#because he is her SAFE PLACE HE IS HER HOME

[jobean12-blog]

Don't Be a Tease

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: You and Bucky are texting back and forth while he's on a mission and you decide to tease him a little...

Author's Note: The new Thunderbolts trailer has me so excited to see Bucky! I can't wait! And this idea is nothing new but I love getting him riled up! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! PS Italics are text messages :)

Warnings: fun flirty tension and mostly smut, fingering, oral (f rec), edging, orgasm denial, choking, p in v (wrap it up kids), Bucky is soft in between it all

‘It’s really unfair that you’re walking around like that and I’m not with you…how many women have approached you so far?’

You stare at your phone screen, watching the three dots until his text pops up.

‘The only woman paying any attention to me right now is Yelena and it’s only because she has to. Ha.’

‘Nice try. You look hot. I want to come to the party…’

‘Don’t you dare leave the apartment doll face. You know it’s not safe and besides, I can’t concentrate with you around…you’re very distracting.’

‘HEY!’

'❤️😘I love you.'

‘Love you too. Be careful and come home soon.’

‘Always doll. I can’t wait. Miss you.’

‘Miss you more.’

~picture~

Bucky stares at his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen as the muscles in his jaw tighten and shift. He let’s out a low growl, startling an older woman that happens to be walking by.

His hand grips the phone tighter and he licks his lips with a strained exhale.

“Barnes. We must go. It’s time,” Yelena says, surprising him.

He makes a slight jump and her lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“What?” he grunts.

“Nothing,” she responds her smile widening. “Let us get this over with so you can get home to your girl. Da?”

He nods and glances at his phone one more time before he slips it into his pocket.

You don’t bother waiting for an answer after sending the picture and place your phone down on the bed to reach for your book. It’s hard to concentrate when all you can think about is him, but you do your best, letting the words on the page whisk you away for now.

By the time Bucky arrives back home you’re half asleep, your eyes heavy and the words on the page blurring together.

He barely makes any sound as he unlocks the door, his footsteps the only indication he’s headed toward the bedroom.

The light from the hallway filters into the room but his broad frame blocks most of it, hiding him in shadow.

“Bucky,” you whisper and sit up, now fully awake.

He moves toward you with purposeful steps and stands at the edge of the bed, his eyes raking over every inch of you.

“Doll,” he murmurs, remaining motionless, taking in every hint of lace, every tiny bow, and every curve of your body.

You sit up and kneel on the bed in front of him, sliding your hands up and down his chest. His fingers twitch at his sides and you lean closer, brushing the hair from his face.

He grabs your hips and drags you into him, the hardness in his pants digging into your stomach. You let out a surprised gasp that turns into a moan he swallows with his kiss.

When he breaks away from your lips, it’s only so he can whisper in your ear. “Do you like teasing me doll?”

You nod with a shiver, clutching onto his shoulders.

“I..” You struggle to get the words out as his lips trail down your neck.

His long finger hooks under the strap of your lingerie and he traces the calloused pad along the curve of your shoulder.

“Mm,” he hums, sliding his hand down your stomach and between your thighs, pressing the thin fabric of your panties against your wetness. “So wet for me and I’ve barely touched you.”

Your hips jerk into his hand and he circles your clit with a featherlight touch.

“I’m gonna return the favor doll.”

“Bucky,” you whine, barely registering his threat.

His mouth curves up as his gaze darkens, satisfaction mingling with the heat of desire. You tug futilely on his bow tie, desperate for more of his skin but he stops you with a firm hand to your wrist.

“Keep your hands to yourself for now.”

Your mouth falls open with a defiant protest, but he interrupts you. “Or I’ll bind you and stuff my cock in your mouth to keep you quiet.”

A small gasp is all that escapes your parted lips before he covers them with his, carefully and deliberately unhooking your bra and pulling it off your body. Your stiff nipples brush against the soft material of his tux, building the tension about to snap in your body.

His finger continues to tease between your legs before he drags your panties down to your knees. They stop there, the bed preventing him from pulling them off any more so instead he gives them a sharp tug and rips the fabric from your legs.

“You could have just…”

His kiss silences you again and he bites your lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.

At the same time, his finger slides inside you, slowly pumping in and out before he adds another. You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he pushes you down onto the bed and settles between your legs.

Like a man starved, his tongue moves against you, his fingers still buried deep, and a cry of his name tears from your throat.

Your legs try to close reflexively, but his grip keeps them wide open. He isn’t slow and easy and when you look down at him, still fully dressed, head buried between your thighs, you feel your release build.

His tongue finds your clit and you urge him on with a gasped, “more.”

“Who said you could make any demands doll face?” he murmurs into your skin.

“But…”

He dips his head again and you lose all train of thought, legs shaking, pressure building. You rock your hips toward his face and feel his smile. You’re so close, your stomach clenching and he pulls away.

“No! Bucky please! Let me come!”

“Doll,” he warns. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”

He slides up your body, his lips and chin wet with your arousal, brushing them across your mouth and letting you taste yourself. You kiss him back, raking your fingers through his hair and then down his back.

His fingers are back between your legs, two sliding inside you as he swallows your moans with this mouth. You buck into his hand and when he presses his thumb against your clit you pull away from his lips and arch your back.

“Bucky!” you cry out.

He pushes a third finger inside you and your legs tremble at the pleasure and sensation of being stretched. You can’t catch your breath, his thumb still working over your clit as his fingers fuck you.

Your body locks up and you clutch at anything you can, his back, the sheets, his ass and then his fingers are gone.

“No,” you beg with a whimper.

“I told you…I’m going to tease you back.”

“This isn’t teasing…it’s torture!”

His touch is gentle as he traces the line of your jaw, passing his fingertips over your swollen lips before kissing them.

“Should I stop then? I can go get changed and we can go to bed if you like.”

“Bucky…” you groan with impatience.

“That’s what I thought doll face.”

Your breath comes out unevenly as you watch him sit up, take off his jacket, and undo his pants. His cock springs free against his abs and he wraps his fist around it, pumping slowly as he lowers himself over you.

He teases your entrance, sliding himself through your wetness and bumping your clit with every roll of his hips. You squirm beneath him, trying to line yourself up so he can get inside you.

“So needy,” he whispers into your neck.

With an incoherent whine you wrap your legs around him, and he finally starts to push inside you. You struggle to breathe through the stretch but he pushes in more, making you take him deeper, and your eyes flutter closed.

“Open your eyes. Look at me doll.”

You obey and snap them open, his hips thrusting to bury the last of him deep inside you.

“You feel incredible. I can’t get enough,” he murmurs.

He keeps his pace steady, each languid movement setting your nerves ablaze with an unhurried and unrelenting build up.

His eyes focus on your face, and he smooths his metal hand up to your throat, circling it with little pressure. You clench around him with anticipation, and he groans, his grip tightening.

Everything fades around you as he squeezes harder, restricting your air flow. All your other senses dull, leaving you with just the heady sensation of his hand around your throat and the rapture of him driving into you.

Your mouth opens to get air, only letting the barest amounts in as your heart hammers against your chest. His blue eyes are fixed on yours, entranced with your every reaction. His thumb caresses your neck, the gesture so tender it makes your whole-body shiver.

He releases you just as his warm breath fans your skin and he shifts to kiss the spots on your neck where his fingers left a light print. You suck in a large gasp of air, your back arching.

He swears, his hips now snapping forward in rough, uncontrolled thrusts. His metal hand moves between your legs, working over the spot you need him most.

“Come for me doll.”

 That’s all it takes for you to let go, spiraling into bliss, your entire body shaking beneath him with the force of your orgasm.

He doesn’t stop driving into you, his lips parted with his heavy breathing and needy moans rumbling out.

“Fuck doll,” he grunts, and you feel him pulse and spill inside you.

He drops forward, his hands on either side of your head as he kisses you softly.

“Should I make you come again?” he breathes, hips still rocking slowly.

You sigh out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck and sinking into the mattress. After a moment, he shifts his weight, pulling out of you to lie down and curl you into his chest. Your head falls to the crook of his neck and silence settles as he skates his fingertips along the curve of your spine.

“Are you okay?” he asks, softly pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Mm hm,” you mumble out and nuzzle closer.

“Maybe you’ll think twice about teasing me when I’m on a mission.”

Your lips meet his neck. “I can’t wait to do it again.”

[capquinn]

what about quinn just basking in the way bug and mom interact?? its like they have their own secret language and he loves to watch it happen, makes him all fuzzy and warm and just honestly fall in love with you even more (if thats even possible) seeing you as a mom

i just know quinny would find himself tearing up every once in a while when he sees them all soft like this 😭😭

Quinn leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching.

The house is quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the living room lamp. It’s late — Bug should be in bed by now, but instead, she’s curled up against you on the couch, her tiny body tucked into yours, head nestled beneath your chin. She’s talking, voice soft and sleepy, her words tumbling together in that half-lucid way they do when she’s fighting sleep. Quinn doesn’t catch all of it, but he doesn’t have to. Because you do. You always do.

And God, he loves watching it. Loves watching you. Loves watching you as a mother. It comes so effortlessly to you, like instinct, like something woven into your bones. The way you smooth your palm over Bug’s back in long, steady strokes, the way you hum in just the right places, murmuring quiet encouragements, responding to things Quinn doesn’t always follow, like you and Bug are speaking in a language only the two of you understand.

Bug pauses, her little lips pursing, fingers absentmindedly tracing tiny shapes against your arm, a habit she’s had since she was a baby. You don’t rush her. You just wait, patient, steady, your fingertips brushing through her curls, giving her all the space she needs to find her words. After a beat, she exhales, relaxing against you as the words come together in her sleepy little head.

“— and then the bunny had to go home,” Bug murmurs, voice getting sleepier by the second, “but the bear didn’t want her to.”

You tilt your head, waiting, because she always has more to say.

