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[onlymexsarah]

Burning Flames I || Eris Vanserra

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron!reader Summary: Since you became High Fae there were only two things that scared you: your deadly power and your attraction toward the male you should hate most after Tamlin, Eris Vanserra. Warnings: less Eris than what you might expect, but with the next episode you'll forgive me; and english is not my first language :)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

The first time Eris saw you was at the High Lords meeting. As soon as he had entered the room something flickered in Eris' chest, something warm that made his eyes looking around, a bored look on his calculated face, as he studied where the source of that flicker was. Then, his eyes laid on you, and oh gods if he had to call all his five centuries of practise to keep his breath from catching.

Before his eyes was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. He felt an unknown urge to know your name, your story, what had brought you there. Your eyes were on his father, studying him as the Vanserras had entered the room.

Eris took a second to realize that you were seated between the High Lady of the Night Court and another bautiful female. All three of you looking oddly similar to one another, and it was that moment that he realized who you were. You and the female at your left were two of the three High Lady's sisters, turned High Fae by Hybhern. Twins, he realized as he looked at the two of you. So close you looked like fire and ice. Your features were warm, even the colors of your hair, skin and eyes were a warm contrast to Nesta's cold features, all sharp and icy.

Your eyes scanned all his brothers until they fell on him, and Eris kept a cold face as you studied him, his posture, how his brothers obeyed to him.

Your eyes flickered quickly to Mor, then on him again and Eris could tell the exact moment that you connected who he was, because you grimaced and turned your face in a cold and dismissal expression. Of course the bastards would spread what happened with Mor; he thought with bitter humor. He gave you a lazy, mocking grin before turning his attention on Thesan, who now was talking to welcome everyone.

It was when Tamlin appeared that he felt that warm flicker inside him again, and when he curiously looked at you what he saw pietrified him. It wasn't cold that shimmered in your eyes. There were pure, burning flames in them.

Two punds of raging, wild, unforgiving fire were now locked on the High Lord of the Spring Court, and for a moment Eris was thankful that you have just watched him with dismissal distain, because what you were giving Tamlin was a promise of slow, painful death.

“It was so easy for you to call me a monster, despite all I did for you, for your family.” A sneer from Tamlin toward you and your twin. “Yet you witnessed all that he did Under the Mountain, and still spread your legs for him. Fitting, I suppose. He whored for Amarantha for decades. Why shouldn’t you be his whore in return?”

Eris saw your hands gripping the arms of the chair, your knuckles white from the strenght. You were going to kill him, he was sure of that. You were going to kill Tamlin someday.

***

You could feel your power, rising in your body, begging to be lashed out.

As you watched Tamlin's smug smirk a lovely imagine formed in your mind. Tamlin's body burning from the inside out, his blood boiling with your flames, his flesh coming down slowly and painfully while he begged to stop. Yes, more you looked at him and more that imagine gave you comfort.

He was the one who had sold you and your sisters to Hybern. He was the one who locked Feyre inside his house, who forbade her from doing anything she wanted. He was the one who responsible for your sisters' traumas, and you were going to make him pay.

You wondered if you were imagining his sweat on his forehead, his hand coming to adjust his shirt's collar every now and then, his breath heavier with every minute. It was if for once your power had listened to you and was now doing what you wanted.

Careful, for how much I'd like to see his blood boiling up it wouldn't win you many alliances to defend the humans. Rhysand's velvet voice appeared in your head, making you blink few times before lettiing go the arms of your chair and calming your breath.

Sorry. You answered him, not feeling ashamed at all. Tamlin was targetting Rhysand too, the male who saved you and gave you a place to call home, promising you that he would keep your sisters safe.

“You’re insane,” Feyre breathed to Tamlin as Varian bared his teeth. “Do you hear what you’re saying?” Your sister pointed toward you and Nesta. “Hybern turned my sisters into Fae, after your bitch of a priestess sold them out!”

“Perhaps Ianthe’s mind was already in Rhysand’s thrall. And what a tragedy to remain young and beautiful. You’re a good actress, I’m sure the trait runs in the family.” said Tamlin with a scoff.

"It seems like you love to insinuate what an Ancheron girl want in her life and what she doesn't." You said slowly, your voice burning with fire as you locked your eyes with his. "I hope the trait doesn't ruin in your court. If you had any left after you let Hybern in their houses."

