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[pyschologicalrocketgirl]

an ode to hope (and other funny things)

“Everything's going to be fine, please don't freak out.” Nancy starts to say, which causes Will’s eyes to widen.

“That’s…not really reassuring, you know that right?”

Nancy huffs a laugh, “Yeah, it isn’t, sorry.” He hears shifting through the receiver, and he thinks maybe that's all she's planned to say. 

“Mike’s in the hospital.”

Will sucks in an involuntary breath, letting the air back out, shaky. He nods repetitively, a little numb as he tries to process, before realizing Nancy can’t see him.

“Okay.” He aims for level but his voice cracks mid-way. He’s almost whispering, “Is- he okay?”

Mike's in the hospital, which kickstarts a drive to Boston for a worried Will as he thinks about Mike, the past, and love, all while conveniently held up by New York traffic.

[murdockbarnes]

you'll have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

pairing: eloise bridgerton x fem!reader

summary: eloise bridgerton has successfully chased away a flurry of lady's maids. has she finally met her match?

wordcount: almost 3k

warnings: fluff, angst, no happy ending. 18+ minors do not interact. nothing explicit, but still.

A/N: eloise is aged up in this, around 24. partly inspired by this gorgeous artwork and good luck babe by chappell roan.

i try not use y/n in my fics but i started writing this over two years ago and a good chunk of it was already written using y/n, so i am just too lazy to change it now. sorry it that bothers anyone! any feedback would be greatly appreciated. have a great day!

*not edited, all mistakes are mine*

viscount bridgerton was worried. a slew of lady's maids and none were strong willed enough to deal with his storm of a younger sister, eloise. of course, he loved her passion dearly, just not so much when it felt like he had to look for a new lady's maid every other week. the last lady's maid lasted two days. anthony just hoped the new one would last a little longer.

eloise was proud of herself - she had just broken her personal record: two days. in the years since she had made her debut, she had driven away at least 20 lady's maids each year. it wasn't that she enjoyed tormenting them, it was just that she hated society's expectations of her and her sex. she hated the lady's maids on principal, it was nothing personal, even though they did make her life easier. she had thought that anthony would finally give up, so imagine her surprise when she went down to the drawing room only to find her mother sitting with whom she guessed was to be her new lady's maid.

"you must be joking" eloise scoffed.

"eloise-" violet began.

"quite the contrary, ma'am," you began as eloise's eyes once again slid over to yours. "i am to be your new lady's maid. my name is y/n y/l/n."

"don't bother getting too comfortable, miss y/l/n" eloise flashed you a sugary sweet smile before turning on her heel and departing.

the next few weeks saw you exhausted, as eloise did everything in her power to vex you enough to make you quit. but you were determined. each night, after whatever ordeal she had put you through for the day, whether it be going shopping and swiftly disappearing into the crowd, sending you up and down multiple flights of stairs to look for something she had with her all along, or whatever torture she thought of that day, you would smile brightly at her before departing for the night.

that night, right before you closed the doors to her room, you saw her crack, saw her frown. eloise was understandably confused. you should have given up by now, you should have broken and quit. yet, here you were two months into this arrangement. the longest yet. to be really quite honest, eloise was running out of ideas to scare you off.

another ball passed with more judgement from the mamas of the ton. eloise could feel their eyes burning into her back like the power of a thousand suns. she was just exhausted of this constant routine and wished she could escape. and she wanted this blasted dress off her.

you started unlacing the back of the dress, your fingers accidentally brushing her soft skin, goosebumps appearing in their wake. as you brush her hair and see eloise's reflection in the mirror, a prominent frown between her brows, you realise this ball must have taken more of a toll on her for her to be so docile with you. you blow out all candles save one, and even when you exit, eloise is deep in thought in front of the mirror.

hyacinth was debuting this season, and violet swears the effort to find both hyacinth and eloise husbands is taking years off her life. she loves how fierce and passionate her daughters are, but she wished it was easier to find them husbands, as at the end of the day she wants to see them happy with their own little family.

eloise is forced out to promenade with hyacinth, and as always, her lady's maid is to be her shadow. eloise is perturbed to see her so unbothered by her antics. when she crosses the street boldly in front of an oncoming carriage, so does she. when she takes a detour and leaves hyacinth and her own lady's maid behind, she follows. as she looks over her shoulder to see her walking a few paces behind, her foot hits the stump of a tree and she goes tumbling down.

the pain radiates up eloise's leg, and she feels hands on her in seconds. the next moments are a blur and eloise does not remember how she finds herself in her bed, a physician standing at the end of her bed claiming a broken foot, and her mother and youngest sister fretting over her.

"i'm afraid the foot is broken, lady bridgerton," the physician finishes his examination and wraps her foot in a bandage.

"how long will it take to heal, doctor?" violet asks worriedly.

"two to three months, my lady. possibly even more, depending on the severity."

"she'll miss the entirety of the season! maybe even more. can nothing be done?" violet queries. eloise, on the other hand, feels as though her wish of an escape has actually been granted.

"i'm afraid not, she must try to keep her weight off of it as much as she can. there is not much else that can be done, it will take time. maybe the countryside and fresh air will help, away from the busyness of the ton and the social season."

violet does not miss the way her daughter's face lights up. eloise, sensing her mother is about to refuse, speaks up.

"please, mama, i promise i'll be good. i'd be bored to death here anyway. at least at aubrey hall i'd get to enjoy the library." eloise can see the hesitation on violet's face, but she can see the moment she relents.