“Mm,” you encourage with a small hum, shifting just enough to tuck a loose curl behind her ear. “That’s tough, huh? Bear and bunny are best friends.”

Bug nods against your chest, letting out a little sigh. “Yeah. But… but bunny said, ‘I have to go, bear. My mommy’s waiting for me.’”

You hum again, warm and soft. “Because her mommy misses her?”

Bug nods again, slow, eyes fluttering shut for a beat. Quinn thinks she’s finally given in, finally let sleep take her...

But then, in the tiniest voice, she murmurs, “You’d miss me too, right?”

Your arms tighten just slightly, your lips pressing to the crown of her head, fingers tracing slow, steady paths down her back. Quinn watches it happen — watches the way Bug knows the answer before you even say a word. She doesn’t need to ask again. She feels it in the way you hold her, in the warmth of your touch, in the way you keep her close like you never want to let go.

It’s something innate passing between the two of you, this quiet understanding that doesn’t need words.

Bug breathes out, a tiny, content hum slipping past her lips, her whole body going boneless against you. A smile, soft and sleepy, tugs at the corner of her mouth as she burrows impossibly closer, little fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, clinging without urgency, without fear. Like she’s heard you loud and clear, even though you haven’t said a single word.

But you do, because you know she still wants to hear it.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur. “I always miss you when you’re not with me.”

And that’s all she needs. She sighs, long and slow, her body going completely slack against you, safe and sure in the way you love her.

Quinn watches, his heart caught somewhere between aching and overflowing, the kind of fullness that makes his chest feel too small to hold it all. Because this — this quiet, sleepy moment, the two of you curled up together, Bug safe and sound in your arms — it’s everything.

Quinn swallows, stepping further into the room, perching on the armrest of the couch.

“She out?” he murmurs, voice hushed.

You glance up at him, smiling softly, your fingers still stroking through Bug’s curls, lulling her further into sleep.

“Almost.”

Quinn reaches out, his knuckles grazing Bug’s cheek, and she makes a tiny sound — somewhere between a hum and a sigh — before burrowing deeper into your warmth, her little hand still gripping onto your shirt even in sleep, like she never wants to let go.

Quinn feels something tighten in his throat. Because he remembers when she was just a baby, small enough to fit in the crook of one arm, when her cries could only be soothed by your voice, your touch. And now, here she is, still finding her safety, her comfort, her home in you.

And God.

He thought he knew love before. Thought he had felt it in all the ways that mattered.

But this? Watching the way you hold her like you were made for this, made for her? Watching the way she leans into you like she doesn’t even need to think about it? This kind of love? It’s something else entirely. Something that makes him want to reach out, to touch, to hold.

So he does.

His hand drifts, skimming over your arm before curling around the back of your neck, his thumb tracing a slow, grateful line against your skin. He leans in, presses his lips to your temple, lingers there for a moment longer than necessary.

You tilt your head just slightly, leaning into him the way Bug leans into you, and that’s all it takes. That’s all he needs. His family, his girls wrapped up in the kind of love that’s steady and sure and so achingly pure that he doesn’t know what he did to deserve it.

You sigh softly, shifting just enough to look up at him, your features soft in the dim light.

“You okay?” you ask, like you can sense it — how full he feels, how something inside him is stretching, expanding, trying to make room for all the love pressing against his ribs.

Quinn just nods, thumb still brushing lazy circles against your skin.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice quieter than he intends. “I just… I love you.” His gaze flickers down, taking in the way Bug is tucked against your chest. “Both of you.”

Your smile is small, knowing, like you already understood before he even said it. Like the secret language you and Bug share, that unspoken understanding, somehow it extends to him too.

“We love you too,” you murmur back, your free hand reaching for his, fingers threading together, squeezing gently. “So much.”

Quinn leans in again, kissing you slow, deep, the kind of kiss that lingers, and Bug stirs between you, sighing softly. You both pull back, sharing a quiet chuckle, and Quinn shifts, slipping off the armrest to settle beside you properly, his arm curling around both of you.

The three of you sit like that for a while, wrapped up in warmth, in love, in the quiet certainty that there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

Because if there’s one thing Quinn Hughes knows for certain, it’s this:

Bug has the best mom in the world.

And him?

He’s the luckiest man alive.

[fancyfeathers]

Thinking about Yandere!Justice League having children with their darlings and perhaps those children aren’t too keen on their relationship with their parents…

Set in the universe of Young Justice.

Includes references to my Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling & Always Prey But Never A Bird

Clark’s daughter grew up in Smallville after Clark married his darling, living near the same house her father grew up in. She is one of many children, including Connor who her mother immediately took in as her own even if her father was still struggling with his feelings about his clone (though Connor rarely comes by unless Clark is gone, otherwise he is back with the team). Between herself and her siblings there is one major difference, she doesn’t have powers, or at least they have not come in yet.

She feels herself isolated from her siblings, especially when she sees one of her brothers practice and train with their father or when she gets pulled from the soccer team since it is apparently not safe when she sprained her ankle during a game but her dad has missed half her games of the season because of being Superman, Justice League business, or something with her siblings because of their powers that they are learning to control.

He is so protective but he is never even there.

She gets fed up when it gets near to her high school graduation and she is looking at colleges and talk to her parents about colleges and Clark is not sure about sending her off.

So she decides to leave on her own, pack a bag in the middle of the night while her dad is off planet and walks outside, walking across the empty field and she hears…

“Heading out?”

One of her siblings had caught onto her leaving, but they are not going to stop her, instead offering to take her anywhere she needs because she needs to leave this place to figure out who she really is.

Of course there will be panic when Clark returns home and finds one of his children is missing and she is completely untraceable, how is she untraceable? Clark can not even hear her heartbeat, she could be dead!

But she’s not…

Hal Jordan’s twins don’t really know their father super well because of when he is off planet as Green Lantern but he still wants to be a part of their lives, but their childhood is spent running around the Watchtower and being babysat by other league members or other Green Lantern Corps members while their dad is off planet, and their mother is tired of reading two very chaotic teenagers. Hal is like that one dad who does not fully understand that his children have been growing back, he’ll come into his teenage daughter’s room, sit on her bed and ask if she wants to go practice softball pitcher throws but he doesn’t know the last time his daughter played softball was in middle school. Or offering to take his son to the beach but his son cannot stand the feeling of sand on his feet or how the sand can ruin his books.

He remembers them like when they were babies and he made constructs from his ring of animals and toys for his children to play with and now when he picks up his daughter up from school he does not even know the names of her her friends.

But one thing that will never change is the fact that he will protect them no matter what. All it would take is for Hal to witness one incident, say he has to save his twins as Green Lantern, he makes the decision that at the end of the school year he is pulling them out and moving them into the Watchtower full time, besides they already stay there when he is off planet.

The two pick up on this when they overhear their parents arguing about it in the night, it is far past their bedtime so Hal doesn’t think either of them are listening but both of them listen in and all it takes is for their dad to go to a Justice League meeting and the two have packed their bags and jumped out the bathroom window.

Diana’s darling is definitely a woman and I think if they were to have a child they would have adopted an orphan, one who perhaps lost their family in an accident and Diana saves them, a young boy, a preteen at the oldest. He has a semi normal upbringing, he doesn’t really have any powers. He has never been to Themyscira because of he is a man, but Diana trains him anyway because it is important he knows how defend himself and his other adoptive mother when Diana is not around.

But the day comes where every little bird has to leave the nest and Diana agrees to let him to go to college nearby, especially after hearing about his intentions to become a lawyer. But his true intention to pursue such a career is because when he heard the stories from his other mother about how the members of the Justice League did certain things to get their partners and he felt horrified, he may not have been the one who done such a thing but he would be damned if he was not the one to try and repair it. Besides Diana has no reason to believe her baby boy is a liar, so he never even gets caught and forced to tell the truth.

It is at school where he meets someone not too different from himself and the two immediately hit it off, but the major thing between the two of them is that she is fast… really fast…

Barry Allen is close to his darling little girl, especially since she inherited his speed, they found that little fact out when she was practicing for track team tryouts and she suddenly found herself in Arizona, that was an interesting conversation when she called up her dad, a crying and confused mess, and before she could hang up Barry was already there, kneeling down in his suit and explaining everything to her.

Most kids get a car for their sixteenth birthday, she got super speed.

But another thing she got from her dad is his intelligence, it takes a lot to be a forensic scientist so Barry is hardly surprised when he little girl graduates early, he knows that she used her speed doing homework when he told her not to but sometimes the achievement outdoes the actions to get there.

Barry is willing to send her away from home for college, after all he is never far. But while she is at school she meets a boy, a few years older than her, and they become fast friends. She trusts him so she reveals her powers one night when they are hanging out around campus, her hand literally phasing through the wall with how fast it is going, but after that all turn is revealed and her world is shattered.

That boy was the son of Diana and he tells her everything, the truth about her own parents and she feels like she can never look her dad in the eye again. She doesn’t even feel like she can go home again, but when the end of the school year comes up they do have to move out of their dorm rooms and go home, but neither of them have the intention of doing that.

When Barry comes to help her move out, she is gone, most of her stuff is still there but she is gone. Then he hears the same from Diana about her son and everything clicks into place…

They found out the truth.

Zatara has another child besides Zatanna, though not biological. When Zatara’s first wife died and he kidnapped got remarried to his darling, she also had a child, a little boy from a former relationship. The boy may not be his biological child but that boy is his son, so just like Zatanna, he teaches him about the mystic arts.

The boy is practically raised by Zatara as his father, especially when his mother falls into stockholm syndrome, but that just makes the sting so much worse when Zatara puts on the Helmet of Fate to save Zatanna. Sure by the time it happened his son is basically an adult, but it still hurts when his sister comes back home and tells him and his mother what happened. So while Zatanna joins the team and leaves home he is left to struggle with his emotions about what happened.