Tamlin snarled at you, and you only lift your chin higher not feeling scared or intimidated even for a moment. Many things had changed since he had come and wrecked your cottage, and now he was the one who had to be afraid.

"You'll find out, Tamlin..." said Rhysand with a bored voice. "That nothing good come out from telling an Archeron what to do. But you should already know that."

You could feel the flames inside you ready to be leashed out, but you kept them at bay, knowing that all it needed was for Tamlin to make a move toward you or your sisters and you would let them out. It wouldn't matter if you burned too, you would make sure to incinerate Tamlin.

“Pity you didn’t bring the other sister. I hear our little brother’s mate is quite the beauty.” snorted the male you had recognized as Eris. Your eyes snapped to met his and you found him already looking at you.

As soon as he had walked inside the room your brain had gone silent for a moment. He was, with your deepest annoyance, the most beautiful male you had ever seen, and that thought alone was enough to make you ashamed. You had needed few seconds to recognize who he was, and as soon as you put the name on his face you had grimaced at the thought of have called him beautiful in your mind.

You narrowed your eyes, your hands hitching from the unleashed power you were keeping inside your body. If they did as much as to hurt Elain you would incinerate all of the red haired family in front of you.

Eris seemed to understand your look, because he only smirked amused at you before Mor's voice caught his attention. “You still certainly like to hear yourself talk, Eris. Good to know some things don’t change over the centuries.”

Eris’s mouth curled into a smile at the words, the careful game of pretending that they had not seen each other in years. “Good to know that after five hundred years, you still dress like a slut.”

You had barely widened your eyes, disgusted by his words, as a flash of blue light passed in front of your eyes. A moment Eris was seated, the next he was on the ground, Azriel over him.

You hid a smirk behind your hand as you watched Azriel's hands around Eris' throat, and the heir of Autumn running out of air. It didn't matter if you had a secret alliance with him, he had no problem into proving how horrible he was.

When the alliance had been forged the Inner Circle had proceeded to tell you and Nesta what kind of person Eris was. How he had left Mor die because she had refused to marry him. How he had hunted your sister and Lucien when they were escaping the Spring Court.

So, the show that was now in front of your eyes made you amused for the first time since you had been taken from home. Your sister, Feyre, stopped Azriel and invited him to sit beside her, making all of your shift of one chair.

He sat at your right, and after a careful speech from Feyre, Eris apologized with Mor. It was curious that the Lady of the Autumn Court, Eris' mother, watched him with an approval look as he apologized. Maybe not everyone in the Vanserra family was horrible.

Around you everything was going down. Thesand had proposed an antidote for the faebane and while the Night Court was willing to try it, Beron threw free insults to your sister and Rhysand.

Thesan asked, “And you believe the human armies there will bow to Hybern?”

“Its queens sold us out,” Nesta said. She lifted her chin, poised as any emissary. “For the gift of immortality, the human queens will allow Hybern in to sweep away any resistance. They might very well hand over control of their armies to him.” Nesta looked to you, to Feyre, to Rhys. “Where do the humans on our island go? We cannot evacuate them to the continent, and with the wall intact … Many might rather risk waiting than cross over the wall anyway.”

“The fate of the humans below the wall,” Beron cut in, “is none of our concern. Especially in a spit of land with no queen, no army.”

"There are people." You said angryly while the fire run hotter inside your body. All you could see was Beron's disgusting face and his arrogance. "There are families. A moment ago you were all horrified about Amarantha killing the Winter Court's children, but now since they are humans its different?" You asked looking to every High Lords in the eyes, watching them shocked and uncredoulous. "Humans children are less than yours?" Your eyes locked with Kallias, the High Lord of the Winter Court.

"Careful with your accusation." said Kallias with a low voice.

"Careful with your next actions." You said back, letting him see the fire in your eyes, calling back your emissary voice. "How many parents had died trying to protect their kids from Amarantha?"

It was Viviane who answered, her hand closed thighly around her mate's. "All of them."

You rose your chin high, watching her right in the eyes. "Every human will fight againsgt Hybern. With or without your help, they will fight for their children, their families. And they will die too, without your help, hoping for a better future."

“So go waste your own soldiers defending them,” Beron said. “I will not send my own forces to protect chattel.”