"alright, but your y/n is going with you."

eloise's smile drops but she knows arguing will just result in her stuck in london. so she agrees ruefully.

it's just you and eloise in the carriage on the way to aubrey hall, the rest of the bridgertons busy with the social season. you help eloise to her room, making sure she is comfortable before leaving to go make arrangements for dinner.

the short walk up the stairs to eloise's room that she insisted on staying in took a lot more out of her than she expected. her foot really was in a bad condition, that was true, but not bad enough that she would need to supervised at night too, she thought.

she's just settled into bed with a book after you helped her get ready for bed after dinner, when you walk into the room again, this time in a nightgown of your own, and a thin rolled up mattress, pillow, and sheets in hand.

"i'll be fine for the night, you can go," eloise says, briefly looking up from her book, slightly irritated.

"i'm sorry, miss bridgerton," you begin, already setting up your sleeping area for the night. "but i'm under strict instructions from the dowager viscountess and the viscount. i am to constantly be by your side, should you need anything, and that means sleeping in the same room as you."

you see as the irritation begins to bleed into her face, brows closer together, a slight frown on her lips.

"can't you just tell them you did and not actually sleep here? i'd quite like some privacy."

"my apologies, miss bridgerton, but i can't. i take my job and my duties to you and your family very seriously. i wouldn't do anything to jeopardise the trust your mother and brother have placed in me."

"i do not care about any of that! i just want a moment's peace from you!" eloise bursts out, red splotches high on her face. she makes a move to get out of bed but the pain in her leg flares up. within seconds, you are by her side, warm, gentle hands carefully positioning her foot back on the pillow.

"i'm afraid i have to disappoint you, miss. but i'm here to stay."

days in the countryside slipped into a routine. you would wake up first, prepare breakfast for eloise, along with a book. you'd get her ready for the day, and then station her by the large windows, refuse her when she wanted to walk around, and help her should she rebel anyways.

you confused eloise. why had you still not budged? and despite your stubborn moments, why did you always otherwise treat her with gentleness? here, in the countryside with less people around, she had seen you smile more. your hair was in a slightly looser updo, and your usual uniform not as strict. more than a few times, eloise found herself looking much too closely at you.

last night for instance, when you came back with your bedding after getting eloise ready for bed, in a thin, worn shift that hung loosely off your frame. the fire illuminated your silhouette through the thin shift as you stood facing it, getting ready for bed. eloise found her concentration completely off her book, a funny feeling in her chest. she could feel her cheeks heating up and her heart beating faster. she had never felt like this before, this flustered. she only prayed the candlelight was dim enough for you to be unable to make out the blush she was sure was on her face.

it confused her even further. being the analytical person she was, she read into every look, every touch. did she leave you as flustered as you did her? did you also feel this shortness of breath, this disappearing heartbeat?

she feels your fingers gently run through her scalp. everything feels different since that night. she can't help but try to look for clues, discern your expressions, your emotions, feelings. did you also feel this foreign feeling? she had bathed with the help of many a ladies' maids, but why does it suddenly feel so intimate? as though baring her unclothed body to you was akin to baring her heart out flat? the thought terrified and thrilled her at the same time, that you might truly see her, understand her and her feelings better than anyone.

the lukewarm water trickles down eloise's back as you gently move her hair and run the washcloth over her shoulders. you're kneeling by the bathtub, steadfastly refusing to make eye contact with eloise even though you feel her eyes on you. you switch to focus on washing her legs next, taking precaution to be extra gentle with her healing foot. your mind has just drifted to the thought about how intimate giving a simple bath to your employer can be if you harbour specific feelings for them, when eloise's hand, warm from the bath, wraps around your wrist. you finally make eye contact, and the desperation and emotions you find in her eyes knocks the breath out of you.

warm, wet hands cup your face gently, and you feel drawn to wherever they are pulling you to. you wait with bated breath, afraid that she'll stop, afraid that you would stop feeling her breath on your face, noses a hair's width apart. instinctively, your eyes close, and then you feel the softest pair of lips you've ever felt on yours. the perfume from her bathwater clouds your senses as her lips run over yours a little clumsily, but the hunger in the kiss makes up for it. you have never felt this kind of unadulterated desire in any other kiss before.

you kiss back with the same amount of hunger, tongue running over the seam of her lips, silently asking her to grant you permission, and she does. your fingers sink into damp hair, the feel of which you know all too well, as hers map the curves of your face and neck, and dare to go lower. a finger runs against your collarbone, taking advantage of the first few buttons undone and splaying against your sternum. you let her pull you into the bath with her, uncaring of your dress getting wet. when she further unbuttons your dress, you don't protest, letting her hands explore.

when you pull away after what feels like hours, there is a soft smile on her face, unlike her usual smirk, blush high on her cheeks and lips swollen, hair damp and skin glowing under the lamplight. you have seen her in many situations but you think she has never looked more divine.

things change between you after that. stolen kisses and casual touches behind closed doors, not a moment out of eloise's bed at night, going to sleep with the feel of her lips on yours, her taste still in your mouth. eloise grows more confident with her touches, no longer hesitant to mess up your appearance during your stolen moments, her hands slipping beneath the hem of your shift. as her foot heals little by little, she shows you further into the estate, taking any chance she can to leave your lips swollen and your cheeks hot. everything is so picture perfect that you are afraid of the bubble bursting when you do have to inevitably return back to ton.