The young man is cleaning up some of his father’s things to tuck away in boxes because his mother is to grief stricken to even look at them, but then he found some of Zatara’s old journals where he wrote about his darling, when he was too young to remember, and he feels absolutely horrified about what his step father did. He thinks about asking his mother about it but he does not want to bring up any sad memories she might have lingering, and he is not going to ask Zatanna, because his sister is still in pain after what her dad did to protect her.

So he decides it might be best for him to leave so he can make peace with a few things.

He packs up his bags and does not even tell his mother or Zatanna that he is leaving, just leaving a note on the kitchen counter. He travels the world, becoming a mostly self taught magician, besides the few things his father taught him when he was younger. He calls Zatanna or his mother every so often and every time his sister sounds more and more worried, but he reassures her that he is not on a team of superheroes like she is, he is just trying to figure out where he belongs…

But that promise does not last long once he finds out about the rest of the Justice League and their darlings and he is enraged…

Arthur Curry’s son is technically a prince, but really he feels captive in his own home. His father may be half human but his mother is fully human, and so their son is mostly human, so one can imagine how hard it is for him to breathe underwater without some form of assistance. Arthur tried to get his son adapted overtime, but it just became too hard as he got older and he had to rely on assistance to breathe underwater like his mother. He would be the heir to the throne if it was not for having young siblings who were stronger than he was, truly he is not jealous but he is disappointed that he is seen as so fragile for being born into an environment his body mostly does not want to be in. He is hardly let outside just because his body already struggles enough being so deep underwater… he wonders if it would be different on the surface, he’s never been up there before.

By some miracle he convinces his retainers to let him explore, just for an hour or two, but then an hour turns into a day and a day turns into weeks. He feels so much more alive on land, his lungs don’t feel heavy like they are struggling to breathe.

But the Prince of Atlantis going missing is going to cause more than a few people to panic. Including Arthur himself.

With more children of the Justice League going missing they get more worried and stressed and begin a mass search for them if it was not for a certain someone…

Now Bruce Wayne’s daughter I have written about before, she was the vigilante know as Songbird in Gotham, she ran away years ago and in this universe when everything was said and done she went off all on her own, sure she based herself off Black Canary, but with most of the league like this she wants nothing to do with it.

She was the first one to run away from home and not being caught by the Batman is certainly a feat but she is certainly her father’s daughter, so when she hears the news about some of the children of Justice League members going missing because she definitely did not hack their server communications. So she finds each child of the Justice League and she helps them out, because to be honest they all want the same thing.

Setting up a place for everyone to stay safely after tracking them down one by one, she even went all the way to Paris to find Zatara’s son to convince him because he was doing a show there.

So she makes lead lined shirts for little Miss Supergirl so she cannot be found via powers. Then it gets get worse when she does finally get powers and being half Kryptonian hits her hard, especially when she has no one around to teach her how to control them, well almost no one. Luckily she has someone in her corner, who better to teach her than the daughter of the Batman who taught herself how to be a vigilante, it should not be that hard.

Each one wants to either help one of their parents or they straight up are doing this out spite. But trying to piece together a team of the heroes who have next to no idea what they are going to do. But becoming a team to spite their parents turned into them basically stopping villains before their parents do.

Extra things

I love the idea of Clark’s and Bruce’s daughters and Diana’s son be best friends who have never met, like the second the meet each other they just know that they are inseparable. The self trained vigilante, the boy raised by an Amazon, and the half Kryptonian girl. Then the training sessions and teaching Clark’s daughter how to control her newly gained powers almost always turns into just chatting and some sort of shenanigans.

I don’t know why but something about Zatara’s son gaining powers kind of like the Scarlet Witch from the MCU just makes sense to me. Also the idea of Doctor Fate having slight, or heavy, protective tendencies over him while Zatara is the host.

Also I did not put them down here but I also had ideas for Green Arrow’s & Black Canary’s daughter because they would definitely share a darling, and I might write a second part for them and a few others.

Then I also thought about Martian Manhunter and his darling having an adoptive daughter because she is a meta human with telepathic abilities, but then I got reminded of Charles Xavier and thinking that she would be just to similar and now that I am finishing up this post I don’t hate that idea.

[r4fe-cam3ron]

𓍯 ִֶָ FEBRUARY EIGHTH; side b — strangers - ethel cain | f. harding x r

w; r is anna’s sister — but i do not describe physical attributes, slight unrequited love (not wholly), grief, doesn’t necessarily follow ‘nosferatu’ plot — besides the funeral of anna and the children. an; first work for friedrich!!! i am ABSOLUTELY awful at writing period pieces, so please forgive me if i actually butchered this :(

mixtape here!

The tears that had fallen down your flushed cheeks almost felt frozen against your skin. The funeral was just a sickening reminder of what once was, was now gone. 

Your sister had been one of your best friends in some of the darkest times of the span of your life, helping you cross paths with obstacles and holding your hand to reassure you she’d never let go. 

And once you’d found out you were going to be an aunt to two beautiful girls, you were elated — buy little dresses and shoes for both. 

Anna had won at life in every aspect. 

Including Friedrich. 

A man whom you’d spotted one morning while you’d gone for a walk. A man who’d caught your attention by how beautiful he was to you — sad blue eyes, dark hair, pale skin. 

You’d never hold anger for Anna for finding someone who loved her just as much as she deserved — even if you longed for that feeling. Even if you longed for who was showing her that love. 

Now grief is heavy in your chest. There’s something missing — and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think someone had stolen your heart. 

The Priest’s voice slowly fades out into silence, a ringing in your ear replacing the prayer. 

Please forgive me, Lord. You manage a small prayer in your mind, yet you have yet to blink away a blurry vision of the caskets being led away and towards their final resting place. 

Your chin quivers slightly, eyebrows pinching together in what could only be described as anguish from anyone who looks at you. You can feel the eyes of Ellen who looks drained and tired. 

You can’t manage to meet the eyes of anyone else. 

Once the Priest has closed the book in his hand, your feet are quick to walk away, not wanting to be there any longer than what you had to. 

A shuddering breath leaves your parted lips, a slight stumble in your steps. It seems like a never ending path towards the carriage. A gloved hand quickly reaches out towards the door, making you stop in your steps. 

“I need to make sure you get home safely.” 

Your eyes drift over towards Friedrich. His blue eyes pop out more from his bloodshot, teary eyes. Snow dusts the shoulders of his jacket and hat. 

Shaking your head, you look away quickly. “No. I will be fine.”

“This is not a negotiation.” 

Clenching your jaw, the door opens and his hand lands on your back to help you inside. Sitting down on the left side, he steps inside and sits in front of you. Once he shuts the door, the sounds of the horses trotting are muffled as the carriage begins to move. 

The weight of his heavy stare remains on you the remainder of the way, the nauseous feeling almost dizzying. It makes you bite down on your tongue slightly as your eyes remain on the bare trees as you pass. 

The inside of your home is warm. It was small, even if you could afford a bigger home, you had no one to share that with. A small one was just as good. 

Your back straightens when the door closes and you glance over at Friedrich who looks around the home. You look away and pull at your gloves. “I am home now,” You place them on the table along with your jacket. “You can leave.” 

It’s silent for a moment. Then you hear a small sigh. “Why are you trying to dismiss me? I am trying…” He trails off. You remain with your back towards him, picking at the skin around your nails. You flinch when his hand suddenly wraps around your bicep, turning you towards him. 

You look mortified, he notices. At that, he frowns and tilts his head when you look away, trying to follow your line of sight. “Why are you practically avoiding me? You can’t even look at me!” 

“Because looking at you makes me sick!” You finally snap, looking at him finally. Even if there was no reason to raise your voice, there also wasn’t much to push you over the edge at the moment. “I can not bear to look at you without…” You trail off, your chin quivering once again. 

Your hands lift to cover your face, a sob escaping once again causing your shoulders to shake and knees to buckle. 

Friedrich’s hands are quick to capture your sides, his own knees falling with you to the ground. Shaking your head, your hands push at his arms. “No. No,” Your voice cracks and wavers. “Don’t touch me. I don’t want you to touch me!” 

He allows you to push at his arms, yet he never relents. Once your clawing and desperate attempts to push his arms away, your own arms fall slowly against your side, your cheek pressed against his chest as you continue to cry. 

His hand lifts and holds the back of your head, a small furrow to his brows as his own eyes begin to water once again. Pushing your head back with his hand, you look up at him with a shuddering chest. His head tilts as he looks at you, eyeing the loose strands of hair that stick to your cheeks. 

Lips pulled into a frown, he pushes those strands away gently. Your brows pinch together and your eyes slowly close as your head turns. His thumb presses into the corner of your mouth — a gentle, soft press. 

In another timeline, this would’ve been what you wanted — the feeling of his breath against your cheek and the nudge of his nose against yours as his lips brush over your bottom lip. 

Shaking your head, you turn it quickly and feel as his nose presses into your cheekbone now. “No. I can not do this to my sister,” You whisper. “I can not do it to you or myself,” Your voice quivers. 

“You are only hurting, Friedrich.” 

“And so are you.” He whispers. Your head turns slowly, resting your forehead against his, nudging the tip of your nose against his softly. 

“I won’t do this,” You shake your head. “I…I love you. I always have. But if I allow myself what I’ve always wanted, I’m betraying Anna. I will not allow myself to give in to you.” 

His chin quivers this time, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he stares at you quietly. Hand lifting slowly, you place it over his as your cheek leans into his rough palm slightly. 

His lips are shaky and the small laugh he lets out is more like a puff of air. “Can I stay just this one night?” He whispers. 

Staring at him quietly, your mind renders you speechless for a moment. If you say yes would you still be betraying your sister? Would that be giving in to something selfish? 

Turning your head, your lips press against his palm softly before pulling away. 

Anna. Forgive me. 

“You can stay.” 

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[angelsdean]

Mary is 28. The year is 2016. Her whole life has been stolen from her. Some cosmic being plucked her from Heaven, took her away from her home, her husband, her babies, and placed her in this strange new world.