Your eyes snapped back on him. “You’re a coward,” Feyre breathed to the High Lord of Autumn. Even Rhys tensed.

At some point Feyre hit Beron with her power, breaking his shield and trapping him in a bubble of water. Your eyebrows rose, surprised to see your sister's full powers.

Let us out, your flames begged. We will end him.

No. You couldn't let them out. Your power felt too descructive to be leasshed in a room full of people. It was better burning from the inside out rather than burning everyone you cared for.

Your sister seemed to calm down after a while, letting Beron breath again with your displeasure. How could someone so horrible be still alive after centuries? Why no one had never killed him?

The display of Feyre's power got the High Lords tensed up. She had showed them she had all their powers and not all of them were too happy.

“The power belongs to us. I think it is,” Beron seethed making you close your hands on your laps in tight fits. if he did as much as take a step toward your sister he would find that your fire was hotter and more dangerous than his.

You could feel them, the flames, starting to come out from your hands. Beron would let the humans die for his own benefits, he will never see reason.

But it was when your sister apologized to the Lady of the Autumn Court and Beron called her human filth that everythink around you exploded.

You felt your power lashing out, and as much killing Beron would only bring you happiness, there was one thing you wanted more. and it was for him to be afraid of you. So when your fire lashed out you stood up and directed it to the chair on which Beron was seated, making him fall on a pile of burning wood.

He yelled in pain. Your fire was circling him like snakes ready to strike, and it felt so good to let it out finally. The room fell quiet, everyone was looking at you but your eyes were fixed on the High Lord of the Autumn Court who now looked at you with a promise of death in his eyes.

"We are here to discuss an imminet war against Hybern." I said deadly serious while every inch of you fought to control the flames that now were out and extremely close to the Vanserra's other memeber. "But talk to my sister like that again, and next time I won't be aiming at the chair."

Beron shot to his feet, his hand still tring to make the little flames on his clothes stop, and declared to no one in particular, “This meeting is over. I hope Hybern butchers you all.”

"This meeting is not over." said Nesta raising on her feet.

She stood tall, a pillar of steel. “You are all there is,” she said to Beron, to all of them. “You are all that there is between Hybern and the end of everything that is good and decent.” She settled her stare on Beron, unflinching and fierce. “You fought against Hybern in the last war. Why do you refuse to do so now?”

Your eyes studied all the Vanserra sons, marking how Eris gestured for his brothers to sit and how his eyes met yours again. You expected to find challenge, rage for what you did to his father, but instead something fickered in his eyes. Something like...pride?

Your confusion must have shown on your face because his expression become amused, and you quickly looked away from him. You didn't want for the heir of Autumn to study you, to think you cared what he thought of you.

“You may hate us. I don’t care if you do. But I do care if you let innocents suffer and die. At least stand for them. Your people. For Hybern will make an example of them. Of all of us.” said Nesta at your side.

“And you know this how?” Beron sneered.

"We went into the Cauldron." You said, pushing away the horrible memories that came back. “It showed us his heart. He will bring down the wall, and butcher those on either side of it.”

Nesta looked to Kallias and Viviane. “I am sorry for the loss of those children. The loss of one is abhorrent.” She shook her head. “But beneath the wall, I witnessed children—entire families—starve to death.” She jerked her chin at you and Feyra. “Were it not for my sisters… I would be among them.”

She was right. You and Nesta might have been twins, but you were born few days before her and that made you the oldest, and as the oldest you had taken upon yourself to provide for your family when the money had ended.

"We are not asking you to protect them." You said firmly, taking Nesta's hand in yours while you watched every High Lord in the eyes. "We are asking you to give them a chance to survive. To fight together for your lands. They have spent centuries starving and dying while you were here with every comfort. They hate you? Yes. They will ask for your help? No. That's why we are here, because without you there will be no human left after this war."

Thesan cleared his throat. “While a noble sentiment, the details of the Treaty did not demand we provide for our human neighbors. They were to be left alone. So we obeyed.”

"Because they are scared of you." You said. "Because most of your kind have enslaved them for centuries. And they are afraid that if they let you close it will happen again. Show them they are wrong. Show them your strenght doesn't have only evil ends, but it can help to build a future where no children, human or Fae, will have to worry ever again."