and, inevitably as predicted, it does. the season ends with eloise's foot still on the mend, but her family's return to the countryside, while she finds that a joyous prospect, means distance between you both. still, it's not bad, you two still get to spend most of your time together, and you both master the art of stolen moments. it is not until the next season rolls around that the bubble is well and truly shattered.

a suitor starts pursuing eloise earnestly, and eloise doesn't seem entirely opposed to the idea. you know she was still trying to get over penelope's marriage to her brother, and the end to their future plans of spinsterhood. the spiral it sent her on had caused a rift between the both of you, but there was nothing you could do to bridge the distance, no matter how hard you tried; eloise had retired to her thoughts ever since.

eloise spent less time with you, and you found yourself spending more time with her footman, john, in an effort to distract yourself when thoughts of eloise consumed you entirely. john was a good man, he made you laugh and forget your problems with eloise, if only for a moment.

eloise walks into the drawing room and finds her mother and you, so reminiscent of that first day. instead of irritation or apprehension this time, her chest fills with knots. she hasn't spoken to you properly or spent time with you in weeks. she was too preoccupied in her own thoughts and refused to let you in. you won't meet her eyes now and the heavy feeling keeps growing heavier. you feel worlds apart. she never meant for the distance to happen.

"oh, eloise dear, come here," violet exclaims. "oh this is most wonderful news. y/n is getting married!"

"i- what?" shock colours eloise's voice. "to whom?"

"to footman john. now don't be impolite, eloise, isn't it just marvelous news?"

"yes, marvelous indeed." she chokes on the words, the fear of losing you coming to life. she was so scared, preoccupied with wallowing in her spinsterhood without pen, that she pushed you away. she feels her throat start to close up. "excuse me, mama, i just remembered i have to do something."

you watch with worried eyes as eloise departs, and follow after her, seeing if she needs anything. after all, that is what your job is, and it was stupid of you to think you that your relationship with her, whatever it may have been, could ever amount to anything more.

when you walk into her room, you see eloise pacing around, clutching her chest, tears streaming down her face.

"i do not want to see you right now." hurt colours her tone.

"eloise, i-"

"you do not get to call me that! you do not get to shatter my heart and then call me that."

"what do you want me to do, eloise? you cannot expect me to sit around waiting for you while you search for a suitor for yourself." you burst out, tears of your own now making a path down your cheeks. "you can't expect me to chaperone your promenades with suitors, bear that hurt. you cannot expect that of me. not when you don't want to give us a chance, not when you don't want to give us a future."

"i- that is not true."

"if that is not true, then tell me what i am to you. tell me that you are not considering marriage with any of your suitors. how long will you keep denying yourself love, deny what you and i are? marrying any of these men will not solve anything, even though i know you think it will. i love you, eloise, i gave my entire heart to you. can you say it back?" you have moved closer to her, eyes pleading with her to respond.

but she doesn't, turns away from you. "i can't, you know i can't."

you never thought words could hurt this much. the sting of tears is still fresh when you see eloise for the last time. "then this is goodbye, eloise. i hope you manage to find happiness."

when sir phillip kisses her at the altar, her mind drifts to her last kiss, a few years ago now. the ghost of soft lips on hers, feathering light kisses across her cheekbones and eyes, of lips curving into a gentle smile against hers. she feels the wrongness of this one, the stubble rubbing against her chin, slightly rough lips. but she'll drown herself on it nonetheless, choke on it until it erases her memories from her mind, takes with it that fateful final day. she can't turn back time, so she'll settle for this, the ghost of a soft kiss and gentle arms around her.

[beescrafting]

Alone

SO YOU ALL HAVE SEEN THE NEW ALONE COD SKIN RIGHT!?

the one which is a mix of Ghost, Price, Farah, Alex, Gaz, and Soap.

I wonder if Alejandro and Rudy are in this skin too- I hope so, all the boys together (poor Laswell having to try and deal with this tho)

That guy (he is adorable)

How do you all think they fused together?

I think like it was during a mission and shit went wrong, like when everyone chose to become the ghost when they went after Graves.

I think like some shit went down and ghost while carrying Soap and (MAYBE) Gaz on his back as they ran for cover were hit with something which caused them to fuse together first.

And during this time when it was happening Price, Farha and Alex found them and lets just say they joined the hive mind.

My brain just loves the idea that while ghost is close to passing out as the fusing (which is horrible and painful leading to his blacking out state) recalls when they were having that meeting where its pretty much the main line that I wanna focus on:

"We do this together, we aren't ALONE" (or something like that I'm paraphrasing here.)

AND like he blacks out at the alone bit before slowly regaining his brain, or really THEIR brain, (they can't go by he/him or she/her pronouns not when they are literally multiple people!) and all they can say is

"Our... name... is alone..." before beating the shit outta an enemy or something.

aNYWAY- thats my ted talk and idea on this whole skin, expect some fan art soon because I am in love with the skin and honestly need to post my own art more. Here's a sneak peak:

Horrible quality i know... I'll take a better photo once I'm done.

[acediscowlng]

do you ever think about the absolute culture shock of edwin "book nerd" payne missing the most of modernism and post-modernism. cause i do. i think about that a lot.

just. think about edwin encountering The Waste Land for the first time and finding it very moving and reflects his own experiences very well, but also finding that very weird because like??? yes, the nihilism is great and all, he's never felt more Seen in his life, but he's also been to hell and what do you mean an entire generation of writers apparently just get what that feels like????

