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Suptober24 - Day 1: Autumn. Dean and Cas.

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The Leaves Falling Outside

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Summary: Roman and Janus are growing old together. Sometimes Janus just forgets how time flies, like leaves on the wind.

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Roman found his husband sitting outside on the porch swing overlooking their backyard. Janus was wrapped up in his favorite blanket and wore a beanie to protect his ears from the chilly winds of autumn. He didn’t notice Roman closing the door leading into their living room with his arm, both hands holding cups of tea.

“There you are, my darling knight,” Roman called out softly to draw Janus’ attention without startling him. Soon his eyes were met by the one deep brown right and milky white left eye of his husband. Janus had been blind on his one eye long before they met each other in college and while there was almost nothing Roman didn’t know about him, the details of that particular accident Janus had never been willing to share.

Janus didn’t greet Roman back until he had taken a seat beside him, holding out one of the cups for his husband to take.

“Thank you, dear.” The words were barely above a whisper but Roman could hear them just fine. He leaned back into the swing, pulling a blanket of his own over his legs and sipped his tea, just enjoying the silence for a moment. They watched the red, yellow and orange leaves dance on the wind, slightly leaning against each other, knowing that they needed to talk but leaving it for a little later, to enjoy the peace and quiet of the moment.

“I feel like the firm is becoming louder every day,” Janus eventually spoke up. Roman glanced over to him but his husband’s eye remained focused on the leaves. “I need more breathers and meetings seem to drag on much longer than they used to. I feel so tired once I get back home, I just want to sleep and not move for a week.”

Roman hummed. He understood the feeling well. He had loved acting, still did, but a few years ago he had to admit that he couldn’t do the long rehearsals anymore. A full production was too much for his aging bones, so he switched to administrative work within the theatre and only returned to the stage for small parts.

“We’re not getting any younger, I’m afraid, my precious snake.”

“I’m aware. I guess I just forgot, for a while.”

Roman snorted.

“Forgot you were over sixty now?”

Janus lightly hit him in the arm.

“Shut up.”

He blushed and Roman laughed lightly before putting his now empty cup on the floor and pulling his husband in his arms. Janus grumbled but let him without complaint. Again, they sat in silence for a bit.

“I was never scared of getting old,” Janus admitted quietly. “It’s just another part of life. After we got married, I even looked forward to it. Travelling with you, without needing to constantly check when each of us would be free. And I still want to do that and it still sounds amazing but…” He fell quiet and Roman hugged him just a little tighter.

“But what, honey?”

“It just seems so early. Like that last thirty years passed in a flash and before I know it we’ll be eighty and too old and brittle to do much of anything.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” Roman mumbled, pressing a kiss to Janus’ cheek as he leaned more into him. “I think we’re both aging very gracefully.” Janus snorted but Roman continued, unperturbed. “If we take care of ourselves, we can be just as mobile in our eighties as we are now. And even if we’re not, and all we do is sit here like this, I won’t really complain. I think once we’re both done with working, once all of the stress of productions and cases and whatnot, is out of our lives, things will feel much slower. And I plan to enjoy every single second I get of that with you.”

“You’re probably right,” Janus agreed, leaning his head back on Roman’s chest so he could look him in the eyes. “Spending my retirement with you is definitely not going to be boring.”

“Oh, I plan to sweep you off your feet as long as I can,” Roman promised, causing Janus to laugh.

“That I believe.” They stared at each other for a few seconds before Janus tagged on: “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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☆*: .｡. IVANTILL WEEK .｡.:*☆ 🖤 Day 1: Autumn/Sick 💚

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Till Death Do Us Part

SJM Villains Week - Day One - Origin Story

"Are people born wicked, or do they have wickedness cast upon them?" -Wicked the Musical

Summary - Beron had known love once in his life, and even that was ripped from him

Warnings- This fic has some heavy topics. A whole species of fae is hunted for their wings until extinction. While it is not done in great detail, if that will potentially trigger you, please consider skipping this.

Other warnings- reader Death, spousal abuse, domestic, and child abuse inferred, loss of a spouse, death of a mate, in summary, just not my normal happy love story. Edited and formated on my cellphone, long story, if you see errors, you definitely didn't 👀

A/n - Happy @sjmvillainweek day one. I was sent a request about Beron losing the love of his life being his villain Origin story. I bounced between doing this as a mini series or as a one shot, but landed on the one shot due to mini series that end with reader Death not being a personal favorite of mine, plus, writing reader's death after writing 3 parts of her and Beron falling in love was rough. If you all want it, though, let me know I guess? Today is very out of my box, as you all will see with my Maeve fic queued for later, so to those of you who frequently write reader/oc deaths, I truly admire you. This was hard.

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The stake set in the middle of the grounds was the seal on the impact of Beron's actions. 100 years, 100 happy years of keeping her safe, and now he was locked in his own room, trapped as her execution was set up. 

He should have known better, should have hid her better. Her kind was already rare and in the last 100 years, she was finally the last one. One last trophy to hunt and he had led his father right to her. 