Her babies are gone, replaced with strangers a foot taller than her and nearly a decade older. They call her mom in gruff voices. They are hunters, something she never wanted for them. She has to hold back tears just looking at them. She sees glimmers of herself in Dean. His hair has darkened since he was a little boy, but she sees herself in other parts. The shape of his face, his cheekbones, his smile. She sees herself in Sam too, though he feels stranger. She can't quite match her pudgy little baby to this man.

At night, she moves through the bunker like a ghost. Nothing feels quite real. She takes scissors to her hair, thinks a drastic change will make this all feel more real. Throws herself into hunting. The adrenaline helps. Her racing heart reminding her she's alive, alive, alive. This isn't a dream.

This isn't a dream.

She sobs into her pillow, as the reality of it hits once more. She will never see her babies again.

These strange men look at her like she's a wonder. She understands what they lost. Understands they never had a mother. She imagines she'd look at her babies the same way, if she could see them again.

But she doesn't know how interact with this Sam and this Dean. All she knows is rocking babies to sleep to the tune of "Hey, Jude" and cutting the crusts off PB&J's and warming up store-bought pies for her sweet little toddler. She feels like she's failing at something she never really felt she succeeded at in the first place. So she focuses on the one thing she was ever good at: hunting.

When the British Men of Letters approach her, she goes in with good intentions. She's doing this for her boys. It's the one thing she can do right, she thinks.

Except things go wrong. They always go wrong.

"Cas almost died," Dean says, a hard edge to his voice and his eyes swimming with emotion.

She feels terrible, tries to explain. "I'm doing this for you. I'm playing three decades of catch up here." She wants to say, I'm trying to fix things. If I can rid the world of monsters, if I can make it safe then you won't have to fight anymore. You can have normal lives. You can be free. But she doesn't know how to talk to them.

Mary watches Dean's expression cloud with his own grief. "And we're not? How do you think this has been for us? We're your sons, and you've been gone. Our whole lives, you've been gone," he says. And she understands. She's been gone. And her babies are gone. And it's all so unfair.

"You said that you needed time. No, you said you need space," Dean continues, and she can feel herself losing him. Them. Sam won't even look at her. "So we gave you your space. But you didn't need just space. No, you needed space from us."

He's not wrong. She told them when she left, how hard it was to be around them.

"That's not true," she lies. "Dean, I'm trying –"

"How 'bout for once, you just try to be a mom?" Dean cuts in, hurt, angry.

And it hits her harder than she expected. Because she wishes, wishes she could be a mom again. To her babies. But that's never going to happen. And if she's stuck here, then she needs to figure out some other way to be.

"I am your mother," she says, sternly, "but I am not 'just a mom.' And you are not a child." It's not fair. Part of her knows that's not what Dean was asking. Not how he meant it. She's the one wishing he were a child. Wishing she could be "just" a mom. But she can't be a mother to them. Not this Dean. Not this Sam.

Dean looks her in the eyes, his expression vacant, haunted, and says, "I never was." His lip trembles for just a moment before he regains his composure.

She was a hunter's kid once. She knows what it's like. There's little room for childhood innocence. But she also doesn't know. She had a stable home. She had two parents. She had no siblings to look after.

"So between us and them –" Dean continues, the question hanging in the chasm that has opened up between them.

"It's not like that." Can't you see I'm choosing you. This is the only way I know how to keep you safe.

"Yeah, Mary, it is." She hates how it doesn't exactly break her heart, hearing her name come from his mouth instead of "mom." It feels more normal. Because these are not her children. "You made your choice. So there's the door."

Dean walks out of the room without a second look. Sam rises from the table, averting his eyes. She understands this too. Struggling to look. To see.

But this isn't how she wanted things to go. She didn't mean to upset them. And she doesn't want to lose them completely. She just--needs more time. "Sam," she tries. Maybe it would be easier to get through to him. He never really knew her, has no memories of her.

But he tells her to go too.

And maybe part of her is glad for the easy out. This will give her more time. She just needs to focus on hunting. Save the world. Put her babies to rest. Then she can come back and they can...be a family. However that might look for them.

[thewistlingbadger]

And part of this makes me wonder if THIS was the motivation to have Jinx be the way she is. Silco is the one telling Jinx to go apeshit, be deadly, raise hell as long as she's raising hell at the appropriate moments.

"'excise your doubts, Jinx. Be what they fear, Jinx.'"

"You're strong now, just as you were always meant to be."

Jinx is NOT weak. She is capable of not only doing the unspeakable but of taking care of herself and looking out for her own self interest. Silco doesn't have to worry about people using Jinx to get to him because they're just as afraid of her as they are of him. She's proven to everyone she's not someone you mess with, unless you want to get blown into pieces. She has the skills, the knowledge, and capacity to get shit done and put people in their place.

Children are the weaknesses of parents because they are vulnerable. Look at Vander. Vander gave up everything, twice, to protect his kids because he knew that even though they were skilled, they didn't have enough to handle Piltover or Silco. They were strong for their age, but overall still weak, and that's why he had to protect them.

Marcus is willing to do whatever Silco says because Silco is willing to do whatever it takes to keep Marcus in check, even if that comes at the expense of Ren. And why is Marcus so horrified when he comes home and sees them playing? It's not just the breached privacy or the fact that Silco is a dangerous man, it has to do with the fact that Ren is a little girl, no older than six. Not only is she in no way prepared to defend herself, she's also not in a position to recognize danger. She let Silco in his goons into her house, even though they were strangers, because he told her.

Renni's biggest grievance with Silco is that in her view her son died on his watch. The factory was not a place that was supposed to be attacked. It was supposed to be a place that was "safe," a place where her son wouldn't be vulnerable to all the danger of the streets of Zaun. But ultimately her son ends dying in the factory, he was vulnerable the whole time.

Jinx, emotionally and mentally IS vulnerable but this isn't a side of her that she lets on to people. Most people think she's crazy not because they're aware of her mental illness, but because they see the way she attacks others, how swiftly she unloads entire packs of bullets into people, and how she does it with a smile on her face. Physically in that manner she is not vulnerable to being attacked and given her standing with Silco, she also isn't vulnerable socially. She stomps on everyone's toes and doesn't have to worry about retaliation because if they got a problem they gotta go through Silco, and no one goes through Silco. Jinx is Silco's child but because she is not vulnerable in a conventional way, she isn't a threat to him. No one is going to use her to get to him, she's never going to purposefully be put in danger for the sake of unnerving Silco.

We often hear claims of Silco "weaponizing" jinx and a portion of us dislike this claim because Jinx is a very shitty weapon for Silco to wield. She doesn't follow orders, she's unpredictable, she always causes problems for him more than she fixes them, and she puts a target on his back. But what if "weaponizing" Jinx never had anything to do with Silco himself? What if it had everything to do with Jinx? What if he made her into something dangerous not so he could use her, but for her to use herself? And ultimately in that process, protecting Silco's own ass in a way. If Jinx is able to be "strong" then she isn't a weakness, she can't be used against Silco, and she herself ends up being protected from danger because she has the skills to defend herself.

Silco's main trauma is the betrayal, and there's two key components to that event: 1. He and Vander were family and 2. Silco could not defend himself. Vander was his brother, and he betrayed him. This wound has left Silco viewing family as weakness and also as something that's false in a way. In s1 EP3 he doesn't understand why Vander would reject Silco, would rather die wastefully to protect his kids. Vander's resolve on this matter deeply upsets him. Later in the show, he is constantly undermining Jinx's past familial connections because to Silco, family is weakness. They lead you into a false sense of security when at any moment they could turn on you and hurt you.

"Your sister is gone. You know that as well as I do."

"Vander wasn't the man you thought he was."

"Everyone betrays us Jinx. Vander, her-"

"They're here for the crystal, not for you. Have you forgotten where you came from? Who found you? Who took care of you? I am your family."

Silco trusted Vander with his life. They spent years together building up the cause, they lost Felicia, who was their family too. And what did Vander do? Strike Silco down when he was none the wiser. Ambushed him in the river, knowing that in a fight between him and himself, Silco would never stand a chance. Silco isn't a fighter, his words are his weapons. The only reason he came out of the river alive was pure luck. Pure luck that Vander had a knife on him. Pure luck Silco had enough sense to him to grab the knife and strike. Pure luck that the strike caught Vander off guard and gave Silco enough time to get out.

Arcane fans who are convinced or have convinced themselves that silco is a completely righteous girl dad who'd loves and protects all children like he protects powder are so funny. As if he didn't threaten to take renni's(?) Child out for disobedience and, in that same scene, mocks her by saying jayce already did that for her. Not to mention the whole thing with Marcus' child. Stg all those adopting everyone girldad interpretations are removing the wonderful sauce and cheese of the very tasty complex morally Grey leaning black silco pizza

[livingformintyoongi]

Safe Haven | Kim Seokjin

Summary: Based on this post by @foryoufics (She also did her version with Jimin, you can read it in this link <3). Warnings: I guess we can say it's a bit angsty, but it also has fluff! Jin is a sweetheart and tries to comfort his wife because he can't stand to see the love of his life sad. Pairing: Fem!reader x Kim Seokjin Word count: 2.3k Permanent Taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss @yooglefics @tan-veee @angellekookie @madussthoughts Dividers by @kodaswrld

This day had been more exhausting than any other. You were used to carrying the weight of everything, filling your mind with questions generated by your anxiety that made you overthink everything over and over again: Am I enough? Am I trying too hard? What have I done wrong? Those, and hundreds of other questions, made your insecurity take over every corner of your mind.

And honestly, you were so tired of it all.

“Y/N…” your father murmured behind you, watching you as your attention remained focused on the oven in front of you. You had spent the last few weeks going back and forth from your house to your father’s café, trying to do everything you could to help him, to be useful, all in hopes that someone, anyone, would notice your efforts.

