#brb staring at this forever

[mochidreambubble]

my SUPER CUTE AND FLUFFY COMM done by the amazingly talented @sunflowerpin (TYSM again for the amazing work 🥰)

squishes the golden trio together they're all so adorable 😭💕💖

Ashe looks so fluffy here I am just 🥰🥰🥰 (I posted about my smol bb a short while back if you wanna know more.)

Likely gonna slowly get him more art cause I need to tide the need for OL2.

[ghostwise]

“There seems to be a lot more assassinations in places with fewer trees.” - “Perhaps we would be better served in simply planting more greenery.”

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Thanks to @catebeesart for this gorgeous piece of Hamal in Quinta de Talpa!! 🙌🏽💖💖 you've captured his character and all the little details so beautifully, I am in awe

[wonusite]

This blog feels so much like an online home

Like im roommates with minwon nonny (i dont take criticism about this, they are my platonic soulmate)

You are the owner and director of the house who goes out for all the shopping (writing fics) and stuff but we as thots are responsible for cleaning and cooking (sending asks and thoughts)

Thats just some imagine that i thought for a second when i read your response to e2l cheol nonny's last ask

Dont mind me im just soft rn and wanted to share it with someone lol

this was literally the cutest softest ask i’ve ever gotten i’m fucking crying 🥺🤍

[mixedmediahmm]

"A Dad helping his kids beat a hard level in super mario land; 1990s"

Ref under the cut!

[obito-in-disguise]

You know the trend ‘you might think im crazy.’ And then the girlfriend fake pounces at their partner can you do that with the hashira?? 😂😂

Not gonna lie, I had to look this one up pimp 😔I need to go back to being on tiktok 12 hours of the day, no more productive hobbies✊🏽no more productive hobbies✊🏽

Let's get right into it!

| You might think I'm crazy trend with the hashiras |

Featuring; Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyuu, Iguro Obanai, Uzui Tengen, Gyomei Himejima, and Kyojuro Rengoku.

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Sanemi would get startled and smack you. The whole thing would blow up into a huge fight, not physical of course.

"It was a reflex, what were you expecting!"

"For you not to Floyd Mayweather my ass like a normal person!"

"I'm sorry!"

He would end up having to cuddle you throughout the rest of the evening as an apology. Holding ice to the spot where he smacked with a bit of guilt.

"No more stupid pranks ok?"

Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu would full on flinch. Arms waving around and trying to protect his face simultaneously, eyes squeezed shut.

Afterwards you would both stare at each other with wide eyes, the room in complete silence.

His expression would slowly morph into one of anger, his usual scowl more intense, his ears flushed with embarrassment. He can't believe he let his guard down around you and this is what he gets, he makes a mental note to give you the silent treatment for the next hour as punishment.

"Oh my gosh yuu, I'm so s-"

"Delete that, now."

Iguro Obanai

Obanai 🤝🏽Giyuu 🤝🏽Flinching

Obanai would jerk back, eyes wide, clutching his pearls. He looks at you in amazement as you basically die of laughter, collapsing to the floor.

He wasn't necessarily scared but definitely worried for your sanity.

"...You are crazy"

"Omg you should've seen your face!"

Uzui Tengen

He would just grin and grab your hands. No flinching in sight whatsoever.

"boo you're no fun..."

"Yeah it's so lame that i don't flinch when you pretend to hit me. You must be the worst..."

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei quite literally wouldn't see you coming. He'd just sit there, innocently waiting for you to do whatever you said you needed him for.

You feel terrible, setting your baby up for something like that, so you'd shut the whole thing down and give him a hug.

"What's wrong flower..."

"I'm sorry Gyo, I was gonna hit you..."

"what..."

Kyojuro Rengoku

He would just smile and tilt his head in confusion, no flinch in sight, not even a blink.

yeesh

You'd shiver a little, your man was a little unsettling.

"That's creepy Kyo..."

He'd just laugh loudly "I like this game! let's go again"

Brb, on my way to kidnap Gyomei and keep him in my pocket forever.

Enjoyed the story? check out more of my other Demon slayer fics and more stories! Requests are open! and don't forget to like, reblog or leave a comment pookie♡

[lurkingshan]

What are your favorite examples of deep unbridled yearning in a bl? I think my is I told the sunset about you the way they used the coconut smell to showcase one the leads feelings for the other was so unique and sensual. He starts out hating coconut and how it smells but slowly as he falls in love he becomes obsessed with it since it's the other MLs unique scent and he uses it on everything, so we get a scene of him inhaling a paper written by the MLs coconut pen and then another one just devouring a coconut like it's the best thing in earth. I don't think I have ever seen such a depiction of attraction/love/lust that's so different but also visceral and beautiful and it really stuck with me. It's very different but it's one of the rare romance things that I'll never forget akin to the hand flex from pride and prejudice.

So you want to talk about yearning.

*Lan Wangji has entered the chat*

There’s a lot of good yearning in the romance genre, and plenty of bls feature it. The example you gave from ITSAY is definitely one of the standouts in terms of how visceral it felt. I will never forget Teh shoving his whole face into that coconut, or all the super charged scenes where he and Oh-aew stare at and touch each other and keep testing boundaries until they break.

There are definitely other expressions of yearning that stick out for me for one reason or another, and not all in this same tone.

The Untamed

Let’s get this out of the way upfront, because no one can step to this man on yearning. He adopted a whole child and named him after his yearning for his lost love. What I love about the presentation of Lan Wangji's particular flavor of yearning is how steady and matter of fact it is. He is always yearning for Wei Wuxian and it's just a part of who he is, whether his love is alive or dead. And while I love that Teh is such a big mess of emotions, I also like this more understated flavor of yearning where nothing is ever said out loud but Lan Wangji's feelings are clear in how he chooses to live his life. He's the poster boy for "actions speak louder than words."

Eternal Yesterday

I'm not sure if you've seen this one, but it's one of the most poignant and devastating depictions of yearning I have ever seen. Mitsuru yearned for Koichi so hard that he kept his body alive for precious extra days and his memory alive forever. Brb gonna go cry.

Utsukushii Kare 2

This is probably one of the more unique expressions of the emotion (on brand for this series), since this sequel season has Kiyoi yearning for the man who is already his boyfriend to love him for real instead of idolizing and holding him from a distance. It's one of my favorite explorations of how lonely we can feel even while in a relationship.

I Cannot Reach You

This show wins for best visual effects to convey yearning, with a beautiful bokeh effect taking over the screen in moments when the characters were extra in their feelings over each other.

Unknown

Wei Yuan's yearning was more of the desperate and hopeless variety, especially in his teens years when he knew his feelings for his adoptive older brother were impossible. I liked that his feelings were expressed via caretaking; he didn't think he could have the relationship he really wanted with Wei Qian, so he made it his mission to take care of him and help shoulder his burdens instead.

