along. From the depths of the city to the root of the evil, he led you into darkness and misery; footsteps blindly trailing and leaving behind all good things to the greatest mistake you had ever made.

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[marshmallowprotection]

As in his AE, Saeran drops some cough hints about marrying MC and a honeymoon, how soon after do you think they would actually get married? (This is such an open question I know, but ;; >.<)

If you ask me, the first time you meet GE Saeran in the garden, that right there is a proposal of sorts. It is a promise. If you want him and you're willing to give him a second chance, he proposes to be in your heart, every season of your life, and he'll love you anew like the flower in your promise of happiness does each spring.

If you want to have a more overt proposal, then yes, we can gesture at the interaction right at the start of the RAE where Zen spits out his water and Yoosung is just as surprised as he is.

Marriage or not, Saeran considers your relationship to be eternal. It doesn't matter if you have it inked on paper or not, this is a bond that won't be shaken by anyone. But, he knows that he'd love to marry you and having it on paper and with a ring in hand would be lovely. It's not a big deal to him, though. He's not in a rush. You have your entire lives to get married! So, him being this casual about it makes sense to me.

I still felt my soul leave my body when he said it outright, though. If it weren't the laws of the game script holding me back, I'd have hugged him and knocked him down while we became a mess of giggles right in front of everyone and they just—sigh.

Anon, I don't know when the wedding will take place for sure, but I can tell you it will happen as soon as things calm down. You and him go on a trip for six months after the events of the After Ending, and it felt like a honeymoon without the wedding. So, I think you'd start the planning process for your wedding after that. You're pretty much in a wedded relationship without the rings by that point.

All you're missing is the ceremony at that point. So, uh, anything after that six months is golden. Wedding prep can take a few months for a lot of people, so I'd say the wedding would happen around a year and six months after the After Ending, IF you want a big wedding. If you're in the mood for something smaller, that's just a matter of making the plans to hold it when your friends can plan ahead for the event.

I'd say the quickest you could get married after that all that would be a single month. But, you could get a lot of mushy leverage out of the time where you're engaged, too. I guess it depends on you and how you feel about it since Saeran is ready to go at all times.

[radiant-reid]

Omg after anon mentioned Spencer crying at his wedding,,, now all I can think about is what his wedding would be like. I’m thinking super small, maybe outdoor in the springtime with a woodland feel. Do you have any scenarios/ideas on what it would be like?

I did do a couple of other posts on this but I have no idea where they are. Also prefacing this by saying that I think Spencer would let his fiancé have control of the wedding plans, these are my ideas of what he would do (as if he was having a wedding by himself) so if they’re totally not what you like, just know that he’d let you do whatever you wanted

I think relatively small, he doesn’t have a lot of family or childhood friends to invite. His guest list is mostly made up of the BAU and a couple of professors at colleges he’s gotten close to during his talks. I think he’d opt to have kids there and have Michael be his ring bearer

If we’re talking about BAU members, I like to think he got married in season 8 because it means he knows Alex and she could be there with his mom. Of course Emily would fly in from wherever she is. Rossi is the officiant since he’s a word man, Hotch and Morgan best men ?? because they’re all so close and Hotch is like his dad and could make the most beautiful speech about love but Morgan would have his bachelor party the best one ever

He wouldn’t want to get married in the peak of summer or winter because of the temperature issues and he’d maybe steer away from the dates in spring when it’s known to rain

I could see it being outdoors, like a wedding archway in the woods with cute seats around. Or a winery/vineyard with a gorgeous view of rolling green hills. Maybe an indoor venue because they have some very pretty greenhouses or he’d love to get married in a library/museum. I don’t see his preference being getting married on a beach or in a church