Customers love this kind of stuff, right? Cakes make people happy, you wanted to make people happy with your work, was that too much to ask?

“I just put the muffins in the oven, so we can’t take them out yet. Should I start making the cookie dough? Mom said they’ve been selling the most these past few days.”

“Y/N, stop.” You felt your father’s hands land firmly on your shoulders, forcing you to shift your focus towards him. You could see it in his face, that look everyone had been giving you these past few days: pity, sadness. You really hated it. “I really appreciate that you want to help, and I’ve enjoyed having you back after all this time apart, but I think it’s time for you to… go home.”

“What do you mean?” you whispered, feeling your heart shrink in your chest at his request. Were you bothering your father now? Were you not being helpful to him either? Had you become a second choice for him as well?

“You’ve been coming here for weeks, working nonstop, we barely have time for ourselves…” He paused before continuing, his eyes, although hesitant, stayed locked on yours. “You barely have time for yourself. You’re still so young, you have a life out there, a husband, friends… You shouldn’t be wasting your time with your parents. We’ve lived a whole life with you, it’s time for you to start living yours, sweetheart.”

Ah.

You wanted to cry again.

How could you explain to your father that he was wrong about most things?

You had no friends, at least not any who cared in the same way you cared for them. You felt like your life was crumbling little by little, like you had built a house of bricks that you kept demolishing because one of them didn’t fit with the others. And your husband… Ah, Jin, your dear husband.

Thinking about him brought you a little peace. For a second, you felt the pressure in your chest become a little more bearable; Jin loved you, he always had, he was one of the few people who always put you first. You were always his first choice, even when dozens of women were in love with him. He was always there for you when your mind played tricks on you, and he was always patient with you, even when you couldn’t be with yourself.

You loved Jin, and he loved you, and that gave you a deep peace amidst the storm that was your mind.

“I’ve called him to come pick you up, he should be here soon,” your father’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you quickly refocused on him as he came closer to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “Go home and rest for a bit, okay?”

You let out a soft sigh, one that sounded just like how you felt: exhausted. “Alright… thank you.”

Your eyes began to sting the moment his arms enveloped you in a warm hug. This was exactly why you came here. The warmth of home, the security your parents gave you, the fact that no matter what happened, you would always be their daughter, someone irreplaceable, someone they would always love.

You squeezed your father’s sturdy body against yours, using all your strength, holding onto his shirt as if you were that little girl again who would come crying to her parents’ room after a nightmare, needing the comfort of the only people who could protect her from the horrors of the outside world.

The soft ringing of a bell followed by the sound of the door closing caught your attention. You barely peeked your face from your father’s neck, just enough to see who it was. You almost let out a sob when you saw Jin standing in the doorway, looking like he had just run a marathon.

Had he really come here running just to pick you up?

“Sorry for the delay, traffic was crazy,” he let out a laugh, not the usual one that made everyone around him laugh, but one more nervous, as if he wanted to lighten the mood with a poor attempt at humor. “Uh… are you ready to go or���?”

“No, no, I’m… I’m ready,” you murmured, letting go of your father’s shirt and saying goodbye with a barely perceptible smile. “Goodbye, Dad, see you later,” you gently patted his shoulders, a small part of you still refusing to let him go completely, maybe that inner child that still lived within you, needing the shelter of your parents. On the other hand, the more mature side of you, the one that governed most of you, knew you couldn’t stay here baking cakes and cookies forever.

So, you let him go.

“Let’s go,” you said quietly to Jin, walking straight to the door to leave the place. The suffocating feeling was hard to shake off, even when you were outdoors, and the slight pressure in your chest was becoming more unbearable. You had barely stepped outside, and already felt like you were about to crumble.

“Sweetheart,” Jin’s voice sounded far away to you, was it your imagination? Had you walked too far? Had your thoughts become so loud that even the voices of real people now seemed muffled and lifeless? “Why don’t we sit down for a second?”

You didn’t respond before his hands took yours and guided you to a small bench in the park just a few meters from your parents’ café. When had you walked so far?

His soft hands gently held yours as he helped you sit down on the bench. Your tumultuous and overwhelming thoughts, although still present, seemed to shrink into a small corner of your mind, allowing you to return to the real world. Allowing you to see Jin.

His dark brown eyes watched your face with attention, and one of his hands had risen to your cheek without you noticing. His touch made you melt into him the moment your brain fully processed what he was doing. It felt good to have him close.

“I’m not going to pressure you or anything, because I don’t want your little head playing against you more than it already has, so I’ll ask you this question, and if you don’t want to answer it, then we’ll just go on as if nothing happened until the moment you’re ready, okay?” A small smile appeared on his plump lips when he saw you nodding quietly. Well, at least you were listening, that was progress. “Can you tell me why you’re like this?”

“I… I don’t know,” you whispered with a broken voice. You hated that question, hated the answer, and hated how the urge to cry began to flood you again to the point where even breathing became hard, like the pain in your chest grew stronger, and how you couldn’t see clearly due to the salty water beginning to form in your eyes.

You hated feeling like this.

“Are you sure?” Jin asked, tilting his head slightly so he wouldn’t lose eye contact with you. It was only then, when you saw the worry in his face, that you broke down.

Finally, you let everything you had inside pour out in the form of a messy cry, cheeks filled with tears and soft gasps hidden between sobs that made it hard to speak normally. The only comfort you had were Jin’s strong and warm arms wrapped around your body protectively, trying to calm your sadness with sweet words, soft kisses on your shoulder, and caresses on your back.

You were a walking mess right now, yes, but, for some reason, it felt comforting. Crying on the shoulder of one of the most important people to you, letting out the pain that had been in your chest… it felt liberating.

“It’s okay… everything will be okay,” he whispered beside your ear, using one of his hands to stroke your hair. You could feel his head resting against yours and his hands holding you tightly against him, as if he knew you felt like you were going to collapse at any moment.

“I feel so… so alone,” you groaned between sobs, hiding your face in that area where his neck met his shoulder. The hiccups became more constant, making it really hard for you to speak, but that didn’t stop you, not now that you could finally get it out of your mind. “I’ve tried everything, Jin, but no matter how hard I try, no matter how many times I try… it’s never enough.” You clenched your jaw, trying to stop a sob from escaping too loudly; you were still aware enough to remember you were in a public place. “I’m never enough for anyone.”

“Hey, hey,” he pulled away slightly from you, creating enough distance to take your cheeks in his hands so he could look you in the eyes. “Sweetheart, look at me.” His warm, soft thumbs wiped away the stream of tears falling from your eyes, and although he couldn’t stop the sobs from escaping, the way he caressed your face managed to calm your crying a bit. “What are you talking about? What do you mean by that?”

“It’s just that… I’ve tried everything to be what everyone always expects. I always gave my best to fit in with other people and no matter how much I try, it never seems to work," you said, your voice shaky, your eyes avoiding Jin's every few seconds because you were completely incapable of looking him in the eye. "I'm always the second choice, Jin. No one has ever truly considered me; Seojoon always invites Seulgi to his outings and only turns to me when she cancels, the same happens with Jumin and Seyeon and with absolutely all of my friends." You covered your eyes with your hands, just like a five-year-old child trying to wipe away tears or hide their gaze. "Am I that unpleasant? Is it really that hard to think of me as someone other than the replacement for someone else?"

"Of course not," he quickly shook his head, frowning when he heard your concern. Jin had known you’d been having some issues with your friends lately; he figured it out when you started going to your parents' café, but he never thought it was because of the insecurity their actions were causing you. "It's not hard to love you, of course it’s not! Loving you is as easy as breathing, it’s... it’s something you do unconsciously, that's it!" He moved his face closer to yours, gently pressing your foreheads together. "I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding, but even if it's not, what does it matter what they think? Other people's decisions don't define your worth."

"But—"

"No, Y/N, no buts," he said with the softest voice he could, lifting your face so he could kiss your forehead. "You are the sweetest, most thoughtful, and loving woman I’ve ever met in my life; you are my best friend, my wife, the love of my life, and I won’t let you speak ill of someone so important to me because of idiots who don’t know how to value the wonderful friend they have." He couldn't help but smile when he heard you let out a soft laugh at his comment. Good, he had managed to calm your tears a little. "Friends come and go, if they really loved you, they’d stay by your side through the good and the bad... maybe you haven't found the right people yet, but you’re still young, you still have time to find a circle where you’re accepted for who you are, not for who you pretend to be to please them." He gently stroked your cheeks, watching as your red nose scrunched up slightly and your brow furrowed. "And until then, I’ll be by your side, I’ll take care of you at all times because you are my best friend, and I’ll be with you no matter what, understood?"

You took a deep breath. Slowly, you counted to 10, regulating your breathing as best as you could. Then, you nodded. "Understood."

"Good, then," he stood up from the floor, taking your hands to help you up from the bench, never stopping the gentle caress of your knuckles. "What do you think about going home, I’ll make your favorite food, and we can watch a couple of movies until we fall asleep?"

You smiled faintly, watching as your husband smiled back at you cheerfully, as if you didn’t look like a complete mess at the moment.

"That sounds perfect," you murmured, giving his hands a soft squeeze before starting to walk back to where his car was parked.

Jin glanced at you from the corner of his eye, noticing how your gaze stayed low and melancholic, but less depressed than before. He knew it would take time to lift that weight from your heart completely, but he was willing to wait and help in any way he could to make that fear disappear.

Masterlist.

[slaymitchabernathy]

Lullaby

In the quiet of the morning, instead of sleeping, Coriolanus Snow finds himself occupying his daughter’s nursery.

Bouncing her up and down in his arms, peering down at her sweet little face, this must be what it’s like to truly be a rich man, he thinks. He used to think that wealth came from riches but after his daughter was born, everything changed.

With his darling wife and darling daughter, he’s the richest man in the world.

His little Ceraphina had woken up earlier than usual, crying for her mother who was still fast asleep when Coriolanus woke to her wailing. He could’ve woken Soarynn, had her tend to Ceraphina but he decided that a little time spent with his daughter was more than needed.