"You have been entrusted with protecting this land.” Nesta scanned the faces around her. “How can you not fight for it?”

She looked to Beron and his family as she finished. Only the Lady and Eris seemed to be considering, impressed, even, by your and Nesta's speech. You met Eris' eyes again, and you looked at him determinated. He needed to convince his father to fight together, because otherwise the human lands would be reduce to ash.

You thought you had imagined it as he gave you a subt nod, masking it with his hand under his chin. What was it? A promise? Did he understand the gravity of the situantion and actually cared? Or was it only to ensure his alliance with the Night Court?

Beron only said, “I shall consider it.” A look at his family, and they vanished.

Eris stood behind just for few seconds, his eyes scanning all of us, his expression unreadable. His eyes fell on the pool in front of us, then on you and then on the pile of ashes beside him where his father had been seated. Something sparkled in his eyes as if he was understanding something, then with one last curious look toward you he vanished too.

You let out a breath you hadn't realize you were holding, and you seated on your chair again, feeling the tiredness that the leash of power left inside you. Your eyes fell on the pool, and, even if impossible, your blood froze.

There was no water left inside the pool.

That's what Eris had been looking. That's how powerful your flames had been. They had made the magic water evaporate into nothing. You looked over Thesan apogetically, but he just waved a hand as if to dismiss it while water appeared again.

At least now they know who is fighting with the humans. Maybe it was what they needed to convince themself, Rhys' voice appeared in your head with a calming tone, as if he had sensed your terror at what you have done.

What if I hurt someone of our army? You asked panicked in your head, trying to keep a neutral face while your sister was speaking to the High Lords.

I'll make sure it won't happen. Rhysand said firmly and yet kindly. I promise you.

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Party

For @polyacotarweek

Poly Acotar Week 2024 Masterlist

Day 6: Celebrations

Summary: Rosalie, Eris and Rhysand having a party for their wedding ceremony joining Autumn and Night Court.

Cw: Little preps, proper ceremony, parting, night things reference ;)

Everything was peaceful, High and lesser Fae of both courts, Night and Autumn, gathered around a beautiful arch in Autumn court, today was a ceremony that would bind the courts in peace forever, not that there had been many reasons to not be peaceful since Beron has passed in battle.

Eris was High Lord and his first decree was that there would be a proper mating ceremony, between himself, Rosalie, and Rhysand, High Lord of Night Court.

A ceremony to unite courts, Night and Autumn together. So, Rosalie sat in her own giant room, a new adjustment that Eris had made, she was no longer a worker, but royal by relation, wearing an expensive gown,

Rosalie felt bautiful, and she loved it, perfect dress, makeup and hair, a slight nerves, natural, she thought, to be nervouon a big day. She and her mates had done the preparation for this ceremony together, she couldn't help but pray to the Mother that nothing would go wrong.

There was a knock on her door, she turned to face it, "Come in..." She allowed.

Eris walked in, one of her mate, the male she was supposed to see at the alter. "Hey, you aren't supposed to see me before everything." Rosalie squealed, standing up.

"It's bad luck, you know." She teased, smiling softly.

Eris chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, "I don't care much, I feel luck anytime I see you."

"So romantic, Vanserra..." Rosalie grinned, curling into him, arms around his shoulders.

Eris hummed, "Keep saying my last name, it'll be yours soon enough. Do you think Rhys will take mine?"

Rosalie snorted softly, "Maybe not, but hey, maybe he'll tell us what he last name is." She shruged.

"Well, I won't," Rhysand spoke from the doorway, "I'm alright with just my name."

He walked next to her, wraping his arms around Rosalie to twirl her, then holding her close to him, "Hello, mate." He almost growled.

Rosalie blushed slightly at his tone, both her males looked at her with an identical look, a smirk and lust filling their eyes, "Everyone will know now... Should that make me nervous?"

"Darling fox, we promised you we will keep you safe..." Eris reminded her gently. "This will have some backlash, but nothing we can't handle."

Backlash, there had already been some, after Eris had been the one who became High Lord, his brothers had not liked that one bit, and they had made it known, talking loudly of how they were the deserving heir and that they should've been chosen as High Lord.

Things went downhill with the Autumn sons when Eris revealed their relationship to the world, while his mother greatly approved of their relationship, and had hoped he would've told her when they had first gotten together.