[yagmurbodrum-blog]

[talesfromopenpages]

I'm so absolutely stoked to be a small part of the newest issue of Mahogany Journal. My creative nonfiction piece about food and family and grief is being featured in issue 5 titled Rojak, which is now out!

This was an incredibly personal piece to write, and a huge thank you to the editors at the journal for their help in refining it. It's also thought me a little more about my editing process, and I'm hopeful this will be a positive sign of things to come!

You can grab a copy of the journal here.

[themoonstonechronicler]

tiny writing exercise i did below the cut. i might try to do these somewhat regularly? its an ara drabble

because the sun was in her ribcage when she was young

because she watched the birds flying, and flowers growing, and rivers glistening from her window, and she did not understand. she hummed and combed her hair and skipped around her room, not understanding why her tutors wore iron chains on their belts or why they eyed her nervously

the tutors told her not to listen to the whispers, and though she protested that the whispers only wanted to help, the tutors said they would mislead her. and harm would come to the city because of it.

the whispers chanted "join us, come dance, spill your sunlit blood and voice on existence, and we will sing eternal"

she stopped listening to them eventually, because she did not understand. even though she did not understand. her thoughts were still so foggy. everything seemed cloudier lately. her tutors got mad when she didnt understand their teachings, and she cried, and her tears flared, and singed the table

autumn and winter were hard for her. she couldnt get out of bed, could barely think. at least her thoughts werent so loud then. they didnt clutter. but she didnt know if it was worth it; it was snowy and rainy, and she was cold. the emptiness in her chest got heavier then. it seemed like it had been getting heavier for so long

did she understand? she wasnt sure. what the tutors said didnt make sense, but she believed it. she had to. she had to stay in the room. everyone said so. except for the whispers, but she barely registered those anymore. even her friend said so. he loved her, she understood.(?) but he knew. he was different from her, and they were different from everyone else. the sun was in her ribcage, and the storming sky was in his

why couldnt she cry anymore. why couldnt she bleed anymore. why couldnt she sing anymore. where was the color. where was the light, where was the music. she knew every notch and scuff in the stones of the room. she knew what the chains on her tutors belts were for. she knew why she thought wrong

everything was so cloudy now, but as she curled up on the windowsill, watching the birds with dull eyes, she understood.

[nonokoko13]

I think male/gender neutral reader x Marito is necessary. I'm totally okay with female ones but that man is fruity as hell (just like the rest) so I'm surprised there are none yet. I also think this man is kinda dom bottom / versatile if you ask me but I have yet to find people who think the same (´･-･`)

[revenancy]

the linden game || ex. 1

I kneel behind the painted wood, set the rifle on the ground, and raise my empty hands into the air. “I’m unarmed, Weller. You fucking coward.” “Like I trust you, Sedger.” An offended scoff, above me. Bray drops down between a pair of thick, high branches in the lintree we picked as shelter, and he brushes broad leaves from broad shoulders, rolling his neck until it pops. “Ara tell you to shoot me?” “Always.” “You going to?” “Not sure yet.” I lean back on my heels and measure him up, trying to figure out how he got into those branches in the first place. He’s a head taller than me, and he’s got to be eighteen stone by now, and I’m mainly just amazed the tree didn’t bend under his weight and throw him out entirely.

THE LINDEN GAME taglist;

@space-writes

[awriterlivinginaconstantdream]

Just Let Me Hold You While You Sleep

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x daughter!OC

Just a little drabble about Johnny and his adopted daughter

If you listen to the song while reading it will an amazing experience. Trust me.

Words : 1.3k

He held her softly in his arms rocking her gently as the sound of her breathing softly filled his ears like a sweet melody. He cradled her as her mouth formed a small smile, rubbing circles on her back soothingly, looking at his daughter so lovingly. He adored the way she fit so perfectly in his arms. Her tiny body radiating trust and warmth from her slumber, she snuggled against him as her eyebrows furrowed adorably. His large arms were the perfect pillow for her head, large enough she could rest on them and soft enough to fall asleep on them, strong enough so she knew that he would not let her fall and if she did, he would catch her. 

She wasn’t his blood, but he would give her everything. She was not his blood, but he loved her as if he birthed her himself. She was not his blood, but she was a good as. All these thoughts raced through his head as he watched her sleep calmly and soothingly. He could feel her heart thumping against her chest as she held one hand on to his shirt for dear life. He had one arm cradling her and one hand holding her other free hand playing with her soft little fingers. He leaned back never letting go so her head could rest on his chest, she sighed softly, a deep breath leaving her body. He watched her sleep as the rain pattered away on the windows. The serenity of it all was just so perfect. He readjusted her body so her feet could also rest on the couch, they twitched at the movement. His little girl in his arms. So cute. So peaceful. He could not tell that this is the same little girl that annoyed him and disobeyed at all hours of the day because now she was silent and running around in dreamland. His heart could not handle the way she sometimes snorted in her sleep or even mumbled. She looked adorable, all snuggled up against him. His gentle breathing keeping hers steady. ‘I can’t believe she fell asleep on me like this,’ he thought to himself annoyed, but he would not have it any other way. He would not change a single thing about this moment. Not one thing. Nothing could take her away from him. He would do anything to protect her, even herself if necessary.

He closed his eyes and began to remember all their moments. ‘She always knew how to make me smile,’ he thought, ‘Even when I couldn’t bring a new game or album she wanted.’ ‘She also knew how to grind my gears and annoy me’ he chuckled softly. She truly was like a puppy. A puppy that would one day grow up and achieve many remarkable things. There was one memory, it shined brighter than others like a star on the darkest night. Just like she does, even now in her sleeping form.