I Feel You Linger in the Air

This story stands out in my memory for its dedication to anticipatory yearning. That is, knowing a separation is coming against your will and yearning desperately for the person who is still in front of you. Yai and Jom did not want to let each other go despite knowing they could not stay together, and that yearning was so strong it ultimately connected them through time.

Theory of Love

And on the comedic end of the spectrum, I absolutely cannot end this list without giving a shoutout to one of the funniest manifestations of yearning that has ever graced my screen. Every time his feelings for Khai got overwhelming, Third ran to the bathroom for a Sadness Shower, and if the water wasn't working he was happy to improvise (and now I am cackling).

[disco-tea]

The digital remastered versions' greatest sin is that the new aspect ratio cuts off the shot of their hands halfway and you can’t fully see him literally CRADLING her injured hands. So here you go. Brb going to stare at this forever.

[cyncity2000]

WHAT THE FUCK THIS WAS MY QUESTION HELLO HI

“would you rather fight 1 giant @danielhowell or 100 tiny @amazingphil s?”

[scorpioriesling]

Guilty as Sin?

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Pairing(s): Azriel x reader

Warnings: angsty asf

Summary: It wasn't hard to love your best friend; after all, you'd been through everything together. He'd seen every in-depth part of you, but now you were forced to give all of that up. All because of the stupid cauldron, and stupid fate.

SR’s Note: Brb going to get "mine" tatted on my upper thigh... this is so UGH anyways. I had to; I apologize in advance. This is one of my favorite new songs.

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The cauldron could boil itself at this point.

You weren't sure how to make the best of this situation; something you could normally do without fail. A talent everyone loved about you. However, that talent was failing you now.

Now that the bond had snapped, and there was no way out. No way of avoiding what you so desparetely wanted for years, and somehow it all ended up messed up in the end.

Lucien was a good male, you would give him that much; but that wasn't enough. Your life felt near over when your best friend revealed his hidden bond with the Archeron girl -- but now, you were in the same position. Somehow, you were cursed in more ways than one. Not only was your best friend mated to someone else -- but now so were you.

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"You're right, we should definitely get matching tattoos!" You laughed, bumping into Azriel's arm as you both stumbled down the Velaris streets. It was past midnight, and you were both buzzed from your night out at Rita's -- something you did at least once a week -- and the walk home turned into more of a walk through town.

He chuckled beside you, fingers curling around your elbow to help steady you. His wide smile was a sight you'd never tire of; he rarely let it show, but when he did, you made sure to illustrate it in your mind, holding onto the masterpiece forever.

"It isn't our worst idea..." he admitted, taking another swig from the bottle he held. You watched as his throat bobbed, swallowing the liquid and turning his attention back to you. You look toward the sky, trying and failing to pretend you weren't staring.

"What should we get?" You ask with a grin. He ponders for a moment, brow lifted in mockery. "Hmm.." he says. "What if we got eachother's handwriting?" You giggled, and he laughed with you.

"I'm serious!" He exclaimed. The tattoo parlor was coming into view, and you rolled your eyes. "I don't know if I trust you to literally write on me," you say. "We've been friends for far too long for me to put it past you to write something like "Azriel is so hot" or "Kiss my ass" on me-" You barely get it all out before laughing again, his gaze on you softening as he loops an arm around your shoulders.

"I promise I won't do something so vulgar," he says. You're now in front of the tattoo shop, the neon lights illuminating his face in a deep blue glow. He grabs the door handle and opens it, gesturing you to go inside.

"Ladies first." He smirks. You lightly smack his shoulder, and saunter your way inside.

"Fine -- but you have to go first." You throw over your shoulder. He enters behind you, and within minutes he's put in a chair and the tattoo artist is holding the needle gun over his forearm.

"Okkayyy, 'lil lady," he says, pulling up a stool to allow you to sit beside him. He hands you the gun, and places his hand over yours to help you with the process. "You ready?" he asks. You glance at Azriel, who now has his eyes lightly closed as he lays down on the bed in front of you.

"Are you ready, Azzie?" You say. He nods silently, a small smile playing on his lips. You release a breath as the gun whirrs to life, and the artist guides you to begin pressing into your best friend's skin. Stealing a glance at his face, you find him peacefully laying there, almost sleepy. That would make sense, seeing as you both drank a lot tonight.

After a few minutes of darkening the lines and wiping away the excess liquid, the artist powers down the needle and scoots back on his rolling chair. Your fingers lightly dance over the puffy black lines on his otherwise bare forearm, and he stirs at the sensation.

"Have a look," you say. He opens his eyes and sits up, delight overtaking his features as he sees your work.

"I choose you and me," he says aloud, reading over the ink now drying in his skin. He almost blushes, gazing at the ink and touching it lightly. His eyes meet yours, and in seconds he is hopping up and offerring you the bed. You sit on it, pulling the hem of your shorts up so it's easier to access.

"Heyy..." he starts. "You picked the spot for mine-" You huff.

"I want mine up here," you point to the upper part of your thigh, and he rolls his eyes. He shoots a look to the artist, and shakes his head.

"I've learned to just not argue with this one," he says, and you gasp at him. He laughs, his white teeth shining like stars inside the dim shop. The tattoo artist sighs, powering on the newly replaced tatto gun and handing it to Azriel. You place a hand on your leg, eyes wide.

"You're not gonna help him?" You ask the artist. He only shrugs at you.

"I've seen his work before -- he knows how to do a pretty damn good tattoo." Your eyes narrow toward your best friend, and he only grins down at you.

Sighing, you rest your head back against the cushion of the tattoo bed. "Az, you better not fuck this up-"

You're cut off by his fingers brushing against the skin of your leg, pulling on your shorts to move them slightly. Your breath catches in your throat, now staring wide-eyed down at the man you'd secretly fallen so madly in love with. His messy curls tickled the strips of skin between the hem of your baby tee and the top of your shorts as he stared intently at his work, needle lightly pressing into your skin. His other hand laid flat on your stomach, holding you gently in place.

You couldn't ever get rid of this sight unless someone quite literally ripped it from the archives of your mind.

He glanced up at you, noticing your labored breathing. His soft expression was one he only ever used with you; a stark contrast to the strong, unfazed front he presented to everyone else. You figured he was going to tell you to chill out -- little did he know you weren't focusing on the pain, but rather the striking male on top of you.

"Lay down -- you can't peek 'till I'm done."

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The air was warm as it rolled off the sidra, the salt air so familiar. You'd come down here for some peace; some time away. Since learning of the bond with Lucien, it was like you couldn't escape. You couldn't get away from the constant "Are you okay?"s and "Have you told Azriel?"s and "Do you think you'll accept the bond?"s. It was getting to be too much. No, you weren't okay. No, you did not want to accept the bond.