The males had felt offended, that someone who stooped so low as to be in a relationship with a lowly worker and the High Lord of another court was chosen to be High Lord instead of them that the second eldest had chosen to attack Rosalie while she was asleep.

Unfortunatly for him, Rhysand had been in bed with her, not thinking twice before breaking his mind, making him bleed out from his nose and mouth, dead in an instant, and Rosalie had only woken up by the stench of blood.

"I know you'll protect me..." Rosalie smiled, looking at the males she loved, eyes darting from Eris to Rhysand. "You've always kept me safe."

Eris nudged his shoulders with hers. "Anything for you princess, Anytime."

"Well you'll be Lady Night and Autumn by the end of today, darling" Rhysand spoke with a teasing grin, "No one will be stupid enough to go after you."

Lady Night, and Autumn, they had asked if she wanted to be High Lady, she'd liked the idea at first but then worry took over than she wouldn't be able to manage a thing, she hadn't grown up with the education that the males in front of her had, the thought had then started to make her feel inadequate, so she had settled for the more traditional title.

She loved them more than she cared about the title she would get by being with them at the end of the day, so she didn't really care which one she got, as long as she got to be with them.

"And after the ceremony is done..." Eris smiked, "We can celebrate the good old fashion way."

"To a tavern?" Rosalie smiled, looking between them.

Rhysand squeezed her waist lovingly, "Not as a secret anymore... We'd be out in the open, the three of us."

Rosalie brighted up at the thought, "Out in the open?"

"Together." Eris softened, gently kissing her jaw.

Rosalie smiled, melting into her males as Rhysand's wings held them together, the celebration felt well earned after everything they had been thought, the hiding, the hurt, the secret keeping. After Beron's fall, they deserved to be free.

The ceremony, thank the Mother went smoothly, the Priestess, Gwyn, blessed Eris as the new High Lord of Autumn, then held their formal mating ceremony.

The three were happy, Rhysand, Eris and Rsalie, cutting the cake, talking to a few nobles of both there courts that had attended their ceremony, it was the after party that attracted them, an homage to their old life, when they were more carefree, crazy party animals, going behind everyone's back, having fun.

For the first time, they hadn't snuck out, walking straight into the tavern, they had been in the middle of the dance floor, grown, more mature than the they had been while being heirs and a simple maid, now High Lords and lady of their courts.

They danced and drank their hearts out to the sensual music, touches all over, enjoying themselves, Rhysand's hands all over Rosalie and Eris' waist, moving them around as their hands explored all of their bodies.

Singing the lyrics loudly, enjoying the moment, the three of them, together, now forever.

It didn't matter how many times they had parties before, nothing beat this moment, of being so close, all grown up and matured, their thruple, centuries of hiding and protecting each other the best they could, the blasting tunes flow through their vines like magic through the rest of the night, and they stumbled back to their palace by night, drunken giggles all over.

Falling onto the bed, Rhysand misted their clothes as they melted into each other, thoroughly enjoying their mating night.

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"I hope you know that this has nothing to do with you"

A/N/: This was gonna be smut but i decided to have it on a chapter of it's own, in case some of you who have followed this storyline dont read smut.

To the sweet anon that sent me a message, this is for you.

Friendly reminder: i write on the drafts of my email so i can edit anytime before posting.  It turns out sometimes i cant proof read it and some grammar and spelling mistakes go unnoticed. i'm trying to pay more attention and let the text rest for at least a few hours before reading it to corret. Might edit the past chapters soon.

Tittle from Big girls don Cry, by Fergie.

- - -

Though Maya had told you to leave by the morning without breakfast, you were adamant about cooking her something.

"Why are you so stuborn?", she signed while you fried some eggs and bacon, the smell of fresh coffee spreading through the small kitchen of her childhood house.

You looked at her all heart eyes, like she put the stars on the sky, and that was clearly bothering her. You filled her a plate and smiled lovingly.

"Stop looking at me like that.", she frowned at you.

You noticed Maya was in a very bad mood, which didnt make much sense to you. She had kissed you last night, cuddled you on your sleep and left a kiss to your neck before getting up this morning. Not even an hour later, here she is. Staring daggers at you. 

"What's wrong?", you asked but Maya just looked away. You walked closer, standing in front of her as she avvoided your eyes. 