It was a Sunday afternoon, the sun was casting a gentle golden glow on the street, the sky littered with purple and pink clouds as the day ended. The trees wafting in the warm breeze. He was on leave from base for two weeks after getting an injury to his shoulder. Just a torn muscle, nothing incredibly major. It just meant he was not able to perform his duties. He came back to his daughter waiting for him with a stupid, massive grin on her face. Her hair looked a little wild, but craziness aside she threw her small arms around him and hugged him tight. There was only a handful of times your dad was allowed home when he was working in one of the most dangerous task forces in the world. She was proud but that did not mean she did not miss him. She held on to him for as long as possible, never letting go even as he was trying to walk into the house, tiny feet scurrying along with his. He felt loved and wanted whenever he walked into his home. It was the smile that she gave him that made risking his life worth it. Just like any father, he would bring the moon to see his little girl smile. Even though, she was not his. She made every drill, every mission, every gunshot, every near-death experience worth it. Because it was worth seeing her smile and come running to him every time he got back. His injury did not change the way she saw him, it just meant that she could not climb all over him without trying to hurt him. She did go on an adventure in their house looking for his weapons that he had at home. A wonderful back and forth between doing chores and schoolwork. Running up and down, left, and right, looking for these weapons (he never kept them in the house). He did have to be harsh with her so she wouldn’t do anything that could cause her harm. “If you find anything, don’t use it unless I’m around,” he told her. “Don’t run around with it. Don’t put your finger on the trigger. Don’t try and steal it either because I will know.,” he added sternly. “Aye Aye captain.,” she joked in return, aware of her father’s dream of being a captain. He was not impressed, ‘She’s not taking me seriously, is she?’ he thought to himself. It was times like this he wanted to cherish and keep in his mind forever. Hopefully, before he dies moments like this can flash before his eyes.

Before he realised, he cries softly into her snuggled form. Tears flowing down lovingly as he held her tighter. It pained his heart to even think about her leaving. Even now, she remained asleep, never moving, and never changing. She was the key to keeping his boots on the ground, wherever he went, he knew that his daughter would be waiting for him, waiting to tell him all the amazing and wonderful things that happened at school. The wonderful memories she made with her friends, all stockpiled waiting for him. 

She tumbled out of her slumber and sleepily looked at her father as he sobbed quietly into her hair. She wrestled her arms free from being tightly secured against his body and wrapped them tightly around his chest. Hugging him back and tried to calm him down as he silently sobbed in her hair. She moved so she could wipe his eyes with the pads of the fingers. He looked up and let her continue wiping away his tears. “Don’t be sad, dad.,” she told him softly. He teared up again at these words, but she wiped them away before he could start the waterfalls again. To cheer him up, she covered his eyes with her hands and then uncovered them. Peekaboo! She did this repeatedly while he chuckled as remnants of tears fell down his cheeks. He still held her in his arms as she acted playfully. “Stop it, you’re going to kill me.” he remarked. She continued the game till she was sure he was no longer upset. “Why were you upset? Did I do something wrong?” she asked. 

“No, I just had a lot of feelings, holding you.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re too young to understand what I mean right now.”

“You can tell me.”

“I just want you to stay.” he spoke. It was only six words and to him it might as well have been a novel of emotions. “But I am right here?” she wondered; she was very confused at what he meant. Was it in the literal sense? Was it in a ‘I don’t want you to grow up’ kind of way? Or was it a ‘don’t leave before I do’ kind of way? Even in her confused state, she looked at him and smiled fondly. He could tell behind her eyes that she didn’t know what he meant and to him, maybe that was a good thing, that smile was his reason to stay, the same way when the sun shines, all the colours in the world begin to bloom.

They both just wanted to stay.

[throughpatchesofviolet]

me and you

Oh my gosh ... one of the legendary Rara asks in my inbox ...! /lh /pos

We are sitting so cozy together ~

[halfblood-princes-crown]

NEW OC ALERT!

I present: Eileen Prince and Abraxas Malfoy’s daughter

Name: Ara Malfoy

Blood status: Pureblood

House: Slytherin

Sexuality: lesbian

Best subjects: Dark arts & transfiguration

Patronus: Husky

Tw: mentions of abuse and, talks of abortion, and pregnancy

Backstory:

Before Eileen or Abraxas had gotten married, they were very close. Very close. A couple months before his arranged marriage with a talented witch by the name of Allisa Lenora, Abraxas was informed by Eileen that she was pregnant. He loved her, and neither of them wanted to terminate the pregnancy, but they didn’t know what else to do. Eileen got distant after this and Abraxas assumed it was because of the emotions and the circumstances, but in reality, she had decided to keep the pregnancy.

During the course of the pregnancy, she had met Tobias Snape. He seemed great at first, pulling her in with his rugged charm and promises of stability. They got married pretty quick and that’s when his true intentions broke light. His abuse started to stress her out, making her sick and making the pregnancy that much harder. When she finally gave birth to Ara, she made the hard decision to give her to someone else to spare her growing up in the abusive household, but it was someone she trusted. Minerva McGonagall.

Minerva took Ara in and kept her for three months, before Dumbledore had convinced her that Ara would be better off with her father. Minnie wasn’t excited about the idea, but she took the baby to the manor anyway, and was surprised to see nothing but love in Abraxas’s eyes as she told him that Ara was his daughter. Allisa, being the queen she is, immediately suggested they take her in, wanting Abraxas to be with his daughter.