And fuck no, you did not tell Azriel. You remembered what happened last time when you found out his bond snapped, and you hadn't even seen him in months. There was no point -- it wouldn't change your situation.

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"I made you that strawberry cream cake, you know, your favorite?" Feyre's kind words filled the kitchen as you continued to pour glasses of lemonade, setting down the pitcher to meet her watercolor eyes. You gave her a soft smile.

"Thank you... but whatever for?" Her gaze dropped, fingers fiddling with one another as she looked around nervously. You arched a brow at her.

"Nothing, I just -- I thought you might like it. To celebrate the first day of Summer," she stuttered. You'd never seen her at a loss for words, but before you could think too long about it, Cassian barged into the room, eyes full of delight when he spotted the filled lemonade glasses.

"Ahh," he grabbed one and chugged it, putting it back on the counter after a few gulps as though it was a shot. You giggled, Feyre finding his interruption rather funny as well. He peered at you, sliding the glass over on the counter top.

"Fill 'er up -- Gods, it is so hot outside." He says, fingers fiddling with a small band tying his hair back. You top off his glass, and he takes it again, only sipping this time.

"Are you ladies joining us outside? Or what?" He asks giddily. You swear, if he wasn't a fae bat he would be a golden retriever.

"Absolutely," Feyre nods. He saunters out of the room, and within seconds you spy him by the edge of the Sidra tackling Rhysand into the river with him. They both come up within seconds, laughing and shaking their wet hair. Feyre peers out with you, and your heart catches when you see Azriel not joining in. He is sitting on one of the picnic blankets the group laid out, Elain's head in his lap as he leans back on his hands. She tenses, laughing at something he said. He gives her a smile; one you'd thought only he shared around you.

"I'll meet you outside in just a moment?" Feyre offers. She knew; she knew exactly how you'd felt for Azriel. But, she also knew that he was in some newfound, weird relationship since her sister arrived.

You tried to brush it off. Your best friend had lovers before; most of them only lasted a few weeks anyway, then they were gone. This one would be no different.

Finally making your way down to the river, tray of drinks in your hands, you were greeted by Mor as she helped pass out the drinks. She walked over to Feyre and Cassian; of course, leaving you to head over to Azriel.

You sighed, and walked over to the blanket where he sat. Her annoying laugh rang out again, and you winced. Azriel looked up, finally noting your presence and shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand. The unmistakable black writing on his forearm still reading "I choose you and me". Your heart swells just a bit.

"Y/N! Did you bring us drinks?" He asks nicely. You smile back, appreciating this side of him never failing to come out around his best friend.

"I just might have..." You say. Elain sits up upon hearing your voice, offerring a kind smile. You pass one glass to Azriel, and hold out another for her.

"Thank you Y/N! You must have known lemonade is my favorite," She takes it from you, beaming and turning to Azriel. He nods in agreement, sipping from his drink.

"Lucky guess." You say, grinding your teeth in a tight smile as you set down the empty tray on the grass. She giggles and continues conversing with Azriel, and you decide to not even try to engage this time.

You stalk over to the towel Mor is currently lounging on, her sunglasses set high on her nose. Your body creates a shadow, and she sits up grumbling.

"Ugh, Y/N, I'm trying to get a tan!" Her eyes finally adjust, seeing that you're stripping off your clothes, only a small emerald green bikini underneath. Her mouth pops open and she gasps, loud enough for everyone to hear. You're kicking off your shoes when she takes her glasses off and gapes at you.

"Girl, I'd let you stand over me any day -- you look good as fuck!" She squeals. You roll your eyes, her loud appraisal catching attention as she continues to compliment you.

"Seriously! Feyre, have you seen Y/N's suit? She is looking like fine wine-" She looks you up and down, and you notice behind her, Feyre has jogged over to where her friend Lucien has just arrived. Feyre turns her attention to you over Morrigan's whooping and hollering, giving you a thumbs up

"Looks good! I told you it would!" She shouts. She turns back to her Autumn court friend, but his eyes are drinking you in as though you are the wine itself. You steal a glance at Azriel, and boy are you glad you did -- he is pissed. He is glaring at Lucien as Elain babbles on, absentmindedly. She doesn't even realize he isn't listening to her anymore. You bend down, coming face to face with your bubbly blonde friend.

"Swim with me?" You say. She scoffs, tossing her sunglasses down and rising. You both walk to the bank of the Sidra, its gleaming water only inviting you in further.

"You know I'd never deny you, but I did want to lay out-" She is cut off by a strangled scream as Cassian yanks her in by the waist, her head reappearing moments later. Breathless, she pants.

"Cassian! Are you kidding?" Him and Rhysand only laugh, you shaking your head and chuckling along with them. You slowly enter the warm water, basking in the last few warm days the year has to offer. Mor wades past you, and makes to get out of the stream.

"Aww what! Where you goin'?" You whine pathetically. She runs her fingers through her soaked locks, huffing.

"I. Am not. Swimming. With those knuckleheads. Any longer." She stomps back over to her towel, and you stick your bottom lip out in feigned sadness.

"Aww, come on, Mor! You're already wet, just get back in and swim for a while!" You say. It isn't long before a splash to your left flings water near you, and you look around for a few moments before something grabs your ankles and drags you under. You come up a few moments later, Azriel resurfacing in front of you and laughing at your drenched complexion.

"I'll play." He says lowly. You shove his shoulder, and Mor waves a hand from her blanket, sunglasses already back on her face.

"Yes, yeah. Let Az play with you."

It isn't long before you're splashing around with your friends, everyone swimming besides Morrigan and Elain. Even Lucien has joined in, the water twirling his fiery locks over his shoulders. Maybe in another life, you'd fall in love with him.

But you're living this one, and you're still in love with your best friend.

"Hey, uhh," Azriel swims close to you, the sunset on the horizon illuminating his tanned skin. You can feel his hands creating water riplets around you to stay afloat, and you gaze at him. "Can we, like, swim over there? Maybe?" He asks, jerking his head toward the rocky alcove a few hundred feet away. Your eyes widen as you try not to think too hard about why he'd want you in there with him instead of his girlfriend; so you glance over to where everyone else is drying off and gathering their items. Elain is staring a hole into the side of your head.

"Sure," you say, timidly. Azriel grabs your hand under the water, his scarred fingers threading through yours with ease. You suck in a breath, and Azriel throws a smile towards Elain.

"We'll be in soon!" He shouts, and she returns the smile, almost a little smugly. She helps her sister collect the items from the grass, and Azriel stars swimming away, pulling you with him.

"Why did we need to come over here?" You ask, out of breath when he finally stops swimming behind a large rock. You can't see your friends anymore. You glance around nervously.

"Well, I had something I needed to talk to you about." He says. "Privately," he adds. Your cheeks heat. Its finally here, the moment has finally come.