After working long hours and stressing over the uncontrollable, it’s nice to slow things down, see things through his little girls eyes.

Right now it’s as if he’s staring into Soarynn’s eyes, blue and gray. Ceraphina will grow up to be her twin, he’s sure of it.

She looks up at him in fascination, blinking whenever he shifts and the sunlight shines down on her face. She scrunches her nose and squeezes her eyes, the tiniest sneeze he’s ever heard comes out of her mouth a moment later.

Coriolanus chuckles, gently wiping her nose with his finger, “Bless you my little darling.”

Ceraphina coos, reaching up to touch him with her tiny little hands making grabbing motions. Coriolanus obliges her silent request, sitting down in the rocking chair Soarynn always sits in before putting Ceraphina to bed.

He makes sure she’s safely pressed against his bare chest before her little hand grabs onto the tip of his nose, her eyes filled with curiosity. She squeezes it and he smiles, never in a million years did Coriolanus think he’d ever be blessed like this, with a beautiful family to call his own.

“That’s my nose,” he tells her, pressing his lips into a thin line when her hand travels down to his lips, eager to stick her hand into his mouth which just won’t do. Ceraphina squeals in delight when he presses a kiss to her tiny hand, she’s always been so perceptive to him, soaking up every moment with her father.

Mostly because he doesn’t see her as often as he’d like with work. It makes these moments all the more special.

“I ought to get you back to sleep my little princess,” he muses once she pulls her hand away. She looks so adorable in her little jumper, pink of course with frilly white socks over her small feet. Even as a baby she’s stylish.

Her entire nursery shows the wealth their family has, the taste and elegance. Soarynn decorated the entire thing herself, making sure that no small detail was overlooked when creating a safe haven for their daughter.

Ceraphina babbles something he doesn’t quite understand but he’s more than used to it by now. Sooner or later she’ll be speaking in full sentences and he doesn’t know what he’ll do when that happens.

He can’t imagine her growing up.

“Why don’t I sing you a lullaby? Though I won’t sound nearly as good as your mother.”

It’s not rare for him to come home just as Soarynn is putting Ceraphina into her crib, softly singing the last lyrics of her lullaby with her heavenly voice.

Coriolanus clears his throat, hopefully he remembers all the words.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, and close your eyes And when they open, the sun will rise Here it’s safe, here it’s warm, here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are safe and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you

It nearly brings him to tears how quickly her eyes lull shut, feeling completely safe in her father’s arms, in her nursery, in her home where she is so loved and cherished.

Coriolanus presses a kiss to her forehead and slowly rises from the chair, padding over to her crib so he can lay her back down.

Once he does, his arms suddenly feel so empty, like a piece of him is missing.

He watches her sleep, her small body taking in breaths before letting them out. It’s amazing that she’s a tiny little person he created with Soarynn, that after nine long months, she’s here.

A soft hand comes to rest on his shoulder and he glances to his side where Soarynn has appeared, her hair in a messy braid after sleeping and her nightgown falling off her shoulders.

She looks beautiful.

“Good morning,” she whispers, going to her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Coriolanus leans into her touch, snaking an arm around her waist, “Good morning my darling girl.”

“Did you get her back to sleep all by yourself?”

Coriolanus proudly grins, some men are incapable of caring for their children without their wife in the room but not him. “I did, I sang her the lullaby.”

Soarynn hums, resting her hand on the edge of the crib to look down at Ceraphina, “It works like a charm doesn’t it?”

Coriolanus squeezes her waist, “It certainly does.”

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[girlactionfigure]

Righteous Among the Nations 

 Ireland

Mary Elmes

Mary Elisabeth Elmes was born in Cork, Ireland, in 1909. When the Spanish Civil War broke out she decided to go to Spain, where she was involved in humanitarian aid as part of a Quaker organization, the American Friends Service Committee.

In 1939 she joined the Republican refugees who fled to France, and became responsible for all Quaker activity in Perpignan.

The Fall of France in 1940 resulted in great challenges for the relief workers. With her staff significantly reduced - the British workers on her team were now enemy aliens and had to leave the country - Elmes had to face the growing plight of Jewish refugees who were interned in detention camps in the Pyrenees region.

Elmes joined forces with the Jewish OSE organization and especially with Dr. Joseph Weill and Andrée Salomon, who were active in the rescue of Jews.

Until mid-August 1942 children could be legally released from the camps, but on August 11 deportations of Jews from the camp of Rivesaltes began, first to Drancy near Paris, and from there to Auschwitz.

From that time until the camp closed on 25 November 1942, the authorities no longer released children from the camp. Elmes was fully aware of the meaning of the deportations.

Lois Gunden (an American Mennonite who was recognized as Righteous Among the Nations in 2012 for rescuing children in the same region) wrote in her journal: "Mary informed me about the return of Polish and German Jews to Poland where death and starvation awaits them".

Braving the danger, Elmes and her Jewish colleagues smuggled children out of the camp and brought them to safe places.

Two of the children rescued by Mary Elisabeth Elmes were Ronald Freund (today Friend) and his brother Michael.

Their parents, Drs. Hans and Eva Freund fled from Germany to Italy when Hitler came to power in 1933. They lived in Milan, where their son Michael was born in 1936.

When the anti-Jewish laws were enacted in Italy, the family fled to France and settled in Paris. When Germany invaded France, they fled once again, this time to the South of France.

In 1942 they tried to flee to Switzerland but failed; and on 4 September 1942 they were interned in the camp of Rivesaltes. According to a letter Mary Elmes wrote to the American Friends Service Committee in Marseille, she convinced Dr. Freund to take the two children out of the camp.

"He has signed the necessary discharge, confiding the children to our care". Michael and Ronald were taken to a children's home in Vernet les Bains and then to the St. Louis Hospital in Perpignan.

Hans Freund was deported to Majdanek on 4 March 1943, where he perished. The mother survived the war and was reunited with her sons after liberation.

In February 1943 Mary Elmes was arrested by the authorities because of her resistance to the German occupiers and the Vichy government.

She was first held in Toulouse, and later taken to Fresnes prison on the outskirts of Paris. She was nevertheless released six months after her arrest. She continued her humanitarian work until the end of the war and the liberation of France. She lived in France until she passed away in 2003.

May their memories be a blessing.

Documenting Anti-Semitism

[manias-wordcount]

Hi, can I request a Karasu Tabito x Fem Reader, childhood friends to lovers, lots of fluff please?

Also, I wanted to tell ya that ya did a great job on Kinkoctber this year.

Next Stop (Tabito Karasu x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

“You’re not falling asleep on me, right sweetheart?”

You were.

While you might have instantly perked up the moment you heard him call you that very petname that gets your heart fluttering, there’s no denying that you were out of it a moment ago. Just a little bit, at least. Your eyes were closed. Your head was leaning against his shoulder. Your body was pressed into his side and your arms were circled around his arm- keeping you rooted to him. You something warm to keep you sane and from freezing in these frigid, late-night temperatures as the two of you sit here and wait.

But you just couldn’t help it. The silence was just so peaceful. The cold had become something you grew numb to. And he just made you feel so comfortable here. So safe. You were falling asleep. You were falling asleep. But you didn’t exactly want Tabito to know that. You promised him you’d stay up with him. You promised him you could handle it.

But now he’s looking at you with that half-lidded smile and you can’t help but feel very, very embarrassed knowing that he has caught you right in the act. Damn those eyes of his.

“No,” You murmur back, tearing your gaze away from his and adverting your eyes. The sound of his chuckles starts to fill the silence as you put on your childish display. But it’s quickly accented by the feeling of one of Tabito’s hands finding yours and grabbing onto it. His fingers thread between yours and he squeezes it tight as he pulls you impossibly closer into his side. 

“S’okay,” He tells you, his head dipping by your ear to ensure you hear him. Though judging by the way he lets out yet another amused chuckle at your expense while you’re too busy shivering at the feeling of his breath brushing against your skin. You feel your cheeks warm up even more, and you open your mouth to let out some sort of snarky reply to his teasing. But before you could even get the words out, Tabito speaks up again. This time, his voice was a little softer. A little more serious. “Maybe I should have had you stay home. I still don’t like the idea of you walking back to your place by yourself.”

Your retort falls flat on your tongue, and you chance a look at Tabito- at your best friend in the whole world. He’s looking at you with a pensive sort of look. No, not at you. Past you, it would seem. Almost like he’s like disappointed in himself, just for letting you have your way.

As much as you want to protest, you can’t exactly blame him for feeling this way. This isn’t exactly the most forgiving time or location. And you know your parents would kill you if they found out you were here, at a bus stop on the very outskirts of civilization that barely anyone remembers. Even if you were with the only boy they have ever trusted. Because no sane set of parents would want to hear about their daughter sneaking off to do something like this at four in the morning. But you wanted to be here. You told him you would be here with him. To keep him company. To send him off. You promised.

That’s the only reason why you’re here right now, wrapped up in jackets and scarves while sitting at some bus stop on the very edge of town at almost five in the morning. Tabito is supposed to be heading to a soccer training camp today. You remember him reading you his offer letter. You remember how satisfied he seemed with himself as his eyes poured over every word. And now you’re here, sitting at the bus stop with his bag by your feet as he keeps you tucked into his side. 

He originally didn’t want you to come and wait with him. He still doesn’t, based on the way he keeps looking at you like the very thought of leaving you out here on your own makes him sick. But you had managed to tap into his soft spot for you with lots and lots of begging and pouting. And you would like to imagine that he appreciates someone sitting out here, waiting with him for the bus to arrive. Because you can’t go with him. No one can go with him. He has to do this alone. 

But he doesn’t have to be alone if that makes sense.

“Nope!” You shut that little thought down with the best smile you can offer him as you give his hand a squeeze of conviction. You’d rather walk home yourself after watching him get on his bus than run the risk of making him miss it. There’s no way you’d forgive yourself if that happened. And besides… “I can handle it.”