Ara became the newest resident of Malfoy manner where her little half-brother, Lucius, was born a year later, and she grew up hearing stories of her mother, the talented Eileen Prince.

[murdockbarnes]

I can see you

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

summary: based on I can see you by taylor swift on sntv

wordcount: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact. I DO NOT SUPPORT JKR IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. forbidden romance, coworkers with benefit, switch!james and switch!reader, handjob, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex.

A/N: this song is so sexy i just had to. this was written in a hurry so forgive me if it's shitty.

any feedback would be greatly appreciated, but reblogs are especially helpful. have a great day!

*not edited, all mistakes are mine*

they brush past each other in one of the many hallways in the ministry of magic, chasing different leads a few months into their training year as new aurors.

it was exciting, as jimston offered them complicated cases and allowed them to work them out on their own, as most training aurors wouldn't let them out in the field so early.

but jimston had one strict rule: aurors training under him could not date during their year of training.

and well, that was quite unfortunate wasn't it? training under jimston as new aurors allowed them to see sides of each other they had not seen at hogwarts, given how different their social circles ran. james was smart as a whip and her shy exterior hid something that called to james' mischievous self. the tension was palpable whenever they were in each other's vicinity.

jimston had paired them up to work most cases together, so they sat sneaking glances day after day at desks facing each other, in a small room with two other aurors.

it was innocent at first, shy glances and shier smiles, arms brushing as they walked, joking and laughing getting to know each other, and late nights working together. everything was professional, despite how hard it got progressively.

it all came to a head one night when they were working late on a case looking for leads, the little workroom empty save for them. jackets off, shirts unbuttoned in an effort to get more comfortable in the stuffy office. james' unruly hair even moreso after running his fingers through it in frustration. she was distracted a while ago when he rolled up his sleeves, his arms on display. oblivious to the effect he was having on her, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, her eyes following the patch of skin coming uncovered. james voice calling her name snapped her out of her haze, and as her gaze met his, darkened eyes meeting darker ones, he knew it was all about to change.

and the rest was history.

which is how james found himself pressed against the wall in a small storage closet a few months into their arrangement, his glasses fogging and her hand over his mouth while she pumped his cock with the other. her lips trailed over his jaw and neck as she increased her pace, grip tightening every time it came close to his tip. the combined sensation of her lips and hand had james reeling, moaning and whining into her hand as he got closer and closer to the edge. he was dizzy in the dim room, as the cloud of her perfume engulfed him. his eyes rolled as white hot pleasure overtook him, electrifying every nerve in his body as she whispered praises into his ear, her pace frantic now. he came all over her hand, her lips trailing his jaw to his mouth, now free and panting heavily. the kiss was all teeth and tongue, intense and quick. it had to be, their absence would surely be noticed by now.

distracted by the kiss, the feel of her hair in his hands and flushed skin under his fingertips, he didn't feel her tucking his dick back into his pants and zipping him up. only when she broke away and his lips chased hers did he realise, but he really couldn't find it in himself to care. he still kept holding her close to him, foreheads resting together, pressed against each other.

"oh my god," are the first words to leave james' mouth, making her laugh. "that was so fucking hot. merlin, woman, you are something else."

"come on," she says, "we have that meeting with jimston in a few minutes to discuss that new case." she pecked him once, flashed a smile, and left as quick as she dragged him into the closet.

james would feel her eyes on him when he was across the room, his coffee mug in hand and talking to someone else, and he'd turn away and pretend not to notice, fighting the flush rising up his neck. he'd pretend like he didn't wish to know what went through her head, like he couldn't still feel the feel of her skin on his fingertips, or know her taste. like she hadn't kissed him senseless merely a half hour ago in an unused office after he'd used his fingers and his tongue to make her cum.

or how she'd returned the favour right back, her mouth stuffed full of his cock, hand slick with his spit, fondling his balls.

james apparates outside her door now, hand raised to knock just as it swings open. she steps aside to invite him in, and she can't turn back after shutting the door fast enough before james has a hold of her face and is kissing her, fingers tangling in her hair. she moans into his mouth as his fingers lift her skirt upwards, hands curving over her thighs and hip until it reaches her underwear. his fingers are gentle as they pull it off, a contrast to the desperate way he's kissing her, as though she's his one source of oxygen.

james breaks away and slowly gets on his knees, maintaining eye contact. her back is against her front door, her chest heaving. her hair is messy from his fingers and her shirt unbuttoned; she looks an absolute mess, and james couldn't be prouder. his hands glance over her legs once more before they slowly part her folds, his breath fanning her pubic bone before his mouth makes contact with her clit. james licks and sucks at her clit while his fingers pump in and out of her. her moans and nails scratching his scalp encourage him to go faster, suck harsher until her arousal is dripping down his knuckles and she's clenching around him. he rises, kissing her again and holding on tightly as she weaves a dance around her furniture to her bedroom.

"you drive me absolutely crazy, james potter." she says, pushing him onto the bed and unbuttoning her shirt. "you don't know half the things i want to do to you."

"then show me." is his response as she straddles him, undressing him now. she kisses him deeply as he flips the both of them so that he's on top. she bites his lip and james detaches to give her a mock stern look. at her smile, he smiles back and plants kisses along her neck, drifting down to her breasts as he lines his cock up to her folds. his lips wrap around a nipple just as he pushes in, her chest arching into him. his thrusts are deep, his hands holding hers as she moans and writhes under him. james watches for a while, taking in her flushed skin and rolling eyes, her kiss swollen lips. his lips find her neck again, sucking hard enough to leave bruises. her cunt flutters around his cock, and his pace increases, his thrusts growing choppy as he moans into her ear. james reaches a hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit furiously as he encourages her to let go for him.

"cum for me, love. i've got you." james reassures her, focusing on angling his hips to repeatedly hit that spot inside her that makes her keen. she moans loudly, chest brushing his as her cunt tightens around his cock.

her legs wrap around his hips. "cum in me, james. please." she kisses him, hard, and james thrusts hard a few times before he's coming undone, moaning into her ear.

they're both shuddering from the aftermath of their orgasms, arms still wrapped around each other, bone weary and too tired to move. his fingers stroke her spine, her leg thrown over his, her head on his chest. james really doesn't want to leave. truth be told, he's sure he's addicted, he loses his mind every time her hand brushes against him at the ministry in a meeting, or when her perfume lingers in the room when she's not there. the way her foot brushes against his and the twinkle in her eyes when she looks up at him grinning. there's a pang in his heart when he thinks of this, whatever it may be, coming to an end.

"there's only a month left till our training's over." james starts tentatively. she hums in response. "where does that leave us once it's over? because in case you haven't noticed, i'm kinda addicted to you, sweetheart." it's almost a whisper, the way he says it.

she shifts and leans on her elbow, the better to look at james while she responds. "in case you haven't noticed, jamie, i'm kinda addicted to you too." she smiles. his resounding smile washes over her like the warm rays of sunlight, and she's glad she didn't keep it in any longer. james potter was the sun and she'd gladly have her heart broken if she got the chance to love him.

james kisses her then, soft and sweet and so different to all the ones they'd shared before. his arms wrapped around her, her light snores fill the room, his own not far behind. as sleep clouds his senses, the end of the month and the promise of a possible future looming in his mind can't seem to come fast enough.

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Act II Scene I

“God, this is miserable. Wake me up when it’s over.”

Leona slumped in his chair, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the ornately papered wall, only to jerk upright with a grunt as Ruggie shoved his elbow into his side.

“Oh, no you don’t. This is your shindig, ain’t it?” he hissed, ignoring Leona’s scowl, “Jeez, all you gotta do is smile and dance a little and you’re set for life, and you can’t even manage…”

“I don’t see you rushing onto the dance floor,” Leona snorted, grudgingly sitting upright and gazing out over the room.

To be fair, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. It was kind of interesting having classmates from NRC at his home in the Sunset Savanna. It was under the guise of some sort of cultural exchange summer program, visiting the homelands of every housewarden to gain exposure or build character or some bullshit. Leona hadn’t minded showing some of his less-irritating classmates around. It was almost pleasant, when Falena wasn’t butting his nose where it didn’t belong.

He glanced at Ruggie, who hadn’t answered his last verbal barb, but the boy’s gaze had found Ara again in the crowd. Leona rolled his eyes, trying to hide a smirk. It was a bit amusing seeing Ruggie so smitten and unsure what to do about it. Leona had to admit, it had been nice having Ara around more often. Of the three of them, she was the only one who kept to the dance floor that evening, swapping partners as they requested and adapting easily to the different steps.

“What was the point of this dance anyway?” Ruggie mumbled under his breath, finally tearing his eyes away from Ara and turning them to the nearby buffet table. He’d gone through twice already but he planned on at least a third before he swapped to filling his pockets.

“Who knows. Some diplomatic bullshit, I’m sure.” Leona waved over a servant working at the edges of the crowd and stole one of the glasses from his tray, “Falena said something about visitors from across the sea.”

“Very specific.”

“What? You think I actually listen when Falena opens his big mouth?”

Ruggie snickered, before seeing an approaching figure and making his escape for the buffet table. Leona watched him shove off with mild amusement, ignorant to the danger approaching.

“There you are. Are you truly satisfied putting on this pathetic of a show this evening?”

“Hey, you,” Leona called to the retreating servant again, “Find me something sharp. Maybe if it drive it into my ears I can drown out his voice.”

“Very charming,” Vil replied dryly, hands on hips elegantly draped in an evening gown, “You have a duty you know. It wouldn’t kill you to rub elbows. Who knows, you may even find you enjoy it.”

“I’ll tell you what I’d enjoy: a lobotomy.”

Vil reached out and pinched the fat of Leona’s arm. He yelped and moved to swat him but Vil had already daintily stepped out of range.

“Very well, sit here and look miserable, see if I care,” he said loftily, “It’s just a shame when Ara is meeting so many new and interesting people…”

“The hell do I care what sort of people she meets?” Leona growled, but Vil didn’t answer, giving Ruggie a nod as the other boy returned with a full plate and a roll in his mouth and Vil floated back onto the dancefloor. Bastard.

“What was that about?” Ruggie asked, grinning at the look on Leona’s face. He laughed again, “You look like you swallowed a grub.”

Leona opened his mouth to snarl back, but stopped suddenly. The hair on the back of his neck prickled, and his ears gave a flick, pressing back against his skull.

“Somethings wrong,” he hissed, eyes narrowing. Ruggie froze mid-bite, eyes shifting from face to face in the crowd as he tried to seek out what had Leona’s pelt ruffled. Something was happening at the front of the room, but they were too far away to hear. There was a sudden burst of applause that made him start, nearly jolting his plate from his lap.

Leona stood, lifting his chin to see over the shorter members of the crowd. He could just make out some sort of tall gentleman, with a trim grey beard and shaved head. At his side, a smaller figure, with long blond hair that hung straight over their shoulders.

Turning to try and skirt his way around the edges of the crowd, Leona nearly knocked into a new figure that had slipped silently to his side.

“Damn the gods, Rat!” he hissed to the younger boy, “I swear if Ara doesn’t put a bell around your neck…” He trailed off, sensing a change in the quiet boy that Ara had brought back from the Hive. Normally Rat would have shrunken under Leona’s irritation, muttering apologizes and wilting into the background as quickly as he could. Now though he was silent, amber eyes piercing as he took Leona’s scolding. He looked almost formidable, were it not for his pale pallor and the shaking of his fingers by his side.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Leona demanded, pulling the boy closer by the arm. Ruggie pressed in by his shoulder, listening even while he kept an eye out.

“Thorn,” Rat whispered.

“A thorn? What, you got pricked in the garden?” Leona said with growing frustration, giving the boy a shake. Rat didn’t react: his duty was to protect Ara’s pack and that was what he was doing.

Leona became aware that the music had started again, and for some reason that bothered him. Could no one else feeling the sense of wrongness? Did no one else sense some sort of danger in the wings? He swore again under his breath and returned to his mission of shoving his way to the front of the room.

“Go find Jack and bring him to me,” he ordered Ruggie.

“No, stay here,” Rat interjected, words firm enough to master his stutter. Leona and Ruggie stopped and stared at him. Rat’s face turned red but he did not retract his order.

“…are you drunk?” Leona asked, bewildered that the boy who had the piss scared out of him by his own shadow had dared to not only give an order, but one that directly refuted his own.

Rat opened his mouth to respond, but something distracted him and he snapped his jaw shut, eyes dilating with fear. Leona could smell it coming off him in waves, and he whipped his head around ready to face the terror.

Instead he saw only Ara. Ara and a stranger. The Queen was dancing with the diplomat, a few other somebodies following their lead. But Leona was sure that what had scared Rat was right in front of him, and somehow…

He understood.

The man looked like he wanted to eat her, with eyes that reminded Leona of a leopard who knew it had encroached on a pride’s territory. The two didn’t seem to be speaking, their dance measured and slow. Leona could see the muscles in Ara’s back flex each time the stranger drew her close. She was no longer smiling, her grey eyes locked on the stranger’s green as they slowly circled one another in accordance with the dance. It was as though neither dared look away and give the other a chance to strike.

“Who is that?” Ruggie asked, his own hackles rising, even if he didn’t understand fully why. Sure he wanted to be the one dancing with Ara (not a chance, he had no clue what these damn fancy steps were), but none of the other guys had bothered him like this.

“Thorn,” Rat murmured again. He watched as Thorn dipped Ara, the girl letting her head fall back, exposing her neck. Rat saw it was a Hivechild insult, a ‘you couldn’t slit my throat if you wanted to’, and Thorn knew it to, his grin widening even as his jaw clenched. His hands grew more demanding, moving her more quickly and squeezing her flesh meanly, pushing the edge of what was socially acceptable. He spun her, and leaned to murmur something in her ear, and this time Leona could see her face.

He did not like what he saw.

He was on the dance floor in four strides, breaking the hypnotic connection Ara and this Thorn had fallen into.

“Nice moves. It’d be a shame to keep them all to one girl, yeah?” he said, forcing a sharp grin on his face. He slid a hand down Ara’s arm, smoothly freeing it from Thorn’s grasp and pulling her from his hold. Leona got only a glimpse of a look of disgust on the man’s face, like Leona was nothing but a worm begging a hawk for the time, but it was quickly covered up by a mask of deference.

“Of course, your Highness,” he murmured, voice lower than Leona would have expected, “It is an honor to concede my dance to the prince. Or, no, forgive. A prince.” He straightened again smiling, giving Ara one last unreadable glance before turning to melt back into the crowd.

“Leona…my hand…”

Leona barely heard Ara’s whisper, immediately relaxing the crushing grip he had unknowingly inflicted on her hand. He pulled her to him, cupping her waist and glancing to find what step of the dance they were on before guiding her into movement. For a long moment neither spoke.

“Rat?” she finally asked softly.

“With Ruggie,” he responded in the same tone. He felt her relax slightly, though every muscle in her body still seemed ready to be attacked at any moment. Leona spun her, feeling a brief moment of regret that this was the circumstances under which they were dancing. It wasn’t half bad, to be honest.

“What’s his problem?” he mumbled into Ara’s ear.

“…long story,” she replied.

Somehow, Leona felt that might have been an understatement.

[acediscowlng]

A Tragedy of Unfortunate Coincidences (6476 words) by Mayarenerose Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Genshin Impact Fusion, (you don't need to know anything about genshin for this i promise), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Tragedy Series: Part 28 of Whumptober 2024, Part 9 of DeadboyBoyWeen 2024 Summary:

Charles falls in love with a boy with a golden light in his hands and stars in his eyes.

Edwin falls in love with a boy who was born only to die.

Their fate has, unfortunately, been written in the stars a long time ago.

 Or, in Tsurumi, an island enveloped in an eternal fog, Charles only has a week left to live. Which is a shame, given that he's just met the kindest and most beautiful boy in the whole wide world.

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