"Oh, um. Okay. I think I have something I talk to you about too." You say. His eyebrows raise, and he smiles kindly at you.

"Oh! Alright. Well, why don't you go first then." He offers.

"I don't really... know... how to explain it." You fumble. The breeze blows over the water, pulling you away a bit. Azriel reaches for you, probably to hold you close but his hand grips onto your waist. He pulls a little too hard, and you're flush against his chest. His intense hazel eyes bore into yours, tiny water droplets dripping from the end of his onyx curls. Its silent for a moment, the mixed heavy breathing the only sound other than the nature around you. You gaze up at him, his eyes trailing down from your eyes... to your lips... then down to where your heaving chest rises and falls beneath the water's surface. Your eyes can't escape his full lips, and you snake your hands around his neck, pulling him in so impossibly close and close the gap.

Finally, after all these years, you get to taste those delicious lips on yours. You kiss him, softly, and when he pulls back, he looks at you with sorrow.

"Y/N... I..."

"I don't mind, Azriel. You know I love you; I want this. I would choose this. I choose you and me." Silver lines his eyes and you don't think you've ever seen him get so emotional. You pull him to you once more, kissing with more hunger this time, and he doesn't stop you. His hand scoops under your ass, squeezing and holding you tight, the other one flat against the side of your neck. His thumb brushes along your cheekbone as your fingers curl into his wet locks, when suddenly he rips away from you. He lets go as if he was a bug caught in a zapper, flinging himself away from you like you had electrocuted him. You instantly feel colder without his touch.

"W-what's wrong?" You ask, timidly. He runs a hand through his hair, and rubs his eyes with his palms, sighing.

"What is it, Azriel?" You ask, moving closer. He puts a hand out to stop you, and you begin to feel regret. No, not regret. Fear.

"Don't, Y/N." He says. You eyes close, near slits as you try and keep the sob rising in your throat at bay. He's never taken that tone with you before.

"Don't what? Be honest with you? Azriel, I love you, and-"

"I have a mate, Y/N." He cuts you off. You feel like you've been stabbed in the gut, thrown off a cliff; what was he talking about?

"W-what?" You ask. That sob is barely at bay, tears stinging your eyes as you try to keep from crying. He moves his hands to look at you, and immediately sighs and looks down at the water, hating to do this.

"Yeah... uh, Elain and I-"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You huff a humorless laugh and a single tear slips free. You don't bother brushing it away; you just cross your arms instead. He narrows his eyes at you.

"What is your problem with her?" He asks. The sinking feeling in your chest only intensifies as he defends her. You begin to feel angry, angry your best friend, who you'd die for, would defend another dumb girl who didn't know him like you did. Not even in the slightest.

"What is the problem with me?" You ask. He shoots you a confused look, and you continue. "Am I not quite good enough for you? Is that it? I'm not an Archeron, I'm not High Fae; I'm not officially in the Inner Circle? I don't-" You breathe, gasping for air as tears run down your cheeks now. "I don't look like her? I get it Azriel. I fucking got it. Loud and clear-"

"Shhh, shh shh. Heyy," he swims close, offerring you his hand. You want more than anything to fall into his chest and cry, just cry it all out; but you don't. You won't. He doesn't want you. He never did.

"You know none of that is true-"

"Don't bother." You say sharply. He sighs, dropping his hands in the water.

"Y/N, look I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, okay? You know how important mating bonds are; I just wanted to make sure it was real, and it would work and Feyre would be okay with it-"

"You... you already told. Feyre?" You seethe. His eyes widen, realizing maybe he shouldn't have revealed that information.

"I, uh... yeah. I did. And once she knew, it kind of got out and everyone knew," he mumbles. You clench your hands into fists.

Your favorite cake.

Elain's smug smile.

"Let Az play with you," Mor had said.

They all knew. No one told you. Not even your best friend. They knew you'd be hurt and not a single one of them told you. A small cry reverberates in your chest and you turn away from Azriel.

"Please don't be mad at me, Y/N. You know you're my best friend, you know I'd do anyth-"

"Save it." You say, wading toward the water's edge. "We're done here."

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You hadn't seen him since he accepted his bond with Elain six months ago; you couldn't even bring yourself to sit through the entire ceremony they hosted. It was all too much.

That was the first crushing blow. But then, to find out that not only had he accepted the bond and been happy about it, but now you were bonded to someone you didn't want either?

What a joke. The mating bond was a joke -- it had to be. All these years of believing that bonds were so special... it was all bullshit.

As you sit near the bank, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. You didn't quite care who it was; after all, you were so deep in loathing that you had grown distant from all of your friends over the past few months. It didn't help that the last words you'd hurled at them were unkind, but... maybe it's what they needed to hear. They did keep a huge thing from you, and you haven't even begun to figure out how to move on yet.

Moving on from Azriel sounded like it would be the end for you. You didn't know how you'd ever do it -- it was always him. There never was anyone else for you. You only wanted him.

And now he was honeymooning with his mate. Fucking her. Loving her. Allowing her to know him on a level only you'd ever been on.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks when a whisper pulls you from your thoughts.

"Y/N?"

You turn slowly, the last person you'd expected to see standing behind you. His hair was windblown, his skin tan from the Summer court sun. He had a few light freckles dusting his nose.

Upon seeing your upset state, he slowly approached you, and sat down beside you. Staring out at the water, you continued to let the tears fall, chin resting on your bent knees. His gaze was hot as he stared at you, taking you in fully.

"Y/N... this isn't okay... you're-" his voice cracks. "You're not okay." He whispers the last part, and your eyes meet his. Tears stream down his cheeks, dripping onto the cream colored button-down he's sporting. Typical Summer court fashion, but you should expect that as he did just spend time there.

He grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. You have no choice but to sink in, open sobs emitting from your broken hearted chest. He breaths deeply, resting his chin atop your head. A drop of water lands on your shoulder, a tear. It's from him.

He holds you for a few minutes, allowing you to release all your emotions. He sighs, the sun dipping low alolng the horizon. You finally pull back and look at him. Nothing was going to change about your situation.

Your eyes caught on the black letters still imprinting his arm, fresh tears brimming your eyes.

"I hate seeing you like this," he says, sniffing. "You're my best friend Y/N. You always find the good in every situation, in everyone... that's why everyone loves you so much. You saw the good in me when no one else did." He says, rubbing your shoulder. You train your eyes on the grass below.

"I hate this too. But I love you," you say, not looking to meet his eyes. "If this is what is making you happy, I love that for you." He takes one of your hands in his.

"Y/N, it's just... Gods, this is a mess." He says. You let out a humorless laugh.

"Yeah. Even more of a mess now that I have a mate too." His eyes widen, and you look up just in time to see something swimming in those hazel orbs.

"Oh." He says. He drops your hand, but you reach over and place yours on top of where his now rests in his lap.