Lifeless wings hung high on his wall, still fresh with the scent of her blood.  The luster they carried was fading, the vibrant burnt orange now a muted tone of its former glory. 

Beron put his head in his hands, the faebane chains around his wrists clanging with laughter as he did. He forced his mind back to a happier time. 

Fire Festival had you running around the small market near where the Leaf Folk lived. Mother needed flour. Father needed wine. Your sisters wanted candy. The first of October was special to you all. To your whole race. It was the start of a 31 day process where the females of your race were courted, married, and the hopes of young offspring came. .

Fire Festival was for lovers. It was for passion. It would be your first year to partake, and while you knew it took some females 3 attempts to meet their match, your wings couldn't help but flutter in hope you would meet yours this year. 

As you day dreamed, supplies in a basket, you were blind to the male watching you. An outsider that had vendors closing their doors and windows with customer's inside, mamas rushing their children into their homes.

A voice cleared behind you, pulling you from your daze, “My lady.” It was instant, that snap of the mating bond tugging and tying you two together into a cursed string. ..

The dark-haired male put his hand to his heart, blindly stepping closer to you. Dark hair sat on top of his head, styled and brushed into perfection despite the evidence he had arrived on horseback. His slender face was handsome. Sharper cheekbones, full lips, a nose reminding you of a hawk beak. His clothing was high end, hugging his body as if he was poured into the material. “Beron,” he spoke to you, ripping you from your study of his figure.

“Y/n,” you whispered back, wings moving slightly to be out of sight.

“I have no interest in those,” he motioned towards them. “Only in the rumors of elder flowers in this area.”

You blinked at him, the olive branch you were about to offer him was dangerous, “I can show you if you vow to never speak of this place.”

Beron fought against his father as he was pulled to the temple. He knew the female he was being forced to marry was nice enough, beautiful, wealthy. He was forced to stand at the altar, a knife held to his little sister's back as he did. Aurelia entered either her normal grace, her own face solemn as the fae stood and she was escorted to him by her own proud father. 

Her dress reminded him of a princess from tales of old. Far too large, puffy, and in a shade of white that did not compliment her porcelain skin and hair like fire. 

They were both silent as they took their vows and the count down to your execution began. 2 hours. 2 hours he'd be forced to spend drinking and all that did was encourage more memories of you.

The pull of the bond became too much the following October, and the letters written on oak leaves could no longer be enough for either of you.

You were taking a huge risk, using the first feast and bonfires to sneak to his hunting cabin just a few miles away from the hidden edge village you'd spent your life in.

Beron was waiting on the porch, eyes coming alive as he heard the sound of your leaf-like wings crinkling as you flew over to him. ..

He caught you quickly, arms going around your waist, pulling your head to his chest. .

The first hug of many.

The first night filled with laughter and stolen kisses that'd come with the next 99 years.

He carried your one bag, frowning at your lack of possessions.

"Is this all you have, my love?”

”All I need,” Your tone was confused. “Did you expect more?”

He had. He had expected more than just the 7 dresses he pulled out. More than the one necklace he had given you. More than one more pair of leather shoes.

Beron glanced at you, chocolate eyes slightly sad, “I'm going to give you the world.”

Beron and Aurelia watched in silence as people drank and danced. “You said you were running,” he whispered under his breath to her. “You said you were leaving to prevent this.”

Aurelia looked at him, her whiskey colored eyes narrowing, “Do you think I didn't try to get him to come grab me? Do you think I sat and did nothing despite our deal?”

He rolled his own eyes, “Careful with your tone, wife,” the word felt like ash. 

“Am I your wife? Or is she locked in the fox holes waiting to be the final show for our wedding? Who else has their marriage start with the burning of their husband's who-”

The slap that came before she could finish that sentence made the room fall into silence. Another beginning. Another drastic change. Beron knew Aurelia had sold out the location he kept you in. Her father had been the one to drag you in, bleeding and crying, dress torn. 

Beron's father motioned for the night to continue like nothing had happened, as if he was beaming with pride at his son striking his wife. 

“Just because he didn't want you after you willingly handed him your cunt, doesn't mean I didn't want y/n. I hope you enjoy both of us being as miserable as you clearly are.” 

She sat wordlessly next to him, holding her cheek. She'd been warning of the heavy hands the Vanserra males carried, but Beron had never been aggressive. He'd always been kind to her. But she knew she was you and clearly Aurelia had gotten herself into dangerous territory. 

Beron watched the clock as it ticked an hour. An hour to day dreamed about you.

The wedding of the Leaf Folk were not performed in a temple, an odd thing for Beron as he stood under the oldest apple tree in the groove. Its twisted trunk and tangled branches were almost menacing as you followed his eye. 

You took his hands, whispering in the old tongue and making the tree light up with runes and stories of lovers wed under its branches. You were the last of your kind. The village somehow found and pillaged in one night. The groove of apples around you both was struggling, dying off slowly as its caretakers became a lost memory. “What do we do now?”

"We close our eyes and feel. We will know if the land blesses our union,” you smiled as you answered, closing your eyes. Fireflies began to fill the area, a slight breeze carrying the sounds of gentle music. You both opened your eyes to the deer to the fireflies.