…you like being out here. You like being out here with him.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, just a little harder. His lip darts out and licks at his lips absently, and you can’t help but have your eyes follow the motion. He’s displaying a vulnerability that he tends not to show in front of anyone else. It’s a mesmerizing side of him to you. A side he only shows when he’s comfortable enough to let the walls come down. Just a little bit. But where he’s going, he doesn’t need to be vulnerable. That side is only for you to enjoy. “There’s still time before my bus comes for me to walk you back. In fact, how about I just-”

Just like this kiss is only for him.

It’s soft. It’s quick. It’s your first kiss. And it was just a heat-of-the-moment decision just to get him to shut up more than anything. But before you can pull always, Tabito’s hand is already reaching up and cupping your cheek as he presses his lips against yours. His kiss is much harder. It’s much longer. And almost feels more experienced as his tongue almost instantly goes to brush against your lips.

And as the kiss gets impossibly deep and he starts to pull you in impossibly closer, you realize that it’s a message. It’s a message to you. He’ll relent. He’ll stop pushing. He’ll stop asking if he could walk you home. So long as you keep letting him do this. So long as you keep kissing him back. 

And as you keep kissing and kissing and kissing, you want to tell yourself that you don’t know what this means. But you know that you do. You both know that based on the looks that the two of you share in between breathes. The moments right before he dives right back in and you dive right back in with him. It feels right, you realize. It feels like the right decision, to be here. It feels like the right moment, to be doing this. And it feels like the right person to be doing this with. But is that really so surprising?

You don’t think so. It’s just a shame you didn’t work up the courage to do this sooner. Oh well. You’ll just have to make up for a future’s worth of lost time. And it’s better to start late than never.

And it’s a good thing you got started then too. Because by the time his bus arrives, you’re starting to feel dizzy and you swear your lips must be swollen based on just how many kisses Tabito must have stolen from you. But you’re still there to wait for him. You’re still there to see him off. You’re still there to get your one last hug and watch him get on that bus. And that’s all you really wanted. That’s all you really needed. Though if you had more time? You probably would have stolen a couple more kisses too. Something for the road. Something to remember him by. And something to give him a little luck too.

Not that he needed it, of course.

[your-sleeparalysisdem0n]

*~𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆~*

𝐇𝐒𝐑 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

summary: You were found by the astral express in a less-than-pitiful state. As you tread the path of the trailblaze with your companions, will your journey lead you towards the celstial night sky? Or will your flight be short and bright like Icarus's?

Part1 (sever the past), Part2 (coming soon!...)

𝕋𝕎: 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕄ℂ, 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖(𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕔), ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝔸 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥

"Y/N GET YOUR ASS UP WE'RE LEAVING FOR THE XIANZHOU"

"10 MORE MINUTES OR YOUR ASS IS GONNA GET BEATEN"

You were a member of the Astral Express crew, somekme who reached out towards the starry sky while treading the path of the trailblaze. You loved being a trailblazer, it was more than what you could ever ask for. The Astral Express was a place you held close to your heart, and you were ecstatic to have a place where you could call 'home'.

The playful bickerings with Caelus, the late-night gossiping with March, the silent reading sessions with Dan Heng. It felt like something out of a beautiful dream, a dream you wouldn't mind at all spending eternity in.

However, you always longed for more. Desperately wanting even though that light is unreachable. The Paradise so close, yet so far. You loved trailblazing, but what your brittle, broken heart yearned for the most of all, was the final puzzle piece to fill the emptiness of your past.

The express had found you on the brink of death while trailblazing a planet. Welt had discovered you underneath a lush and abundant willow tree. He was the one who took you back to the express, where you were nursed back to health by Pom-Pom and Himeko. You couldn't be more thankful for them saving you, you really can't.

But sometimes... on solemn, lonely days like this, you wish they had left you on that dreadful planet. You sometimes wish on that fateful day, Y/N L/N ceased to exist. For though you survived, the cost of survival had been a part of yourself. The price to pay for your life was your most precious memories. Countless nights you dreamt of faceless men and women, whose arms embraced you so delicately and adoringly. You vividly remember the serene smile of an angel who appeared in your dreams and chased the looming shadows of the past away. You would do anything to figure out who that smile belonged to, anything.

Hoping to feel that gentle warmth once more, you closed your eyes, praying to any Aeon listening to see that ethereal smile once last time-

"Y/N! WHAT THE FUCK IS KEEPING YOU SO LONG? ARE YOU TAKING A SHIT IN THERE?"

Welp-, never mind.

"Caelus, stop it. She might still be tired, we can't blame her for oversleeping when you two are the reason she didn't get any sleep last night." You hear Dan Heng's smooth, melodic voice say to The Trailblazer. Soon another voice, belonging to a lively pink-haired girl joins in.

"But Dan Heng! All we did was send a few memes in the group chat! It wasn't THAT big of a deal!"

This asshole. Wdym it 'wasn't a big deal-'

Dan Heng's sigh echoed across the express's walls. "March, you and Caelus spammed over 1000 memes in the group chat last night. My phone is still lagging because of your 'messages'. I think it's safe to say that she didn't get any sleep either."

Caelus grinned "That's not my problem, it's hers. She shouldn't have slept with the notifications on :3"

*sigh* "What are you-" You could hear Dan Heng's exasperated sigh from your room. You imagined the 'I'm so done with these idiots' look, which made you stifle a laugh on more than one occasion. You could practically hear the deadpan expression on his face.

'Those idiots will probably try to jump me when I come out, should I go now and apologize?' You ponder.

.

.

.

'Nah, let them wait' you thought, with a mischievous grin appearing on your face.

You gazed down at the notebook in your hands, the one which you use to jot down any returning memories or to recollect some moments with your astral express companions.

You sighed. 'Will my memories ever return to me again?..'

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

The sound of a hand banging on your door interrupts your train of thoughts, and once more, you hear Caelus's (annoying) voice on the other side.

"She's not answering. Guys, do you actually think she died in there?"

"Uhhhh... I don't know, let's find out!"

"How?"

"Use your baseball bat dumbass." March scoffed.

"Oh, right."

"Can we please not do any brash move-"

*BAM*

Before you could even warn him to stop, you hear the swinging of a baseball bat and the breaking of a door. F in the chat for Door-Chan, it did nothing wrong😔.

Gawking at your now broken door, you turned your head to the raccoon-like trailblazer only to find that that little bitch had a smile on his face, that mf-

"CAELUS YOU DUMBASS, WHY TF DID YOU BREAK MY DOOR?"

"I have a baseball bat, what else do you expect me to do with it?"

"I- Fair point."

You sigh, seeing as your memories haven't returned to you yet again. The peace and tranquility of the moment ruined by a certain Baseball-bat-swinging raccoon.

"Y/N, we gotta set out for The Lufou. March and Dan Heng are good to go. Though, March says she's a little sick."

"Does a sick person really send over 1000 memes at 3 A.M.?"

"What else would a sick person do? Lie in bed all day and do nothing? ;-;"

You rolled your eyes at his antics, being used to them from your time together with the gray-haired trailblazer.

You sighed. "Ahh alright, let's go to The Xianloo Lowpoo or something like that."

"It's pronounced The Xianzh- "

"Shut it." You scowled, as you both left the now silent room, with the fragments of your past life, and the echos of your dreams on the bed.

A/N: this is my first fanfic ever, why is it so cringe;-;. I welcome constructive criticism! Thank you for reading <3. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated! If this blows up, I'll do a part 2! :D

please do not spam like as it could get me shadowbanned. No plagiarism is allowed.

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[son1c]

thinking about sonic in my movie rewrite and uuuu... guy who has so many questions and no way to answer them...

being alone on earth for so long, sonic has had more than enough time to stew in his thoughts. who were those warriors that killed longclaw? why did they kill her? why was she even protecting him in the first place?? who is he??? these questions upset him, so he tries not to think about them for too long. he fills his time with other things--reading, exploring, etc.

eventually, he comes to see earth as his home. the realization comes to him suddenly, while he's admiring the view from a cliff at yellowstone or something equally as picturesque. it doesn't matter where he came from, because he's here now, and there's so much beauty in the world. sure, he's lonely, but honestly... isn't this better? he'd never say he hated his time with longclaw--he loved her--but it was suffocating. at least now, he can roam free.

but is he truly free? the weight of staying hidden crushes his spirit like a rock. he's on earth, but is he truly part of it? there's this self-imposed wall between him and everyone else. it's true that he interacts with nature--his best friends are the birds--but he's still an outcast from society. he hates feeling like he can't connect with them. he hates that he's being restricted by his promise to longclaw to stay safe.

and maybe he does break it at some point. before he meets annie, i mean. he tries talking to a human, but they understandably freak out and get aggressive. (maybe a cop who pulls a gun on him? LOL.) thankfully, nothing bad comes of it because no one believes the person who saw him when they start raving about an alien monster they saw, but that negative experience at least would explain why sonic just. resigns himself to following his dead mom's rules. because maybe she was right, y'know?