"The difference is, I would still choose you and me." You say, and he wipes a tear from your cheek. "I would always choose you and me. Because you're my best friend Azriel; and I love you. I don't know how to stop." You say. You lean back, resting your head in the grass as he gets comfortable laying beside you. His fingertips graze over the spot where he'd written on you -- marked you -- years back, reiterating the sentiment he'd etched there.

"And you're mine, too."

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Part 2

[v5ttelfilms]

sweet dream was over ☽ mick schumacher

gossf1poutlet news of mick schumacher and y/n leclerc previously being in a relationship trends as the number one topic across social media, following an unfortunate leak from their private accounts. both the schumacher and leclerc's have expressed their opinion on this matter, via a strongly worded 'love letter' from legal counsels that represented their respective families. on a statement that was recently released, both parties have similarly urged everyone to refrain from making unnecessary assumptions and encouraged the public to rally against the spread of misinformation and baseless accounts of the pair's alleged relationship. their representatives also promises to pursue legal actions against the culprit.

username the whiplash i got from seeing this all over my tl still makes my muscles spasm😩

username extremely amazed at how they managed to keep it a secret for so long

username yes!!! no one expected little leclerc to REALLY pick one off of her dizzying number of suitors /gen

username thanks for adding the geniune tag op

username anytime🫡 we ride at dawn for little leclerc in this house

username please present your simp card at the checkout

username sure, do you accept the laminated one or does it have to be the government mandated one?

username so... timeline recaping anyone? 🤔

username they probably got together during 2019 or 2020

username seems that way, funny if you account the arthur and mick prema timeline aswell

username got together late 2019 or early 2020 and probably broke up late 2021 or early 2022, but that's only my intelligent guess 🤷‍♀️

username around the same time mick was having haas problems too? fcking brutal

username did the article say to not make unnecessary assumptions or did it not??!🙄

username this news has devastated me more than my own breakup... and that mothertrucker cheated on me with my bff. brb hurling and crying into the void.

username they were so perfect 🥺

username forever enchanted, my treasure. FOREVER enchanted MY treasure. FOREVER ENCHANTED MY TREASURE!!

username are u okay, do u need intervention?

username send all the help you could give my way tysm🥰

username rocking back and forth while hugging my knees to my chest type of thing

username pretending they never broke up for my sanity

username probably the reason she never had the guts to attend a grand prix

username she was getting educated and winning pageants, but yeah?

username these dts fans

username 💀💀

username tell me who was the champion year by year?

username where'd you get that from, netflix?

username so mick HAS game, but i never thought i'd learn it this way😞

username throwing up and shaking trembling and hurling and screaming crying

username love is NOT real

username it's literally the way mick coined the jewel/gem nickname for y/n before the rest of the world started calling her monégasque's pearl 🥺😭

username he has bragging rights forever

username he subconsciously knew it!!!

username never letting any man call me homie from now on

username girl—

2021, Switzerland

"y/n? what are you doing down here?" corinna asks you, mildly taken aback to see you down at the kitchen just around midnight.

you look up from blankly staring at the keys of your laptop, evidently surprised to see the older woman standing just a few steps away from you. you didn't hear her footsteps or anything.

"just..." you trail off, grappling for an appropriate response as to why you were sitting in the dark, barely awake, in the middle of the night. "files," you lie, unconvincingly.

corinna hums, and you knew she was barely convinced by your pathetic excuse, but she had too much tact to call you out on your lie. she wasn't blind, or oblivious as the kids these days would say; though she was considerably older, she still understood the worries and anxieties of the young heart.

"it's very late, schatz." she chides gently, touching your shoulder. "you shouldn't be working this late, it's bad for you." her tone was heavily laden with a motherly lilt.

"stunts my growth," you utter softly, smiling at her. corinna chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheeks. "and you can't be miss universe if you're short."

"you trust me too much." you remark teasingly.

"you ought to take over the world, darling." corinna laughs softly. "now, are you up for some warm milk and some- what do you children call it? tea sharing?"

"close, you're well versed with today's lingo. should i tell uncle michael that he should be worried?"

"he should always be worried." she says seriously, which made you tip your head back to laugh. she smiles at you, fondness clear as a day. "that's how you keep them on their toes. never make them feel comfortable."

spending the break with mick and his family in their summer home in switzerland has been a tradition of sorts. and alongside your fairy tale like romance with the youngest of the schumacher's, you had also become incredibly close with the rest of his family.

corinna grabs two glasses and neatly places them on the counter, she opens the fridge to get the carton of milk and pours a generous amount to each glass. she swiftly pops it in the microwave, before turning and giving her sole attention to you.

"i'm happy to see you laugh again, schatz. suits you better."

"that's very accusatory. i have been laughing, and smiling all week." you insist, light heartedly.

"maybe so, but not as pretty and geniune as now." she replies, "is there anything wrong? is it mick?" her tone was heavy with concern, looking both distressed and dreading your confirmation. it could have been her son that was the cause of the shift in your demeanor.

you look down at your lap, feeling the tears prick at your eyes upon her overwhelming bout of concern she plainly wears on her face. it reminds you so much of your own mother, and of which, corinna has easily become a substitute for when maman wasn't around.

"it's nothing." you clear your throat, "he's wonderful. he always is." you tried to smile in fake cheer.

"that's good." she smiles softly, "i was just about to say, that he loves you. he tells me everyday, he tells his father; he tells everyone willing to listen how much he could not fathom how you ever came to be in his life," she narrates earnestly, emotion heavy on her voice, "and he'll spend every waking moment of it to do right by you. to make you proud."

you closed your eyes, trying to will the tears at bay. "he tells me everyday too," your voice shook with emotion, throat welling up with tears. "and i know he means it. i do. but he— he never stops feeling like he constantly has to prove something, or be someone, or win everything." you weren't able to stop the tears, even as your eyes were closed. you finally open your eyes to see corinna's teary ones aswell, "and i— if i am the cause of it, i don't... i no longer feel worthy of his love."

you physically, felt all weight of pretense leave your body; finally being able to put to words the emotions, and complex thoughts you've bottled up, in fear of speaking it into existence. your shoulders sank, your defenses crumbling, as you broke down into inconsolable tears, weeping at your hands.

you felt arms wrap around you, weading through the shame and guilt you felt at your admission. you'd expected corinna's blame, but you never counted on her consolation. she held you. sympathetic and kind, and gracious; and understanding.

"it will be okay, schatzi." she says in the strands of your hair, "it will be. i promise you."

[see-arcane]

See if Mary didn't quit after being told by the new married employers "going to an asylum brb here's money and the key until we return" and then days later being telegrammed "back in a few or never xo" and then she sees them back home like two months later, irrevocably changed, then it'll be fine... Alternatively, she took the payment and moved to Switzerland

If the Harkers' track record holds steady, their sheer magnetic 'these are my Harkers now' vibes will keep Mary and anyone else on board.