“What the hell,” he paused. “What is this?”

"Approval from the Mother. She has blessed and signed off on our union,” Your hand went to the new rune in the tree, eyes watering as you followed the curves and slopes. “We're married.”

Beron was forced to stand, shackled again as guards made him and Aurelia walk to where he'd be forced to watch you burn. His family and Aurelia's father too spots near them, the other High fae in attendance whispering as they also took places. Public execution in Autumn was a favorite pastime for the rich high fae. They loved watching the poor, the criminals, the low fae burn or be gifts to the trees, consumed root by root. 

His father had known that wasn't an option with you. Had he given you to the trees, the trees would free you. No true crime was committed, and on top of that, your kind was so closely linked to the trees, your life forces depending on each other. 

Beron had tried to warn his father what killing you would do, how his family would lose control of the trees and the forest, how that was a magic given to his family by the Leaf Folks elders hundreds of years ago. A promise not to hunt them, yet every Nobel here had a pair of those wings on their walls. Fresh ones. 

Beron pulled against his chains as he heard you fighting and screaming in the tongue of your people. He watched as you spit on the male dragging you, watched as you spit on his father. 

You had, in many ways, made Beron's life easier. You had killed two of his brothers during your capture, making him the clear heir. You had stabbed his father with something rumors from the healers say wasn't closing, festering in his skin and muscles like an infection. The look of pride as you looked down from your nose towards his father made Beron smirk. You'd die a warrior. Die with not an ounce of fear but instead a river of rage. 

His wife. His powerful fearless wife.

That sneer didn't change as you were tied to the stake. It didn't change as your so-called charges were read. It didn't change as you waited to be given the ability to speak one last time. 

“The last of your kind, yet you won't beg for your life?”

“No,” you answered his father plainly. 

The High Lord seemed surprised as he spoke again, “So you will curse my son to a life of madness?”

“I've cursed your son and court to so much more than that already,” you glared

It was then that Beron noticed the runes carved into your body in captivity. He held his breath as he read each one. As he read the fate your death would seal for this court and for him.

You had been lied to, told he gave away your location, that he handed you away willingly in exchange for the bride sitting next to him. All lies he would never be able to change.

It looked as if you were praying, but Beron knew the signs of Leaf Folk magic now. He knew what was happening as the wind picked up and lightning struck as your pyre was lit. 

Beron shot out of bed, shaking his head as the nightmare replaying her death was fresh in his mind. He still blamed himself, still blamed Aurelia. 700 years later and he wasn't over her. 

But how could he have been? Her curse was a plague on Autumn. A deep rot that settled into the remaining signs of her village first. Then that grove he had married her in. Then the surrounding forest and villages. It was choking off life in his court. Illness, famine, and death followed in its path.

Her curse had not just taken the forest, though, it had taken him. The lifeless mating bond was doubled by what she had down. Beron lost all sense of emotion and Humanity once she was gone. He lost himself. That much was clear by the scars littering his wife and children. By what he had done to Lucien. 

He had no one to blame but himself.

He knew she was forbidden. A female considered low fae with wings like the rustling leaves of this very court, but Beron couldn't stop himself. He couldn't resist the feel of her soft skin, her scent of spun sugar and apples, her soft hair. Her eyes were his favorite thing, so light and bright. Full of life. 

As he held his chest in bed, his sleeping wife was next to him. It was those eyes that haunted him. Those last words whispered before an execution.

“A plague on your houses, a plague on your court, until a son brave enough to kill for what's right comes forth.”

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Suptober Day 1: Autumn

To Camp, Or Not To Camp

🍂 Destiel 🍂 Rating Explicit. Written for #suptober24 prompt: autumn and kinktober kinks: exhibitionism (slight), smell, dirty talk, and come-sharing.

Words: ~2k. This was supposed to be a 500 word drabble, alas.

Dean finds a way to make camping much more pleasurable. Enjoy. It’s mostly smut but fluffy.

A/N: I neverrr write old domestic destiel so this was fun. I also tried some new things with the voicing and character pov. (It’s because I got too into Dean’s head whoops.)

So many leaves. All sorts of colors, Dean notices. Red, green, orange, yellow, even some tinged purple. He never used to notice the leaves. Or care what color they were. He scoffs at himself. What an idiot. The leaves meant seasons, and seasons meant time. He had always been vaguely aware of the seasons changing, but they were never marked, as they are now, by birthdays and parties, holiday meals and school festivals, and, regretfully, camping trips.

Ugh. He crunches through some more leaves. Cas’s attempt to turn camping from a distaste to an “enjoyable family adventure” has had mixed success. This forest is really nice, however. That’s definitely a win. He has a better idea of how to spend their time in it though.

Dean looks up and meets Cas’s eyes. So warm and blue. The crinkles in the corners come out to play as he smiles at Dean. Ah, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to always see that. Cas looks so fucking perfect in his soft green sweater and khaki pants. I bought him that sweater on a whim, didn’t I?

“Dean?” Cas’s voice is deep, buttery smooth, and curious.