[lambsgod]

never putting himself out there may have kept him safe from potential judgment, but in hiding himself away, he was also closing himself off from experiencing a true connection that may help him feel more at home in the world. he was a shy kid, clearly suffering from more than fern could gather just from their brief conversation, but he deserved to feel like he had a place to belong just like anyone else. there was only so much she could do for him in this casual setting— he would really benefit from regular therapy session with her, and even then, it could still take years before he saw any lasting, meaningful change in his life, but she still wanted to do whatever she could to help him out in the moment, not because she had an obligation to as a mental health professional, but because she wanted to see him perk up. keeping him company hadn't been a complete chore, either; he was easy to talk to, and spending time with him holed up in the kitchen meant she didn't have to continue painting on that happy face for the sake of keeping up appearances. putting her focus on arlo and his apparent problems was a welcome distraction, but even if she did find herself feeling down about what was going on in her own life, she didn't think he'd think any less of her for expressing it. she could probably say anything to him, and he'd still find some way to spin it in a favorable light, as evidenced by how he had yet to be put off by any of her misguided attempts at joking with him. "it's alright... it can be a lot," she confessed. "it can be hard not to take your work home with you, but it's definitely the most rewarding job i've ever had. i wouldn't trade it for the world..." especially not since she'd had to fight so hard just to build her own practice, forging something that was truly her own and knowing that all her hard work had succeeded in uplifting others as well. it may have seemed impossible to him at the time, but fern was certain arlo would be able to find his purpose if he just lightened up and began treating himself more kindly. "sister?" she perked up slightly at the added bit of information that slowly but surely began filling in the picture of who he was as a person, eagerly going to fill his glass and pouring it a little too full just to kill off the bottle. "older or younger?" she could definitely see him as the baby of the family, perhaps used to being overlooked by his parents in favor of his siblings, never having gotten enough special attention to help nurture him into a confident young man. in passing off the wine glass to him, their hands briefly brushed, and she couldn't help but overcompensate with a reassuring smile to try and keep him from crawling back into his shell. "so... twenty one. psychology major. you've got a sister, and some major puppy dog eyes... you'd prefer to hide in the kitchen with the chatty therapist rather than going out there and socializing with your peers. what else should i know about you?"

arlo had spent the entirety of his life trying to avoid knowing people’s perceptions of him out of a fear of having his insecurities confirmed, he spent so much of his time lamenting over his flaws that he didn’t also need to then hear them all reaffirmed by his peers or loved ones. in shutting himself out, he also lost any chance of hearing the good that could be said, making so that even a small, seemingly tiny comment like the one that fern had made appear all the more impactful. uncertain of how to respond, he forced another smile and shrugged once again in an awkward display of his lack of social skills. it might've been the longest conversation he'd had with someone who wasn't forced to talk to him for some reason, she could've left at any moment, excused herself with a fresh glass of wine and returned back to the party and yet was instead entertaining him for some unknown reason. her voice was incredibly comforting and reminded him of the podcasts he put on to fall asleep, the sort where the hosts talked about random things in soft, warm voices in order to lull the listener into a relaxed enough state to drift of. he felt inclined to believe whatever she said, not only because of how she said it but because it didn't feel like she was trying to force him into having a more positive mindset. she was right, the world was a bleak, scary place and finding the strength to exist in it had never been arlo's idea of a good time, he'd been reluctantly pulling himself along ever since he could remember and it was nice to have someone recognise that feeling bad was an understandable response to everything going on. thankfully, fern was quick enough to try and backtrack her attempt at a joke before arlo could jump in and try and defend his innocence, which he would've done feverishly in order to try and save himself any more embarrassment than he'd already stomached. parties weren't his sort of thing, that much was obvious but he wasn't against trying to make a friend, not that he thought he and fern could ever be friends, numerous reasons made that an improbability and he wasn't about to make a bigger fool of himself and suggest such a thing but despite his attempts to keep himself hidden away, once in a blue moon it was nice to be seen by someone who seemed an overall good person. "oh! that's- that's cool." her previous conversational points made a lot more sense from the lens of her being a therapist, although it also made him feel simultaneously more aware of how he was coming across, whether she was being so nice because it was what she wanted or because what her therapist brain was saying was the right move; it shouldn't have mattered either way, kindness was kindness but arlo often felt as though he had to earn it. "yes i'm- i'm legal. i mean, i-i'm- i'm twenty one, yes. i can drink." he felt his face grow redder with each fumbled word that fell from his dry mouth and he averted his eyes back down to the ground as if that would somehow stop him from feeling so watched. "i'm not driving. my sister's coming to get me, i think." knowing paloma, there was a large possibility that she had forgotten that she'd promised to drive him home after the party and had instead gotten caught up in some hijinks of her own. "um, i'll... i'll have another glass, please."

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

The way Diana opened a portal straight to samkiel. He is the one place that makes her feel safe. He is her home. Even if she's in denial and can't admit it to herself yet, deep down, she knows 😭

[fusionsprunt]

Hunter what the FUCK-

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[avirael]

FFxivWrite 2024

Day 22 - Return (Free Day)

A part of Rael thought that all of this was going to smoothly. Or maybe for once they were simply lucky. Not only had they been able to free Flame General Raubahn from Ilberd’s imprisonment, it also seemed as if Sultana Nanamo truly wasn’t dead. Not only were this very good news on its own but it would also absolve the Scions from all accusations that had been made against them - public or not.

Going back to Vesper Bay and the Waking Sands still felt peculiar and so did hiding Raubahn there, but Yugiri had assured them that she herself had checked if the place was safe and not watched by their enemies. The Au Ra had so far proven one of their most loyal and competent allies and so Rael didn’t doubt her words.

Neither did they doubt the information Yugiri and her shinobi had gathered this time. Given the possibility that the sultana had only been poisened and was just asleep, instead of dead, the most likely person to know how to wake her up would be the one who had administered the poison. Suspiciously one of the sultana’s personal chambermaids had vanished from the palace without a trace only a few days after the incident.

Now Yugiri had apparently found out that the woman was hiding at no other place than the Silver Bazaar. The mention of this name alone made A’viloh’s ears attentively shoot up. Rael could only imagine what the prospect of returning to the place, that now was the closest thing to a home for him, must feel like.

Raubahn suggested that, to stay unseen for as long as possible and also to fasten their journey, it would be best to take a boat from Vesper Bay, around Crescent Cove and past the Beaconhill Lighthouse to travel to the Bazaar. For understandable reasons A’viloh visibly didn’t like this idea. But of course none of the persons present - except Rael - knew that A’viloh had not only lived at the Silver Bazaar for about a year but also had been washed ashore there after a shipwreck and likely the most horrible time of his life.

“Wouldn’t it be smarter to split up?”, Rael suggested. “If A’viloh and I travel over land, just the two of us, we could certainly stay undected. This way we could approach the settlement from both ways at the same time and make sure our target doesn’t get away.”

Nothing would happen to the Miqo’te of course on a simple boat trip from here to the Bazaar and he probably could not hide from this phobia forever but in this case Rael didn’t see any reason to make him unnecessarily uncomfortable. Besides, the reason they had brought up was in fact a good one and so it was decided that just as Rael had suggested the two of them would travel over land while the rest of them would take a boat. They would keep in contact via linkpearl and make sure both groups were safe and would arrive at the same time.

As expected their journey went without issues. The area was sparsely populated apart from Vesper Bay and Horizon but even there weren’t too many guards present and they passed without being recognised.

“We should speak to Kikipu first.”, Rael suggested as the two of them walked towards the settlement. “I am sure she knows best about everything happening at the Bazaar.”

Vehemently A’viloh nodded and if his tail hadn’t been hidden by his coat, Rael was sure it would have excitedly wagged back and forth. As they walked into the settlement Pipin approached them from the harbor side and decided to keep an eye on the gate, while A’viloh had already spotted the small Lalafell woman with the lavender colored hair.

“Hello…”, he said shyly as they stepped toward her, almost as if he felt bad for having vanished for so long without a word.

Surprised she turned around and looked up to the familiar voice. Upon seeing the Miqo’te in his disguise, which obviously did nothing to hide his identity from her, the surprise on her face turned into a mix of disbelief and relieved happiness.

“A’vi? Is it really you?”, she asked quietly.

The Miqo’te knelt down, pulled back his hood and apologetically smiled at her. “Hello, Kikipu.”

Instantly the Lalafell raised her hands to her mouth and her eyes got glassy. “A’vi! My boy! I missed you so much! I was so horribly worried something could have happened to you.”

A’viloh leant forward, hugging her tightly and she returned the hug in equal manner. “I missed you too! And I am so sorry I left without saying goodbye or at least sending a letter. Believe me, I thought about it. But I feared it would only put you in danger…”

“In danger?”, Kikipu asked a little shocked. “So something happened after all? There were rumours about turmoil in the city that day you visited the festivities at the palace.”

“I can’t explain everything now, but I promise that I will soon. Just know that whatever you heard about us is nothing but lies.”, A’viloh pleaded, holding her tiny hands tightly in his own.

“I thought so...”, she said and nodded firmly. “A few days after the festivities strange, unfriendly men in blue uniforms appeared here and started asking questions about you.”

“The Crystal Braves?”, A’viloh asked alarmed. “Did they harm you?”

“Harm me? You think I let anybody bully me?”, the Lalafell laughed. “I said you weren’t here and told them to get lost!”

A’viloh chuckled. “Yes, I can imagine that.”

“But why are you here now?”, Kikipu wondered.

“We are looking for a midlander woman, who was one of the sultana’s chambermaids. It is possible she is to blame for what happened at the palace that day.”, A’viloh explained and added, “But I promise, we only want to talk to her.”

“Meriel?”, the Lalafell asked surprised and A’viloh nodded. “Yes, that was her name!”

„I admit she seemed troubled when she returned from the city but I never would have suspected her to be involved in something bad…“, she seemed seriously unsettled by this news. „To think that maybe you got in trouble because of her… Oh, what a fool I was!“

„No, don’t blame yourself.“, the Miqo’te comforted her. „You did nothing wrong. I know you would never turn away someone needing help.“

So far Rael had only watched and it had been truly heartwarming to see the two of them reunited, but during the whole time Rael had also scanned the rest of the town, watching the others questioning some of the remaining villagers and keeping an eye out for their target. Rael preferred to find the woman in question before she noticed the unusual visitors and decided to flee.

„Can we speak to Meriel though?“, Rael asked impatiently and Kikipu hesitantly nodded and pointed towards one of the buildings. „She lives there.“

Once again A‘viloh hugged her.

„I promise we will speak later. But this matter cannot wait sadly…”

Kikipu smiled and patted his head.

“Just don’t vanish again without a word.”