They are sweethearts and at worst she has to stop them from trying to do her duties right under her nose, the little workaholics. It's like shooing cats out of the pantry, but with the added trouble of somehow convincing your former-lower/middle class employers that no, honest, you can let the people hired to take care of the house take care of the house. Don't you touch those linens. No, put the broom back. Out with you! Shoo! Go write something somewhere!

Worse (better), they are scrupulously tidy and organized. Hawkins was no slob, but he was careless and a bit slower as age and the gout went to work on him, poor fellow. The Harkers leave scarcely a mote of dust to sweep or a book askew.

(There are scads of books now, Mary notes. Walls have been eaten whole by bookcases. They welcome everyone to their thickening library--their biggest vice with money in their pockets is an ongoing mutual affair with the booksellers.)

Other times, she and the cook will turn their backs for one moment and discover the Harkers have gone and made dinner before anyone else can set foot in the kitchen. Mrs. Harker is a talent by way of practice, while Mr. Harker is one by way of sheer love of cuisine. Mina sees to English favorites while Jonathan replicates dishes harvested from the Continent, always in generous helpings. The Harkers eat with the staff with the same ease as if they ate with family.

(Hawkins was a cordial old fellow, but he always did dine alone while the help had their own meal at another hour. And, Mary and the rest are stunned to discover, the Harkers regularly have an actual lord, his friend the asylum-running doctor, and a renowned international polymath of a mentor over for supper. Casual as anything. Mary had to get smelling salts for one of the younger girls the first time she realized, yes, that was in fact Lord Arthur Godalming at the door.)

The Harkers have their strange features, of course. Traits and habits and, don't laugh, a few superstitions they've ingrained in the edges of things...but it really is leagues away from the worst of what other households must suffer from their owners. The Harkers love their home and the people it came with as dearly as kin. Ardently so.

(Mary once saw Mrs. Harker throw a Look like knives into the head of a man who tried to accost one of the girls weeding the garlic and rosebushes in the garden. While the man was trying to puff himself up and not sweat under her scrutiny, Mr. Harker manifested at the top floor's window, opened it, and then scaled down the wall like a spider. This he did with his kukri knife ready, that accessory forever at his hip just as the revolver lived in Mrs. Harker's reticule. The man had fled. The Harkers had stared after him with lambent eyes before seeing if the girl was well, would she like to head in for a rest..?)

The Harkers are strange.

The Harkers are uncanny.

And the Harkers are not about to lose Mary or anyone else under that roof any time soon.

[sporeclan]

WAHHHHHH OMG THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!! the expressions, the tension, all the little details,, aHHH I LOVE IIITTT <3<3<3<3<3<3

Punishment Game

"Punishment game, buts its a total plot twist!"

Just some deputies having fun ;) Video, extra, and @'s below!

TW for flashing, flickering, and eyestrain!

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Top Left - Fennelwater from @duskclangen

Top Middle - Foxspeckle from @sporeclan

Top Right - Basseye from @cricketclan

Bottom Left - Moorsnow from @splinterclan (she won)

Bottom Middle - Tanglevalley from @hushedclan

Bottom Right - Snakevalley from @vespidclan

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[sparxyv]

(sorry if this is sent twice it said it didn’t go through the first time)

*smashes my head through your wall* HALLO! i hear you have been feeling a bit down lately. and also that it's milena's birthday soon!

so i hope a lil (early) birthday doodle of the most beautiful girl in ravenclaw (and all of hogwarts let's be honest) can help lift your spirits a bit?

feel better soon ❤️❤️

RAAAHHH OH MY GOD???

I'M ACTUALLY HONORED LOOK AT HER SHE'S SO CUTE IN YOUR STYLE 😭😭💜💜💜

brb gonna just duct tape this to my ceiling so i can stare at it forever

[marveloussimp]

You Are In Love

Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: music is how you express yourself and show your love. There is something magical about how songs were able to translate everything you're feeling. For you making playlists was a way to express yourself, your feelings, and your affection towards others but better than being the one sending it was being the one on the receiving end, that truly meant the world to you.

Warning: none, it’s supposed to be fluff. First writing in a very long time

A/N: This is my first time writing Y/N fics and a long time since I wrote something, plus English is not my first language so please be kind. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it, and any feedback is welcome, just #Treat people with kindness

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There is something peaceful and enjoyable about making playlists that vibe with someone's feelings, for you making playlists was a love language, it was your way to show affection towards someone. 

If one of your friends is about to complete another round around the sun then they can be sure that a new playlist will be sent their way to enjoy this new milestone, or if someone is feeling a little blue then behold ‘cause you have the right amount of songs put together to lift their spirit. 

It doesn’t matter the occasion or situation you just happen to have the right collection of songs to share. But even better than making playlists for others was receiving playlists or just a simple song recommendation, and that truly meant the world to you.

That was basically one of the culprits of your long-term friendship with Wanda. I mean you guys have known each other since ever, but growing up and discovering new things can almost always lead to friends growing apart and sometimes being sent on the route to go from best friends forever to acquittances. 

Although, for the pair of you that was not the case and very much impossible to happen to, your love for music and the willingness to take time to make the best curation of songs for someone was something that she found endearing about you.

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wands

ok, I have a very energetic (?)

recommendation for you

and here it goes

Friendships (Lost My Love) by Pascal Letoublon, Leony

You

gonna list it right now

brb

wands

so?

its good, right??

You

girl… chill

trust the  process

I need time to assimilate the song

wands

you’re annoying…

You

and you still love me 😘 

ok, here goes my review…

the beat is on point, is catchy I think I know the sample used 

but anyways, very nice song 

for sure something to consider adding to my senior prom playlist 

Thank you very much, m’lady

wands

senior prom playlist?

who u r going to prom with?

You

yeah and no one

is more like songs that I would play at the party y’know

wands

you would play…

like as a DJ?

I thought Natasha had asked you…

You

maybe ??

Only if Principal Harkness allowed me but

that is pretty much impossible so…

why would she do that? 

I think she’s going with Carol or Maria

maybe both ??? anyways  

wands

y’know you are always together

I was under the impression that 

something must be going on between u 2

You

jealous much, Maximoff?

wands

🙄 more like annoyed

I mean we have a deal, right?

You

yep, u r my date

but only if you don’t get asked by anyone, right?  

even though I believe you gonna be asked by someone  

wands

correct.

why would you think that?

trying to bribe someone to ask me so you don’t have to go to the dance ?? 

You keep staring at Wanda’s last message without knowing what to answer. Bribe someone to ask her to a school dance? You would never. As a matter of fact, you knew there was a queue of boys trying to ask her, but none had a positive response. Why that? You would only hope it was because she didn’t want to go with some random boy that she barely supports. But secretly you hoped that it was because she really likes you, not only as her best friend.