You tapped her nose with your index finger, getting her attention and making her face you. "Look at me?", you asked.

Maya kept staring at you, waiting for you to say whatever you wanted to. "Look, if we play our cards right, everything will turn out well." , you tried to convince her.

"This is not a game. And I'm not a prize.", she told you, arching an eyebrown.  Was she talking about Fisk offering money to whoever found her?

You rolled your eyes. Who was being stubborn now?

"You're not a prize, Maya. You're..." you started but paused. You kept looking at her, deep in thought.

"What?", she asked.

"I forgot the sign for that.", you tried.

Maya huffed.

- - -

At noon, it started to rain. You made sure to close the windows before going up to Maya. She was standing against the back of the couch, watching the rain fall down on the outside of the house. 

"This is perfect.", you told her. The rain falling and the smell of wet grass embracing your nostrils made you a little clingy. 

Maya looked at you, a strange look adorning her bautiful face. She seemed sad. 

Right there and then, you were sure she was gonna simply tell you to forget about her, to move on and leave Tamaha. You thought she'd tell you that she didn't like you anymore, tell you to leave her alone and go back to New York. 

Then you'd go right away, walking in the pouring rain and crying your heart out. And it'd be like a sad romance movie.

But she did the oposite of that.

Maya tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling you to be in front of her, and brought you closer, hiding her face on your neck. She inhaled your scent and you remembered why you hadn't change your perfume in such a long time. 

It was something you thought would work when you started flirting. Picking a smell that'd make her think of you whenever she smelled it. That's why you walk around with tangerine essential oil on your clothes and inside the necklace you're always wearing.

- - -

When you first met Maya she always kept a serious face. As you became close, she'd show you a softer side and you'd take the opportunity to actually learn more about her. 

You had met many versions of Maya and you loved all of them, though you'd seek a few of them more often than the others.

Fierce Maya was one of your favorites. She'd keep her chin up, lips sealed and a perfect eyebrown arched, looking into your eyes like she could make your soul bend to her own desire. 

Funny Maya was all sarcasm and light teasing. She'd smile wild watching you trying to understand a joke she just told. She'd playfully bump your shoulder with her own and she'd even wink at you while at work.

You loved all versions of her, but right now you'd love to have Sexual Maya. The one with wet kisses and a dirty mind, the one that'd make you scream filthy words in three different languages while making you go over the moon.

Maya was a sweet lover but she did have her moments of pure desire. "It's just sex, this is not a relationship", she had told you when you first started your thing. 

At that time you only understood the word "sex" and "relationship".

- - - 

" i missed you too.", she started. "But it wasn't fair to bring you into all of it. I wanted to keep you safe.", she explained. 

You heart grew ten times. Maya telling you she cared for you made you believe things could work out again. Screw Kingpin and New York, you could restart in Tamaha. You'd restart in a small iglu in Alaska,  dressed as a polar bear, if she'd have you. 

"I want you.', Maya signed, bringing you to reality, her eyes full of something you were yet to understand. "All of you.", she continued before claiming your lips with her own, taking your breath away.

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Someone new by Hozier is S&S Vernias coded

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Cat Anon you can't just drop a banger and the name of a cute Barista and then not elaborate- CAT ANON GET BACK HERE I NEED TO YAP YAP. (> ︿ < )

I know this song is about fleeting everyday-life situations and embracing love in small doses every day. Like an ongoing routine of finding love in the smallest things of life -

SO the stuff I'm about to yap yap are just my interpretations alr, alr!! ヾ(≧へ≦)〃

Let me know what you originally thought and why - because I can't shake this song off my brain since I got this ask. And I really wanna hear your thoughts about it (and anyone else who'd like to share!! :3)

Cut because if I yap then it's just a long rambling session- I don't need to explain this, Y'all know me :3

"I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit. Every day with someone new"

This line specifically. I have so much to say. (ˊᵕˋ)

🍰 This could be Vernias expressing how much he loves everyone and everything, and how he just wants to hug the entire world. How his optimism never leaves and his bright smile never seems to faint from his face. 🍰 Yet how he always craves some kind of love and affection, be it by someone close to him or strangers. "Some like to imagine The dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do" Which he kind of gets sometimes when he's standing behind the counter. Customers admire him and his attitude, maybe drop some small compliments. And Vernias loves it. It makes his work at King's Roast so much more beautiful and kind of even more meaningful for him.