Dean blinks. Oh yeah, I had a plan. It’s so easy to get lost in Cas, even now. His fist starts to clench and he keeps raking his eyes across his partner. I want to see those eyes shot black, that mouth hanging open, breathing heavily, that sweet and dangerous little face coated in- Woah. Start at the beginning.

Dean smirks. “You know, Cas… we’ve been The Great Outdoorsing this shit for a week now.” A pause. “It’s our last night kicking around in this locally-sourced lumber yard…”

There’s a beat of amusement flicking around in Cas’s eyes, even as he ducks his head and comes a few steps closer to Dean.

“Really, Dean? Your best line? I married you, don’t you think I’ve heard it enough?” But he’s smiling with his eyes too, and Dean knows he’s got him. Hook, line, and sinker. Every damn time.

“Not if it still works.” They’re close now and Dean’s hand reaches out to trail along Cas’s soft, sleeved arm. He’s knows he’s grinning too wide for it to resemble anything close to a sultry line, but he doesn’t care.

“We’re here with our son.” Cas breathes onto Dean’s cheek. He’s pressing against Dean all the same.

“Who’s back at camp! Why do you think I told Jack we were getting in one last nice long hike?”

If Cas really wanted to make him like camping for the sake of camping, it was a lost cause. But this? He could see himself making arrangements to camp again. Though maybe we leave the exhibitionist kink at home in the drawer next time. Ironic.

Their boots have stopped crackling the leaves now, and Dean’s hands wander to the small of Cas’s back and his hip joint, just to squeeze and pull him even closer.

Cas had been mostly just smiling softly as Dean caressed him, but as Dean pulls their hips together, he lets out a delightful groan. That’s the crack Dean knows he’s addicted to, right there.

Cas brings his hand up to stroke the side of Dean’s neck. “Mmm. You will always work on me, Dean. It’s not the line.”

Even though he can feel his heart doing little somersaults, he whispers into Cas’s ear as a reply.

“I know.”

They’re fully wrapped up in each other’s bodies when Cas finally tilts and captures Dean’s lips. Ah. His arms slung around my neck, his chest so full of warmth against mine. That searing kiss that makes everything feel right in the world. Flawless.

“Are we far enough away? You are.. not quiet.” Cas mumbles into Dean’s mouth.

Now that’s not exactly fair, is it? Cas is quite loud too. Dean scoffs.

“I can be quiet when I need to be!”

I know I’m loud, so what? When you have this angel giving you wicked pleasure, you better be damn loud too. He kisses Cas again, melding their lips together in drool and tongue.

Trying some more of that great great honesty he’s been working on, he whines “Cmon Cas, you know I hate camping.”

Please Cas help me block out all the bad stuff.

Cas looks tousled and like a 3 course dessert as he breaks apart from Dean and chuckles, low and throaty.

“That’s an even worse line.”

Cas is already dropping to his knees in the dirt however, and dragging a hand down Dean’s chest and stomach. He leans in and presses a kiss to Dean’s straining cock inside his pants.

Dean feels that in his toes. He moans.

“Baby, you’re an angel, you’re supposed to find my pickup lines endearing or some crap.”

He doesn’t know if that’s at all true, but it sounds like something angels should think.

Cas doesn’t reply but smiles again and pinches Dean’s side just above his hip. Cas is usually more quiet when they’re together, he seems to prefer to let his body and expressions do the talking for him. Of course, that means whenever he does say something, it’s too hot for Dean to handle.

He’s working at Dean’s belt now and gliding his boxers down his hips. They drag ever so slowly along his cock and are replaced by the chill in the air.

Dean sucks in a breath. His pulse is pounding in his ears and the heat and cold are settling down into overall good sensations. Mmmm. Cas’s hands found my ass, that was quick.

Dean watches as Cas presses his whole face, mouth open, into the tangled curls he just exposed, and breathes in deeply. His pink tongue is out like he’s tasting the air too. Cas moans and it shoots straight to Dean’s cock.

Cas allows himself a word. “Sweaty.” he grunts out while trying to bury his face even farther into Dean.

The kinky son of a bitch is into it, I knew he would be. I mean, I have washed in the creek by camp a few times since we’ve been out here, but it has been a week. He probably smells extra Dean.

“Dean, you smell so good.” Cas looks up at him with those sparkling eyes and lips hanging open. “Delicious.” He licks the tip of Dean’s cock where a small bead of pre come was forming.

Dean can’t help it, he lets out a loud moan. He can hear his voice much deeper than before. “Goddamnit Cas, that’s hot as hell.”

Smirking, because of course he is, Cas is a huge tease, he licks his own lips and swallows Dean’s cock down most of the way.

Oh god. It’s burning hot and so so smooth. Dean feels his shoulders tense and toes clutch. He’s gasping suddenly.

“Wait-“ Need something to- Ah yes. Dean steps backward a bit to lean on a sap-coated tree trunk. Oh well. Who cares about that when Cas is shuffling forward on his knees to sink his mouth right back on Dean’s cock. He hums contentedly around him and Dean’s definitely grateful for the tree.

His hands are holding me really still. Hot. And that mouth- well, that’s an insane amount of drool. He can feel the zigzags Cas is making on the bottom of his cock as he sucks him down. He knows he’s getting louder, can hear the air fill with grunts, gasps, and moans at every new movement Cas makes. He also knows Cas loves his noises.

“Dean. Yes.” Cas says to the head of his cock.

Dean sinks himself back against the tree again and makes eye contact with his Cas. His lips pink and wet, dripping drool and pre come everywhere. His eyes already a little teary from blowing Dean.

He groans. “Fuck, Cas. Your lips are so fucking hot like that. Drooling and stretched on my cock..” Cas loves the dirty talk, he knows. Mm. I do too, when it gets that look in his eyes in response.

Cas continues his sucking long and deep while his eyes are locked on Dean’s. Hands move from his ass to hips to trailing underneath his grey t-shirt on his stomach. The warmth is so good and Dean just wants Cas everywhere.

Ah- right there. Cas is licking around the head of Dean’s cock and pulling out all his tricks to make him buck his hips out and down his throat. I can feel it right in the small of my back.. Ugh. The pressure is getting stronger. He gives one particularly solid suck and my hips jolt.

“Yes! Cas! Ah-“ He’s shouting now and his hands fly to Cas’s soft hair and tangle in it while he holds his mouth in place. Cas’s eyes water as his other hand, the one not caressing Dean’s stomach, makes it’s way down to Dean’s balls. Slowly, Cas rolls them in his wet fingers and he hums again where he can’t move on Dean’s cock.

Dean is definitely not quiet as he blurts out his next thought. “Angel, I’m gonna come all over that pretty fucking face of yours.”

Using Dean’s hand on the back of his head, Cas angles himself slightly and glides all the way down until his nose is again pressed into those messy curls. He’s smelling again, I can tell. My god. My cock is all the way fucking down his tight throat and he’s smelling me again.

Cas is looking up at Dean expectantly and he feels his balls tighten between Cas’s nimble fingers and that ball of pressure in his back melt down. He shouts wordlessly and he’s coming down Cas’s throat. Quickly he pulls off so he can shoot most of the load right onto Cas. That’s definitely one of my favorite sights. Cas answers my next groan with a soft breath and puff of air.

There’s come in his mouth, on his upper lip, in his eyebrow, the slope of his cheekbone, even a little on his ear. Beautiful. Cas smiles and it crinkles his eyes and he licks out to get a drop on his lips.

“Mmm. Delicious, Dean.” He says again. His voice is so deep and scratchy it thumps in my brain.

Dean chuckles breathlessly and sags against where he’s still trying to stay standing. Need him closer.

“C’mere” he says as he tries to pull Cas up, not sure if the crunching he hears is the leaves or his knees.

Hard to think- Hard to move- But as his angel’s face comes within reach he puts his mouth to the come-splattered cheek and starts licking it all up. His tongue flicks in his eyebrow and eyelashes and Cas is staring at him with adoration shining from every part of him. Of course, Cas has a thing for my come too.

It’s tangy, a bit more salty than usual today, but not bad, and Dean holds it under his tongue while he licks the last drop off Cas’s ear. He feels him shiver, then he kisses Cas fiercely. Gotta show him how good he was. How he made me come all of this.

Dean’s hands are grabbing Cas’s face now and he passes him the thick come. Cas moans obscenely, louder than Dean, and swallows as much as he can get. They keep kissing for at least a few minutes while they try to figure out where one of them begins and the other starts.

He’s so perfect. And he’s mine. Dean smiles into the kiss.

The wind is whistling in his ears again and drags to them a very faint shout from the direction of camp. “Dad?”

They break off the kiss slowly, with a trail of drool connecting them. Dean stands loose, panting in Cas’s mouth.

“Damn kids.”

Cas licks his lips and chuckles. “It’s okay, Dean.” He pats Dean’s chest with those strong hands of his.

“Compose yourself and let’s go back.” What a tease.

Mmm. One last moment. They’re still alone for now. Dean pulls Cas’s face to his and whispers into his ear.

“When we get home, I’m gonna fuck you through the mattress so hard you won’t remember which way is up. Then I’ll drag you up and do the same against the wall instead…”

The open mouth and black shot through Cas’s eyes is so worth it. Dean grins and pulls up his pants. Perfect.

FIN

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Suptober 2024, Day 1: Autumn

#suptober24 Day 1: Autumn

I have not been able to write, draw, anything for quite a while. Im disappointed in myself that I skipped last years suptober. So you can imagine how surprised I was when an idea popped in my head. Fingers crossed I can keep going. Please know that I will probably be very rusty at this

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From the Ashes, The Wildflowers Grow

Chapter 1: Family

Word Count: 2675

CW: IDK a baby? None

Chapter Summary: Eris and his wife, Celeste, hold a family get-together to introduce their new child.

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Waiting in his chambers with his mother, Eris felt the wards break. He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and watched the magic simmer. He then watched as they immediately repaired themselves. 

“Your son is here,” he said, with a sigh to his mother. He stood from his chair. “Dramatic as ever.”

Not even a moment later, the doors to the chambers opened. No knock; his brother never knocked. There was a squeal of a female and golden blonde hair rushing to him. 

“Eris,” Elain said, hugging him. Eris took a moment to realize what happened and hug her back. She pulled away and looked towards his mother. She gasped. “Is that the baby?”

“Good to see you Elain,” he said with a slight chuckle. 

She left him quickly with her lilac dress twirling around her feet, and went to the couch his mother occupied. She murmured her greetings and his mother handed her the babe swaddled in a green blanket. Elain sat beside her and he could hear his daughter’s little grunts from being shuffled around.

“Oh Eris, she’s beautiful.”

Eris felt another presence beside him. “Where’s your wife?” 

He looked toward his brother. Eris was surprised to see him in a tunic and trousers, and not in day court attire. Coupled with Elain’s dress that meant they must have come from Spring. 

“She’s napping. I’d rather not wake her. She refuses to rest. So when she does, I don’t disturb her.”

“Sounds like Celeste.” Lucien walked over to his mate. 

“You know you can't keep breaking the wards, Lucien.” Eris crossed his arms. “You’ll start a war because you’re too lazy to walk in.”

“I keep telling him that,” Elain said. “But he doesn’t listen.”

Lucien himself replied by dismissively waving a hand and giving his mother a hug. He then peered down at the bundle in Elain’s arms. “Oh thank the cauldron, she looks like her mother.”

“Careful,” Eris frowned. His mother didn’t suppress her laugh. 

Lucien only smiled at him. “Have you named her yet?” 

Eris didn’t answer him. He heard familiar footsteps to his right and tried not to scowl as his wife rounded the corner. She had changed into a red knit sweater and brown trousers. He was at least happy she didn’t feel the need to put on something more formal. Her brown hair looked hurriedly put into a bun, loose strands framing her face. The dark rings were still under her eyes. He wanted to tell her to go back to bed but he knew not to argue in front of family. She gave them all a smile and Lucien walked over to her to hug her. 

“I was just telling your husband what a blessing your child looks just like you,” he teased. 

“I heard,” she replied with a little yawn. “But she does have his hair.” 

“She’s beautiful, Celeste.” Elain told her with a smile. 

Celeste said her thanks while Lucien stepped back and looked her over. Eris glared but didn’t say anything. He knew it was ridiculous, but he refused to feel guilty for being jealous and protective. Even if they’d been married for nearly a century. 

Lucien frowned, “Eris was right, you still need rest. You look absolutely terrible.”

“Lucien,”  his mother hissed from the couch. 

Eris didn’t bother to cut his eyes to his brother. Celeste smacked him on the arm for the both of them. Eris chuckled when he saw Elain, still holding the babe, glared over for a brief moment before schooling her features. 

“Elain, come get your mate,” she laughed. “It’s been over a week. I’m fine.”

“She refuses to let me help,” Eris interjected. Celeste rolled her eyes. “It’s the truth. I practically have to steal my own child to bond with her.” 

“Now that is a lie if I ever heard one,” Celeste came over and took his hand. “If I’m not holding her, he is. Edith said it would spoiler her.”

“Nonsense,” his mother replied. “She’s always said that. What she didn’t tell you is when she was my healer, she coddled every single one of my boys.” 

Celeste grinned. “I think she says it mostly because Eris also takes her to all his meetings even if she’s sleeping.” 

He brought her hand up and kissed the tops of her knuckles. He held her gaze tightly. “How can I not? I love to show off your work.”

Lucien made a gagging noise. “Please get a room.” 

“These are our rooms,” Celeste replied. 

Eris pulled her to him and kissed her cheek, then her lips. He was very pleased with the way she hummed in response, kissing him back. 

“Disgusting,” Lucien grumbled. 

Elain, ever the polite one, changed the topic. “Did you name her?” 

Celeste pulled away, and turned towards her. “We have.” She looked back at Eris. 

She asked him a silent question and he nodded. He saw the brief sadness in her eyes and he gripped her hand tight. He knew it would be hard for her, especially with Lucien present, but he stood by her decision when she asked before the baby was born. 

He watched her look over to Lucien. Her voice cracked a little when she said, “Her name is Andrea.” 

Realization washed over Lucien and his eyes widened. He looked to Eris but Eris only shrugged. Their mother, who had been watching quietly, stood and went to Lucien, squeezing his arm. Elain looked confused. 

“That’s a lovely name,” their mother replied. 

Celeste let go of Eris’s hand and she went to Elain to retrieve their child. “She’s named after Andras,” she said softly to her. “He was a dear friend,” she turned to Lucien. “A very dear friend to the both of us back in Spring. He gave his life for us to be free. I wanted to honor him.” 

Lucien was still eyeing Eris. “And you’re fine with that?” 

Eris glowered. “She could have named her Tamlin and I would be fine with it. Truly Lucien, that’s the first comment you want to make?” 

Celeste thankfully took no offense and laughed. “Would you let me name your child after my former high lord?” 

Eris bristled a little at the reminder. “You labored for two days, as long as it wasn’t Morrigan I was fine with anything.” He swore he heard Elain snort at that remark. 

Lucien nodded and looked him over with a grin. “Just checking. You are the jealous type. But I should have guessed Celeste gets whatever she wants.”

Eris only looked to his beautiful wife again, holding their child. He didn’t bother to change his expression into something other than the adoration he felt. “You say that as if it’s a terrible problem to have.” 

Another knock came to the door. His other brothers, Piran, Asher, and Cillian filed into the room; followed by Celeste’s mother. 

“These three were loitering in the halls,” she stated with great humor before curtsying towards Lucien, Elain, and his mother. “Something about how my daughter’s husband would murder them if they woke her.” 

Eris didn’t hide his grin. “I can’t fathom where they heard such an outlandish story.”

“Eris,” Celeste shuffled the babe in her arms so she could smack his arm gently. 

“It was kinder for me to kill them if they woke you than to let them suffer your wrath.” Eris retorted. “Everyone in this room knows you’re a monster to wake up.” 

Celeste scoffed, dramatically looked very offended. “You wound me deeply.”

Piran stepped around them to greet Lucien and Elain. “Good to see you both.” He turned his head to Lucien. “You keep breaking the wards, Lucien and I’m going to have you banned from Autumn again.”

“I repaired them, didn’t I?” Lucien replied. 

“Boys,” their mother said with a tone of warning. “Lucien, promise to your brothers you will stop breaking the wards.” 

“You treat me as if I’m a youngling.” He rolled his eyes. 

Asher spoke up from near the door. “That’s because you act like one.” 

Everyone laughed, including Elain, which made Lucien scowl. She finally cut him a look and he replied. “Fine, I promise I won’t break the wards again.” 

Cillian said from beside Asher, “this room is a bit crowded. We came to fetch you all.” 

They all filed out the chamber and Eris took Andrea from his wife. He still wasn’t used to it; holding the little being the cauldron blessed them with. She was still so new to the world, for any stark features to truly stand out other than the red hair, pale skin, and her blue eyes. Her little face scrunched as she settled in his arms while he walked down the hall. He smiled down at her for a moment and glanced at his wife walking beside him. He’d probably never understand what he’d done to earn this kind of happiness. 

They all reached the conference room that was refurbished as a sitting lounge several decades ago. Once Andrea was placed in the cradle, he sat with his brothers to continue talking. Even Lucien joined them. Eris would never admit how much that meant to him. His mother and Celeste’s mother were off to one side chatting. They offered to sit close to the cradle to keep an eye on the baby. Elain and Celeste went to the far side of the room. Eris could hear his wife talking, catching bits of gossip from Spring and how Elain was bullying the Tamlin into letting her redo the flowerbeds during her visits. He did catch the shift in Elain’s tone that had him worried for only a moment. 

“I started that book you sent me. You are just as terrible as my sister,” Elain said. He could see the blush on her face from his seat. “You did not warn me about chapter 33. You told me it wasn’t that bad.”

Celeste laughed loudly. “It’s not! But if that made you blush, then skip 40. It’s nothing but-” 

He instantly knew exactly what they were discussing and immediately blocked them out. His wife’s reading habits was something he decided a long time ago was none of his business. He glanced over and his gaze caught Lucien’s. Apparently he was doing the same thing, from the look he shared. Eris bit back his laugh and focused on what his other brothers were saying. It wasn’t long before a knock came to the door, stifling the conversations in the room.

Rowen, the captain of the guard, poked his head in. “Lord Helion is here. Shall I escort him in?”

Eris looked at his brothers. Unspoken words were exchanged between them with a look and Eris stood. 

“I’ll go.” When he got to the door, he looked at Rowen and nodded to the room. “Go in and visit.” 

Rowen looked at him skeptically. He ran a nervous hand through his dark hair. “Are you sure?” 

“You’re family, aren’t you?” He patted his friend’s shoulder. “Go meet the baby. You haven’t even seen her yet.” 

Eris understood his hesitation. Rowen was a good leader but very reserved. Asher was always the more outgoing one and Rowen gladly let his husband take on those responsibilities. He watched Rowen stare into the room for a moment. He then gave Eris a nod and went through the door. He took a shortcut to the main hall and found Helion waiting near the front entrance.

“Afternoon Helion.” His greeting was short. Even after all the time that passed, their relationship was still complicated. 

“Eris.” Helion gave a little nod. “Apologies for running late. Congratulations. I know your mother is excited to have a new youngling around.”

As if summoned, footsteps echoed in the hall. Eris turned to see his mother and wife walking towards them, his wife holding their daughter.

“You look well.” Helion said to Celeste as they approached. 

Celeste scoffed. “Don’t flatter me, Helion. Lucien’s already told me I look worse for wear.” 

He frowned. “Did he?” 

Eris replied with a little pride, “she handled it.” 

Helion cut his eyes to Eris’s mother, who nodded. He looked back to Celeste. “You look like you have a new babe keeping you up at night, but that’s expected. All that considered, you do look well.”

“Eris helps.” Celeste readjusted the baby resting in her arms. “Would you like to hold her? Her name is Andrea.” 

Helion nodded and Celeste handed her over to him. He grinned as he took her, part of the blanket falling to the side as she squirmed in his hands. She seemed more awake, her legs shuffling under the white gown they’d dressed her in. Helion cooed a greeting to her and Eris could see her yawn. 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” His mother sighed and leaned onto Helion’s arm. 

Watching them awe over his child made Eris wonder if somehow, in another life, that would have been how they looked at their own babe. Would that have been how they looked at Lucien? How they would have looked at him? He must have let his emotions show. Celeste slipped her arm around his and took his hand. She weaved her fingers around his own and she squeezed gently. With a blink, he squeezed back. 

The moment didn’t last for long, however. Eris knew instantly by the quick little movements his daughter was making that she was about to start screaming. As if on cue, her face scrunched up. Celeste moved first, holding out her arms as Andrea let out a little cry. Helion thankfully wasn’t offended, letting out a soft chuckle. 

“And she’s hungry,” Celeste quickly took the wailing babe. She held her close and looked at Eris.  “I’m going to feed her and drag out Elain. I left her alone talking with my mother and she was trying to needle out of Elain her cinnamon bread recipe,” she added, making a face. 

“I’ll go with you.” His mother told Celeste and stood on her toes to kiss Helion on the cheek. 

Eris caught her gaze for a brief moment. He knew she was leaving them alone on purpose. He didn’t hide annoyance on his face. His mother flashed her eyes in a way that told him to behave. Eris crossed his arms. He and Helion turned to watch them retreat for a moment. Eris could taste the awkward silence hanging between them. 

Helion finally turned to Eris. “You know you’re welcome at my court, Eris.” Eris could only nod. “I do mean that. Next time Celeste visits, you should join her. I know your mother wants to see more of you. Especially with the baby-“ 

“I am aware.” Eris finally snapped back. He said it more harsher than he intended to. Helion frowned and Eris continued. “What I mean is, when Andrea is old enough to handle winnowing, I will send notice.”

That softened the Day High Lord’s demeanor. “There is a lot of bad blood between us. I’m not asking for a miracle; I’m merely asking to start making amends. We are family.” 

Eris nodded again. He knew he needed to try harder. It had been over a century. He was at least trying. Even if it pained him. 

Helion didn’t let the silence lapse for long. “I spoke with your mother and we both agreed there will be Pegasus waiting for her when she’s old enough.” 

“That’s hardly necessary,” Eris replied, taken aback. 

Helion shrugged, wearing a smirk eerily similar to Lucien’s. “So was giving us two smoke hounds as a mating present.” 

Eris rolled his eyes. “Again, hardly. Aspen and Jora missed my mother dearly.” 

Helion didn’t seem to buy it but also didn’t further argue. “Shall we?” He asked, looking toward the hall. 

“Of course,” Eris nodded. 

He told himself one day he would be used to the family he made and acquired, just like he had gotten used to the peace. For the time being, he would try to enjoy it for what it was and accept the happiness the cauldron and Mother granted him.

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Raking Leaves

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"Cas, stop checking out my ass, and help me here." Dean turns around, finding a furiously blushing Castiel. "Oh, so you were checking out my ass!"

Castiel bows his head a bit lower. "N... no..."

"It's a nice ass, can't blame you. But bring a bag, and help me."

It was their first autumn in their house, and everything was very new to both of them. Castiel didn't understand why they had to rake the leaves, because forests are perfectly fine with the leaves on the ground. Dean didn't understand either, but he figured it made for a normal activity to do when one has a normal life, and he longed for normal.

"You know the wind is just going to bring more leaves tomorrow", Castiel said, while pushing leaves into what was the 6th bag today.

Dean stopped raking and straightened up with a groan. "Fuck. I think you're right." He looked at the expanse of their property. "This might be a stupid idea. Why didn't you bring it up earlier?"

Castiel made a knot to close the bag. "You seemed to enjoy yourself."

"Hm."

Dean turned to the back of their property. "Do you see the big pile around the maple trees? Let's bring the bags over there."

"OK Dean."

Dean brought his rake and started raking the thick leaf cover into one place. "While I do that, empty the bags here."

Castiel started to untie a bag even if he was perplexed. "But why?"

"We're gonna make a big pile and jump into it."

Castiel tilted his head. "Jump into it?"

Dean beamed. "Yeah! It's fun!" His shoulders fell. "Or, at least, I think it is. Kids do it all the time, but I didn't get to. We were always in hotels."

Castiel understood immediately what that meant for Dean and he emptied the bags swiftly.

Soon enough, Dean and Castiel were running together and jumped in the leaves. They laughed and turned on their backs, looking at the few remaining blotches of colours in the branches above.

"It smells nice in the leaves, Dean."

"Yeah."

A quiet moment passed.

"Dean?" "mmm?" "Are you sleeping?"

"I wish."

Castiel moved closer and took Dean in his arms. Dean gave him a kiss.

Their nap smelled of crisp air, fallen leaves, and the soft warmth of a loved one.

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