You

G’nite, wands 

wands

don’t run from the question

I expect an answer by tomorrow

g’nite jukebox

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“When are you gonna tell her?” you heard as soon as she joined you on the bleachers as you were waiting for Wanda to finish her cheerleader practice — you didn’t even need to rise your head to acknowledge her presence — You knew that every one of your friends could tell by now how you felt for Wanda, it was just a matter of time for her to also get the hint. 

“Probably never,” you said still completely focused on the book in your hands. “She is my best friend since ever, it's not like I’m willing to risk a lifetime of friendship with something so vulnerable as those feelings that are only one-sided” 

Natasha was silent at your side and you could feel her staring at you so you looked back at her “You're so smart yet so dense that I cannot comprehend how that brain of yours works most of the time” and as you dismissed her statement she keeps saying “Wanda absolutely adores you. And no, is not because you are her best friend. I mean c’mon, don’t you see how she looks at you, or how she hugs you longer than normal?”

“Nat, you’re seeing things where there’s nothing. We’ve known each other since diapers, and she is a very affectionate person, of course, she is gonna hug me longer… I’m her best friend, that’s normal between us.”

“If you say so. Just don’t come crying to me when she decides that she had waited enough for you to never make a move” with that Natasha left you alone with your thoughts and a book long forgotten. Looking at the field where the practice was happening you saw her. Crowded place or not your eyes will only see her. 

It was already past 10 pm on a Saturday, right on the weekend before the start of the second year of high school and per usual you were in your bedroom with headphones and a book in hand when she texted you.

wands

I feel like having a matcha latte

what would you like to drink?

You

maybe a chai latte

why do you ask?

wands

what do you think about going for a drive?

we can get Starbucks 

You

u driving?

wands

yep, meet me outside in 5.

You

yes boss

“It was a nice reading while it lasted. I’m coming back for you” I said pointing to your book while grabbing your belongings. Downstairs you quickly looked for your parents, finding only your brother watching cartoons “Hey kiddo, tell the parents that I’m going for a quick drive with Wanda, ok?” And your only answer was only a thumbs up.

As you stepped outside you saw your mom watering the plants “Going out at this time?” Giving her a cheeky grin you answered “Yeah, no worries. Wanda wants to grab a coffee, we will be quick I promise”

“Well, ok then. Be careful you two” your mom said in farewell as you walked to the house in front of yours — the Maximoffs lived in the house in front of yours since you can remember, and both families were friends since then — “Mom said hi” Wanda greeted you as soon as you stepped foot in the porch, and together you started to walk to her car.

“Piet is at home?” You asked entering the vehicle.

“Surprisingly, yes. I think he’s playing something, why?”

“Nothing, just wondering how you are in possession of the car on a Saturday night. Is he grounded?”

“Not that I am aware of. You ask too many questions about my brother” to that Wanda looked suspiciously at you. 

With a chuckle, you answered her “Chill Wands. I’m just curious, plus your brother is also my friend, I was just wondering, that’s all.” 

You went to the not-so-closest Starbucks and then to some almost empty parking lot to drink and talk about everything and nothing at all. With one of your playlists playing in the background, the driving back home was calm, slow even, just a few comments here and there to fill the silence — a silence that was comfortable for the both of you — looking to the girl driving at your side, just appreciating her profile at the lights reflecting on the chain in her neck, the silly jokes, the nose scrunchy, the head tilt, the memories of growing up together, the late at night outings to stargazing and talk. At that moment you could hear it in the silence, feel it on the way home, and see it with the lights out. You Are In Love. True Love.

“Y/N? Hey, earth to Y/N” focusing back you saw her looking funnily at you.

“What?” Was all you could ask after reliving the most beautiful and terrifying memory of yours.

“Just checking if you are still with us. You’ve been looking straight to nowhere” she said with a laugh. “What has got you so pensive?” 

“Nothing much, just reflecting on the book” was your quick answer trying to avoid interrogation that you could not confidently answer. Clearing your throat you proceed “You good to go? I’m starving” 

“Yeah, wanna grab something on the way home?” Your behavior although adorable sometimes drives her insane. Lately, she has noticed how you would avoid being totally open to her, which got her wondering if perhaps she had done something wrong, or if you had figured out that she liked you more than just a friend — her truest fear was if her feelings were one-sided — had she read it all wrong?

“Shawarma? I feel like having one. What about you?” was your question giving her your signature smile that showed the dimples that she so much loved. “Sounds good to me”.

Looking into her shining emerald eyes like you were trying to look at her soul you said “Good, I… I-hmm” it was like the air had vanished from your lungs. Has she been this close all the time? Was all you could think at the moment. You probably going insane thinking you saw her look down at your lips. “You?”

Blinking quickly to clear your mind and turning the other side to grab your backpack and re-organize your thought you tried to speak again “I have a song that I wanna show to you, not sure if you already know this one but I just discovered it and well I loved it.”

You missed the disappointing face that she gave to you once you move far from her so fast, but as soon as you mentioned a song she was already smiling like a fool to you. “Really? Well let’s get going then so you can put it in the car and we can listen to it together.

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“You never answered my question” Wanda looked at you with an arched eyebrow and head slightly tilted to the right — you had to admit while that was hot was also intimidating and you secretly loved it — “What question?” You answered with another question feigning innocence while starting the car and heading to get the food you both craved. 

“You are insufferable sometimes… From the text that I sent you before you headed to bed and completely ignored me” she gave you a pointed look. 

“Ooh, yeah that one hmm… well you know me, I would never bribe people and hear me out, there is no necessity for me to do so ‘cause I know, for sure like 75% accuracy, that there is a queue of guys and girls at school who want to ask you out…” 

“75% accuracy? Ok, I’ll accept that… But, I’m not interested at all” she answered the last part more to herself than for your ears, but you heard anyway. You were starting to wonder if there was a chance for you, maybe you aren’t so delusional after all — Natasha might be right too — “I just don’t think I wanna go with any of them. I just wanna spend this last memory of high school with you. I think…” Wanda continues to say looking at you.

You then turn to look at her and she is just there looking at you like you hang up the moon and stars. — Is that the look Natasha was talking about? — So you inquire her to keep talking “You think…”.

“I think it should be our night to remember” she says with a shy smile.

“It will be” is all you say next.

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“What’s the song you wanted to show me?” Wanda asked you as soon as you left the restaurant and walked to the car.

“Ooh yeah, the song… completely forgot, my bad. I’ll put it for us to list driving home” You had truly forgotten about the song on the way to the restaurant.

The previous conversation was going on a loop inside your brain and at that point, you’re wondering if that was the best opportunity to try and be a little direct/indirect about your feelings. — if she gets it, good. If not, that's ok. There is no hurry with this — “It showed up this morning while I was working on a playlist, I believe it is called More Than Friend by Edie Brickell" You said putting the song to play and started driving your way home.

Wanda was quiet, listening to the song very attentively, she had put the song to play again for a third time, and that got you wondering if she might have gotten the message. You would give a quick look at hear at every phrase of the song, your heart pounding in your ears had you worried that she could hear it too. 

You stopped the car at the driveway of your house and turned to look at her. But she was already looking at you, this look was different, enigmatic, you couldn’t tell what she was feeling or thinking at the moment. That terrified you to no end, for the first time ever you were getting uncomfortable in her presence. 

“What do you think?” Your voice was low, it showed that you were nervous.

“You really have a way with your songs… It’s nice, I like it but…” She was calm, collected, and thoughtful in her next words. “This sounds like you’re flirting with me…”

That’s it, it is now or never. “… I have been trying to do that for a while now” I sincerely say. On the inside you were freaking out, hoping to not mess up everything with this little confession. On the outside, you tried to muster up your best smile, to show her you’re been sincere in your confession, that it is not a joke.

Looking into your eyes, she smiled, the one smile that was only meant for you “I’ve always liked you”. You couldn’t hold the happiness you were feeling, your eyes shining with adoration for the girl you grow up with and in a low tone asked her “Since when?” To which she purposely said, “Since forever”. 

Leaning in, so carefully. Breathing and not breathing at all. Hearts beating, she is so close, you are so close. Then in a flash, her lips were on yours. Her hands tightened around your neck, and you ran one up her waist, trying to be as close as possible inside your car. Her mouth opened, lips parted, and you were never one to leave an opportunity unexplored. 

Every part of you wanted to wrap around her and make this a special kiss. Her hands were in your hair, pulling you even closer. The music re-started again and a few cars passed in the street. You squeezed her waist and broke apart. Panting with your pulse pounding in your veins, You look into her eyes. She looked back. You both smiled like idiots. And to her delight, you asked.

“Will you give me the honor to be my date at the prom?”

[seeking-elsewhither]

Okay, so @brb-on-a-quest had the most wholesome response to me coming back with a piece from project throne, and I felt kinda bad because it was an unfinished piece.

It motivated me to work on a little more of some other pieces in the project, and I managed to finish one!

Taglist: @igotthisaccountunderduress and @hiddenvioletsgrow (consider yourself tagged already, brb, this one's for youuuuu)

the weeping stars

Relief, dearly and gladly bought, washes over Eruvanda when she descries at last Glanweth’s little form bundled in her brother’s arms. As a moss to a tree does she cling, her quiet, hiccoughing words replacing the bird-cries of the still morning air.

So early it is, the sun has refused to show face as yet. The air is fresh and chill, drifting down from the cresting ice of the mountains. Eruvanda draws the blanket tight when it gusts about her bare skin.

“And after,” she hears from the quivering child, “The beast swallows you whole. And Andir, and Ertan, and Vanda, and, and—”

With a broken cry, little Glanweth becomes a being wrought of heartbreak.

“You were gone, you were gone,” she wails into Manveru’s shoulder, “Gone, gone, gone.”

There is nothing so terrible as hearing a child weep for fear, least of all one’s own. And even after so many years past, so many sleepless nights spent begging relief from shrieking sobs, so many days spent soothing little sorrows; even still does Eruvanda’s heart writhe with the agony of her grief.

“Ai, little one, light of my heart,” whispers Manveru, kind as ever. He takes with all gentleness one little hand in his. “See here, my love! See now the warmth in my hand. See now the warmth of my breath. There is yet life in me. There is still a song in my heart. Do not weep, little one, do not fear. It was only a dream, I am yet alive.”

Further does the child burrow into him, her cries softening where they are drowned into his chest. He pulls her closer, holds her dear, swearing with his deeds the presence of life.

When he raises his head, he meets Eruvanda’s eyes, and silent anguish shadows his features. He is yet young, she is reminded, only two and thirty winters past. Forever does he seem with a foot towards the grave, dark and worn with fatigue.

Quietly, she comes to stand beside him, as ever she has stood when she was a child and he her stars.

“Terrors plague her,” he murmurs, long fingers running through midnight locks, “She could not sleep.”

Eruvanda places a hand on the girl’s quivering back, her brows drawn, a frown pulling her features. “When did she waken?”

“A few glasses past.”

Her eyes stretch wide. “I was not aware, nor did I hear her rise. If she disturbed your sleep—”

“Peace, dear one.” There is such sweetness in his smiling eyes, it makes her flush like the crimson-bellied dawn. “What is rest to the troubles of your souls?

“And in any matter,” the worry returns to his soft voice, like clouds over the moon, “Glan did not waken me, and she was prudent not to rouse any, I believe. You cannot be to blame, not when she has endeavored thusly.”

But another reason causes the shadow to be drawn over his face as a veil. She opens her mouth to give her question voice. With a sigh, heavy like the anchor of a ship, it is he who first speaks.

“I found her weeping silently in the garden.”

The garden. At such an hour. In the chill of a spring morning.

“By the Alfar,” Eruvanda breathes, staring at the slumbering child with new and frightened eyes.

“What could possess her, Vanda,” he says in haunted voice, her head held against his heart with a hand, “What has she beheld that drove her to seek comfort in the cold dew and not the embrace of one beloved? How long, how many have we missed for lack of notice?”

Dreamer, flashes the thought in her mind, Seer.

“Do you mean to say…”

His head dips, chin buried in the child’s hair. His eyes are closed, and his years are increased beyond even death’s mark. Even though his arms are wound strong around her little frame, he must forever bow under the knowledge that there is only so much he can protect her from.

“Aye, Eruvanda. I do.”

So it is, as it was, and it shall be.

At last, with the rising sun, comes a child to bear the strange and unwonted virtue of Vision.

[evebestt]

Crying over this wonderful wonderful piece 🥹🥹🥹 just the utter devotion and emotion captured there, I'm just in awe

Thank you so much for making these!! I know I'm a broken record, but truly, I never thought I'd see the day of fanart being made like this over something I'd helped to create ❤️

A Distant Shore | Rhaenys/Corlys

[Prologue | Chapter: 1 ] A world away, Corlys washes ashore and into Rhaenys' arms. But when he's taken to the hospital to recover from his injuries, he remembers nothing of modern life, but everything of dragons and kingdoms. He and Rhaenys must find out the truth of each other - and just where their hearts truly belong.

Here it is! Chapter 1 of mine and @evebestt's latest collaboration. Thank you so much for your interest, we are so excited to publish this fic. It's been such a joy to write so far. I know we're in for a bumpy season of House of the Dragon (ok, understatement). So, we hope you can look forward to some angsty but also lighthearted fun featuring our favourite pair.