🍰 He falls in love with the bauty of life every day. It's not the kind of love one feels when they fall for someone. It's more about watching a stranger and feeling your heart bloom. "Love with every stranger. The stranger the better" Like, when Vernias watches the customers at King's Roast do their things; reading a book or typing down on their Laptop, chatting with each other or eating their food in silence with their head turned to the window. And Vernias just feels content; in love with the calm atmosphere and the domestic feeling the Café creates so effortlessly. He falls in love a little bit everyday. Watching strangers just minding their own business at a place Vern calls his home. It's a routine filled with love, dedication and strangers he admires for the pure fact of existing with him in his space.

🍰 Additionally to that; of course It's also about how Vernias falls in love with Brent/his co-workers every day. Maybe not the romantic way (could be, tho :3) but with their little antics and the softer moments they share together. How the atmosphere can shift so easily between them. How he catches little glimpses of a small smile on Brent's lips. How they both tend to yap about the most random things together, while cleaning dishes or preparing an order. It's also a routine - a routine that Vernias cherishes with all his heart and being.

🍰 This could also be about Nick specifically. Vernias falls in love with every side of Nick that he shows him - every side Nick lets Vernias see of him

"Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way."

Nick when he feels energetic and tends to shows off with his huge ego (as huge as his weiner-), Nick when he's relaxed, just vibing and calm. Nick when he gets a little angry or mad (rants about work to Vernias). Nick when he's being vulnerable - expressing his feelings and letting his worries leave his mind, while Vernias just listens and is there for him - with him. Nick when he teases Vernias with that smirk on his face. Nick when he gets too flustered to speak what's on his mind sometimes around Vernias. Nick when he's being soft. When he lets lose completely and runs his fingers through Vern's hair. Nick when he's being romantic; picking up Vernias from King's Roast with a Rose/Tulip/Daisies/etc. in his hand.

Nick slowly shows him who he is over time. Opening up to Vernias more and more as time passes - and Vernias does the same. And they might fall in love with the other just a little bit every day they spend with each other.

[lifeintheworldtocome]

Car Seat Headrest Heardle #37

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my face fucking dropped oh my god.... I THINK YOU COULD BE BAUTIFUL I WOULDNT LOVE U IF U WERE 😭😭😭

[grumpyghostdoodles]

Never thought that I'd have an IRL feud with a bunch of literal birds, but C'est la vie.

The neighbours chickens absolutely terrify my duck, Robert, and they even chase him away from the food, I heard some angry clucking and when I poked my head out, a rooster was chsing Robert away.

how DARE they harass my duck, my beautiful, talented, never done anything wrong (bit my elderly dog in the bum)(hissed while running away from my sibiling)(tried to steal my rice crackers)(procedeed to become besties with said elderly dog and nap togheter in the sun) baby boy?!

So now everytime that the chickens harass Robert, or try to eat her food, I have to run like a knight in shining armor to wave a big stick arpund to scare them away. The fckers still stay very close, theyre not scared of anything. Fat Bastards. So i just stand menacinglynext to Robert while he eats.

Look at his bautiful face. How dare they.

[transitioningintobeau]

We stepped away from our sculpture.

It only took 1 year and 10 months.

1 year and 10 months of carefully erasing flaws, smoothing out rough edges, and making imperfections into perfections.

We smiled with satisfaction.

We did amazing with the tools we had on hand.

"Thank you," I said.

You handed me your tool belt as you let out a deep sigh.

"This was fun with you but it's time to let you go."

I nodded.

You continued to speak, "I hope your next partner helps you create something more bautiful than what we did here."

You place both your hands along my face and plant a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Thank you for teaching me a lot."

We part ways.

[lostangelnights]

Being forced to capture me bauty on front facing camera. Devastating

[realmadridfamily]

"A year ago I was like this with my best contraction face. And so Bauti arrived on June 25 of last year 🤍" - Mina

[harleymaguire]

"whatever me bautiful prince of the underworld wants, he gets." at the question of who was going to fuck who first and what harley wanted, he knew what he had to do, so he pressed one final soft kiss to the winter's lips, then started to slide down his knees, pressing kisses down the mans body the lower he got, first his ches, then pecs, then upper chest, then pecs, then pubic line, and lastly the shaft of that long thick cock that was dangling before him. he placed a hand on each of winter's hips, moving closer to his cock, making like he was going to suck his dick, before he abruptly spun the man around quickly until his ass was in harley's face. never let them guess yous next month. "fuck, your ass amazes me every single time, baby boy." he told him, leanined foward and taking a bit of the son of hade's ass cheeks, not hard enough for it hurt him, just enough for him to feel it. "you want me to eat your ass, beautiful?"

             he did. he really wanted slide himself in harley. maybe it was how horny he was, or how much he enjoyed being sexual with harley, but the fact that it was also his birthday, he wanted to give him a little treat. " i do, " he whispered. " i want the chance to fuck that ass. a second birthday present for you, " he said as he kissed him again. hearing harley say that they should both fuck each other, winter couldn't agree more. why not have the best of both worlds? he didn't want harley to miss out on other things that winter was willing to offer. and besides, it was a special day too. " gods, i want that. let's do it. but question is, who gets to fuck who first? " he smirked. " what do you want, baby? " winter said, as he started to kiss the demigod's neck, sucking softly on the skin, his hand still on harley's cock. he wanted the son of hera's cock so badly. but he was willing to wait so that he could have winter's cock and feel it in him for the first time.

[niyazillustration]

[franeridan]

when I saw the last page of the latest bnha chapter, I thought of you instantly, fran!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! people seeing Bakugou and thinking of me is definitely one of the nicest things I never thought would ever happen hahahaha but I do love it !!!! my b o y, I’m so happy he’s back ;u;

[xserpentlife]

Glad you are back!! Can you do a Sweet Pea drabble where his girlfriend has a scar that she is self conscious about and he helps her feel sexy.

You always knew that scars were battle wounds, scars werfe bautiful. At least on other people, but you never really liked them on yourself. You were used to seeing them, growing up in the southside was a whole different ball game. Scars looked at you constantly.

Dating Sweet Pea you were practically introduced to a new scar everytime he came home and it healed. Holding hands you finger brushed over the scar that formed on his thumb after he was cut with a bottle. Kissing your finger always gravitated to the one above his eyebrow that made him look like he would cut the hairs away by choice. When he was shirtless your eyes always went to the one on his stomach right next to his belly button. Scars were not new to you.

But the first time that Sweet Pea and you were making out and his hand travelled up your shirt and onto your back you felt his hand brush over the raised skin as you instantly flinched away. He looked at you with sad eyes as if he had done something wrong, as if he had hurt you. His hand making it's way onto your cheek.

"Y/n, did i..."

"God no Pea, I just... can't" and you walked out of his trailer. For weeks he had no idea why. You would wear tanktops udner your tshirts tucked into your jeans so that if you made out he would not rub your skin or have a chance at touching the scar that lingered on your back.

But weeks had past and you were going ot his trailer to have dinner. It was the perfect night that was until you were both sitting on the couch together. Kissing slowly, his shirt came off and soon after os did yours. He was about to take off your tank top as you stopped him.

"Y/N I don't want to rush you, I, that;s not what I mean by this but why, why can't I touch you"

"you touch my back and I my body runs with anxiety, i feel your hand run over my scar, each small section of it, each milimeter"

"Y/N..."

"I know it is irrational, and I know that you don't care about it but... I do"

"can I please see it" You looked up at him, his big eyes staring back. Softness took over your face as you turned around sitting at the edge of the bed pulling the tank top over your head. He climbed behind you his hand reaching towards your hair as he lifted it over your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss to the spot. His hand traced its way down your back and over the scar.

"Beautiful"

"but..."

"No"

"No but's you are beautiful" He brought his lips to yours as your head was turned his fingers still lying on the scar. THe anxiety slowly dissipated from your mind as he climed over you and laid you back on the bed.

"Thank you"

"for what"

"sharing this with me" he kissed you as his hand came up to your cheek.

Maybe your scar wasn't so bad

[prideofpentagon]

Puppy 👌💕

[tim-the-hot-one-stoker]

came into work this morning so excited to show everyone my awesome bautiful amazing socks!

instead i was met with a dresscode and the bossmans grumpy face D: