#he also bought her the necklace and he gave her a bit of his own stone for it so that he is always by her side

[passionateseadruid]

Snake King’s Bride 8

Holiday havoc part 2

Notes:

Warning! This chapter has talk of sensitive topics such as very dubious consent! Read at your own risk!

You felt… numb.

Why did it have to happen this way. Here you were laying in the aftermath of last night, laying in a pool of your own tears. Claw marks littered the headboard. His scent engulfed you. And after everything he’d left you to deal with the aftermath on your own.

"What's the point of any of this? Why don't we just go down to Vegas and fucking elope? He's already ruined my life. He's taken my best friend and family away from me. And now… now he's taken the one thing I had left."

"Ma'am?" A voice came from the open door. It was Styx, they looked concerned, and very very nervous.

"Styx!" You pulled the cover up to your neck. They sighed and walked into the closet and after a few seconds they walked out with a huge robe. They gently sit next to you and pulled the robe around you. "You don't have to." You insisted.

"Please don't make this difficult ma'am."

"You really shouldn't. I'm sure Lucifer doesn't pay you nearly enough to deal with his bullshit." You smiled half joking, at least trying to make yourself feel better.

"He doesn't pay me at all." They mumbled turning towards the door, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"What?"

"It's... complicated. I can't work anywhere else. So in exchange for eternal service he gifts me the comfiest clothes and feeds me the finest foods and keeps a very expensive roof over my head." They explained.

"More like an unpayable debt over your head." You mumbled and scoffed it off.

"His highness has asked that I accompany you to the shopping center today to pick out presents for his party next week. The gift from Mr. Fizzarolli came in last night. I'm a bit confused why it was already wrapped inside but I'll not push it." Styx bowed and lead you into the closet.

"Thanks. Hey do you know who I have to get gifts for? I assume I have to get one for Charlie. Should I get one for Renesme and Nina? Do I get one for you?"

"You have one for Lucifer. You'll need one for Princess Charlie, each of the other 6 deadly sins, you'll probably want one for Mr. Fizzarolli, Miss Bee's boyfriend will not be joining us this year, and the rest of the sins do not have dates for the evening. It should just be you and Mr. Fizzarolli."

"Alright! Let's get going!" You walked out of the closet. You dressed in a black jumper and a dark gray and light gray striped shirt underneath.

Styx took your hand and they grabbed their necklace. A portal opened before you and you two stepped through and into a desolate corner of the mall.

"Wow." You smiled at them excitedly. 

"Yeah um, His- his majesty gave me a magic crystal to teleport around Hell."

"Speaking of Lucifer how long have you been working for him."

"Oh goodness. Since Princess Charlie was young. I was practically the one who raised her. Lilith was to busy singing and flirting and fighting with His Highness. She'd insist that the princess shouldn't be around him because he's self destructive but she wouldn't put in the work to raise her daughter."

"So... speaking of Lilith. She is or was human right?"

"Correct."

"So Charlie is half human. Did she..."

Styx seemed to pick up on what you were trying to ask. "Princess Charlie was a menace during her adolescent years. She threw a box of feminine products at her father. Then she started going out with the son of her fathers former closest friend to spite him. She also went through the emo phase after the two of them broke up." They laughed.

You smiled at them. "It's nice to see you so emotional for once instead of so stoic."

You two walked around the mall trying to find things for your friends (and the other people you were obligated to buy gifts for). First you went to a jewelry store and bought pink and purple ‘hers and hers’ flower necklaces for Renesme and Nina. You may not know them all that well but you do know that the two of them love each other. You ended up getting some rose gold designer sunglasses for Fizz. Nina walked around getting gifts for the other sins for you. You didn't care what Styx got for the Sins. You were more focused on what to get for Pluto and Styx. You decided to play it safe and Pluto a paper $100 gift card to any store in hell. If it’s not clear you’re just giving her a 100 bucks.

"Hey Styx since we're here what would you like."

"Oh! Ma'am, you don't have to get me anything."

"Please? I really want to get you something as a way to thank you for all the nice work you do."

"Ma'am that's… really not necessary." They stared at you as you gave them the puppy dog eyes. "Fine, if you don't mind I'd really like some knitting needles and yarn. I could make you something in return." They smiled.

"Styx…" you put your hands on their shoulders. "I'm not Lucifer. This isn't a transactional thing. Do whatever you want with them but please remember that this is your gift not mine." You gently smiled and took their hand.

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As the party started and guests started to poor in you smoothed out your dress. It was mainly white but it cinched up in places around the skirt to show of the red petticoat underneath. The bodice was a Queen Anne neckline and there was some red accents on the sleeves.

First to show was unsurprisingly Satan as he was the closest Sin to the pride ring and to the King of Hell in general. Then surprisingly Ozzie and Fizz showed up next. After that Bee dragged Belphy through the door, her legs under Bee’s arms, kinda like sadness and Joy from Inside Out. And then Mammon showed up. And finally Levi made a grand entrance.

"Okay everyone is here, I'm going to go get some food." Before you could listen to Lucifer’s protests you had rushed to the living room where the reception was being held. As you looked through the snack bar you felt someone bump into you someone tall.

"Sorry." Your eyes went wide. There is only one person who'd apologize in hell. You turned around and say Charlie smiling at you. "Hey! I didn't see you in the Foyer. Dad said you ran off to get a snack. Merry Sinsmas." She walked away.

You weren't expecting Charlie to be at the party.

"This is bad." You froze.

"Hm? what do you mean?" Fizz asked. You could hardly understand him with the fudge he was stuffing into his mouth though.

You pulled him away from the living and into the butlers pantry. You let him go and slammed the door to get some privacy and started to rub the anxiety out of your temples.

"Woah! Hey! Look you're cute but I don't swing that way."

"Please for one second could we not joke about this. I'm less than 30 minutes away from dying at the hands of my Naughter." You whisper yelled. Moving from your temples to the crick in your neck. You could feel your pulse beating irregularly.

"What?"

"My Naughter. Because she's Not my Daughter."

"Yet." He shoved the last bit of fudge from his plate into his mouth. "While I'm in here you don't mind if I raid your guys chip stash do you?"

"Go ahead. It's his anyway. I don't care what you do with it." You leaned forward onto one of the bottom cabinets. He stretched his robotic arms up and sifted through the upper cabinets.

"They might not be yours yet but after tonight they probably will be. Tonight is the night that Charlie will finally come to see you as a new parental figure. Either that or she'll straight up kill you for disrespecting her dad." You felt your pulse pick up as sweat dripped down your neck. You wanted to run, wanted to scream, wanted to cry. "Mmh mmh! These are delicious! Sorry, Mammon doesn't let me snack even when I'm off his dime. Ozzie on the other hand practically mother birds food down my throat."

"Have your fill. At least one of the last things I'll see is my friend being truly happy. Doing what he wants to do."

Fizz stopped munching down the chips and looked you in the eyes. "Listen. The little princess might be upset but she's known for being the sweetest most forgiving being in Hell. I'm sure if you just explained to her that he kidnapped you-."

"And kinda forced himself on me." You admitted, cutting Fizz off.

"He did what?" His eyes were like saucers.

"Well… kinda? I mean… it's complicated. We were at a party with my family and then I got mad at him because he was traumatizing my niece and nephews and then I wanted to break off this engagement and I thought maybe I could get away while I was on earth. Then he appeared through my fireplace and was absolutely ready to murder my family so I made a deal with him that if he didn't hurt my family he could do whatever he wanted to me."x

"Firstly, that explains what Ozzie meant when he said something off handedly about you and the king getting frisky. Secondly, Red that's blackmail. There is no black and white to this situation. There is a clear and present danger in your life." He squeezed your shoulders and used his contact name for you.

"Yeah and right now it's name is Charlie Morningstar. She's going to kill me."

"Look everything’s going to be fine. I'll talk to Ozzie after the party about seeing if you can stay with us for a while. I'm here for you, everything is going to be okay." Fizz hugged you. You found yourself falling into his warm embrace, and for the first time in hell… you cried. You wrapped your arms around his skinny body so tight it felt like he was going to pop. You were safe. If only for a moment.

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"Froggy! Where are you?" A voice called.

"Shit!" Fizz whispered in a sacred tone. "It's Ozzie. Dry your tears and stay in here okay?" Fizz opened the door right as Asmodeus was opening it from the other side. "Hi Oz."

"I thought you already came out of the closet?" Oz teased. "Hey lil hen!" He looked over to you, and took Fizz's hand.

"That's new." You remarked and followed behind them.

"Well female ducks are called Hens." Oz smiled at you.

…

"Oo! Looks like we're just in time for the end of the presents." Oz informed you both. They must've started early because you know that you and Fizz weren't in the pantry for half an hour.

"Aw. A wreath for the hotel! How thoughtful." Charlie smiled at your gift.

"Honey come here I want to hug you once I see what you got me."

"I'm good where I am." You said with a slight tremble in your voice. Charlie frowned and Furrowed her brow.

Lucifer opened the box and his face fell when he saw what it was. "You got me a white dildo, bedazzled with the words go fuck yourself written on it." And Go Fuck Yourself is in all capital letters too.

"Yep." You felt like you were going to pass out.

"That's disgusting." Charlie glared at you.

"To be fair I was going to get him a single sock instead but I couldn’t find anywhere that sold one sock and I didn't want to throw away money and throw away a sock."

"Can you please have a little more class than that? You're going to be the queen of Hell soon."

"Oh yes because if Hell's known for anything it's there upstanding citizens."

"Those are my people!"

"No, they're not! Your people are currently being treated like chew toys for the amusement of the rich. Your people are being abused and unfairly paid, sometimes not even being paid, while you and your father are profiting from their pain. Your people are the Imps and the Hellhound, and all the other Hellborn. Why is it that everyone in this room out ranks me in terms or raw power and/or social status and yet, I'm the only one who has actually done something for the Imps. So I restate what's on this dildo here. Both of you can go FUCK yourselves! After all the pain I’ve been through for the past 4 months, I’ve had enough! Good night and I hope you have a Merry Fucking Sinsmas!"

[the-batcomputer-project]

Batkids Hobby Headcanons

Dick - Gymnastics is the most obvious one. When he was younger, Bruce initially didn't want him to compete in competitions, or even join a team, because Dick would have an "unfair advantage". However, he eventually gave in and allowed him to join the school's team. Another hobby he has is baking. In most cases, he is forbid from the kitchen, however he is a fantastic baker. He is also very good at making fantastic stews, which Alfred has even claimed to be better than his own.

Jason - He's a literature nerd, with a particular love for the classics; Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte are his favorite authors. However, we all know Jason is a theater kid at heart. He did every school play at Gotham Academy, and though he hasn't acted in anything since his resurrection, he still goes to local theaters with Alfred fairly often. He's also a fantastic cook, and the only person in Wayne Manor (other than Alfred) to never receive any sort of kitchen ban.

Tim - Photography is Tim's favorite hobby. His first camera was one of the most meaningful presents from his parents when he was younger, winning several photography competitions. He hasn't indulged as often since becoming a vigilante. Barbara still keeps him on-call as her blackmail collector though, which he does happily. He's also into skateboarding, finding skate parks to be a nice escape when he needs time alone. Many of his photo shoots occurred at the skate parks, for very emotionally charged urban photography. Other than those, he likes disassembling things to see how they work. This destructive hobby was punished and frowned upon when he was younger, but when Bruce discovered that Tim enjoyed taking things apart, would start leaving things around for him to play with, like old microwaves, or failed bat-projects. Tim also loves comic books, of which he has an impressive collection.

Damian - Art is something Ra's looked down upon, calling it "weak" and "insubstantial in society". However, it was still something Damian enjoyed, so he had to keep his hobby a secret. He was terrified Bruce would kick him out, when he found the sketchbooks hidden in Damian's room, however Bruce just asked if there were any supplies Damian wanted. He's still a bit self conscious of his art, but he is more open, giving paintings to his family as gifts, and even entering in an art show. He still has a fascination with knives from his time with the League of Assassins, and enjoys collecting ones that interest him, particularly vintage knives, and unique knives made out of unconventional materials, or those with intricate designs. Jon was the one to get him into video games, which he denies enjoying, but the hours he's put into Cheese Viking would say otherwise.

Cass - Ballet was one of the first things she fell in love with after being adopted. It was so similar to how she was raised-people talking with their bodies-but without the violence she so loathed. She easily convinced Bruce to sign her up for classes, and for once, it was something she could do, to communicate with people in a way she knew well. Another interest she picked up was astrology. It was something fun that she didn't necessarily believe in, but was a comfortable guidance. Damian hand painted her a custom tarot deck, and she has a small collection of crystals she finds pretty. Zatanna has offered to enchant some of them for her, but Cass declined the offer, saying that giving them actual magic enchantments removes the aspect of belief that she found comforting. She understood that the black tourmaline necklace Bruce bought her wouldn't actually keep her safe, but it gave her comfort, and a sense of safety, especially because it was a gift from her dad. (author's note: I don't actually know that much about astrology, tarot, and crystals, so if anyone wants to add to this and give a more realistic description of how it works, I would love to see it)

Steph - similar to Dick, she is a gymnast, though not quite at Dick's level. She is also into martial arts and has taken a few classes in Taekwondo and Boxing, and whatever other free classes were being offered at the community center. Cartoons and anime are pretty big interests, as well as video games. She often jumps around from hobby to hobby, and has several miscellaneous skills in a little bit of everything. (author's note: a lot of Steph I based off of myself. She's a character I relate a lot to, so a lot of myself is projected into her. Her height and weight being one of them. However, that was also because DC doesn't seem to know what a human woman looks like, because most of the female characters in the Batfamily are 5'4" or 5'5", and around 120 lbs, including Steph. So I just borrowed by height and weight from highschool, when I was at peak physical fitness, at the gym 4 times a week, and doing 2 sports, once meeting 2 times a week and the other meeting 3 times a week. That would place her at 5'8" and 155lbs, which is far more reasonable for an active vigilante. rant over). She also feels like the kind of person who would be into scrapbooking. Most of her pictures are stolen from Tim, and the pages are brightly colored with fun stickers and glitter.

Duke - he gives off the vibe of a soccer player. However, because of his focus on school and crime fighting, he just plays for the rec team. It's a fun activity that he can enjoy when he was time, and also use to explain away his fitness level and injuries. He's also a huge movie buff, enjoying to analyze every aspect of the film, from the characters, to the camera work, to the framing of each scene. He isn't as interested in making his own movies, but gets very into it when he does. Quentin Tarantino is his favorite filmaker, however Damian has stared getting him into foreign films as well.

[lasht0nl]

First post!

hello to anyone who sees this! This is my first post, I'm new to Tumblr and don't know much about how to use it. But I wanna post about headcannons about shows I like so here I am! I like south park and if you see this go ahead and give me suggestions!

Teen Stan headcannons:

On the football team

Dyes his roots blonde

Still hates Randy because of the whole weed farm

grunge style

On and off relationship with Wendy

Bi curious

prefers He/They pronouns

Best friends with Tolkien and Kyle

still friends with the goth kids

prefers to stay at Kyle's house than his own

Isn't sure if he's romantic attracted to Kyle

Not the most romantic guy ever but he kinda tries

His hoarding problem came back when Randy bought the farm but once every month Wendy and Kyle help him clean out his locker, school bags, etc

Teen Kyle headcannons:

In band and the basketball team

Wears glasses

Grew out his hair, not too long but now he can put it in a small ponytail

programs computers

His style is grunge cottagecore

Still has no luck in the dating department

Clear skin

Still wears his hat but let's some of his red hair show

Contemplated dying his hair once but Stan BEGGED him not to be cause it would mess up his curls (also because he likes to play with his hair)

Has a long hair and skin routine that Cartman makes fun of him for

Still hates Cartman

In student council with Wendy

Best friends with Stan and Wendy

Teen Kenny headcannons:

On the track team, also in art

Has a missing tooth, it comes back every time he respawns but he always finds a way to take pull it out

Once Karen turned ten he stopped dressing up as Mysterion and gave her his question mark as a necklace

He still dresses up as Mysterion when his parents are being mean to them tho

Has playboys scattered all over his room, hidden in his closet, under his mattress, everywhere

When he can't sleep he goes outside to whatever is left of SoDoDoPa and smokes there

Buys weed off Randy much to Stan's protest

Tries to take a shower as much as possible but he always ends up letting Karen use the little water they have to shower

Started working at City sushi to be able to buy Karen clothes, toys, coloring supplies, etc

Best friends with Cartman

Still wears his parka but usually has it unzipped or around his waist and wears baggy usually ripped and dirty cargo pants with a white shirt or tank top

Still loyal to the main 3 but also started hanging out with Craig's gang and Butters

Tries to get laid but his lack of hygiene doesn't help

Teen Cartman headcannons:

Too lazy to do after school sports/activities

Has a lot of acne

Tried to get back with Heidi once, did not go well

Sometimes let's Kenny take a shower at his house but usually says that he's too dirty and that he's ganna find dead fleas in his bathtub

Still a huge cat person and even though his cat is getting old he's surprisingly good with it and takes care if it well

Still really immature and rude to his mom but after she started putting her foot down on things he leveled it down a bit

Tried skincare to get rid of his acne, didn't work, so now he lashes out at Kyle for it

Best friends with Butters and Kenny

Developed a small friendship with Shelly

Has secret friendship bracelets with Butters

Still crossdresses, usually does it in private but sometimes does it with Butters

Still has clyde frog

Still in contact with Scott Tenorman

[acourtofthought]

Listen being in the fandom, and observing this shipwars made me realize how much I have always been a golden retriever girlie. I would take them over the toxic “dark brooding” men anytime, any day. That’s also another reason why I changed from being unsure about Elriel or Elucien to completely loving Elucien. Coming out of the books I could not for the life of me understand the obsession with Azriel, I legit skimmed past him in the books, he was just there, nothing more nothing less. Yes he did some stuff, but he was still just there, he never moved me compared to Lucien or even Rhys and Cass, who could also be considered dark and brooding. However, after reading his BC when he gave Gwyn the same necklace he bought for Elain, or when he was talking about Elain like she was a property??? I was like yep that’s it for me. I just didn’t care who he ended up with any more, I was wondering why the girlies were still obsessed with him then I realized what his prototype was and it made sense why I didn’t care for him.

It’s a big thing in the romance world as well. The girlies only like the dark men. Whenever I tell my friends that I don’t like dark and brooding MMCs, they look at me like I am crazy, and tell me how boring golden retriever men are, but they just don’t get it.

Anyways, anytime I see a Lucien lover, I just know they are a golden retriever girlie. We are in the minority but we most definitely get ittttt. This is another reason why I became firmly an Elucien, because there is no way Elain is not written as a golden retriever girlie, I SEE HER, the dark and brooding can be intriguing but in the end the golden retrievers are just it. And Elain might not know it now but in the end she will get it and I can’t wait.

A friend and I were talking about something the other day, how the Shadow Daddy MMC is starting to feel a bit overplayed at this point and how Sarah has a chance to usher in the next big thing with a MMC like Lucien.

It's not that Sarah was the first to introduce us to Shadow Daddy's but she was the first to make them a super popular thing and the market is now oversaturated with them, with others trying to capture their own success because they believe that's what readers want. And she wouldn't be the first to write a MMC who breaks that mold, one who is sly and cunning but does not have the dark haired brooding thing going on, but is instead just a genuinely good, emotionally mature guy however she could be the most popular author to give that archetype mass appeal.

I don't hate Az but he kind feels like a Rhys knock-off with less emotional maturity and that makes him undesirable to me in terms of a book boyfriend (he's a Wirkin compared to a Birkin). At least with Rhys, despite his own issues with his own self-worth, he still set aside his problems to be there for the girl. With Az, he kind of makes his problems with himself everyone else's problem, where they all have to be aware of what sets him off and tiptoe around him (confirmed by Mor) so it becomes "me, me, me" instead of "her, her her". And he doesn't even have a bond with any of these women, can you imagine what he'd be like in Lucien's shoes? If he had a confirmed mate who was ignoring him?

I don't know, after marriage and kids and realizing all the work that goes into putting the needs of little people first over your own, I've found I have less interest in reading / dealing with men who need to be babied. You start to see the difference between someone who actually doesn't have the ability to fully process things and behave a certain way as their frontal lobe is still being developed and someone who should know better because they are supposed to be the mature adult.

That's not to say Az won't be an interesting character to read about but he's definitely not someone I would want to date or find fictionally romantically appealing.

But Lucien? He reads as a MAN. He's struggling but he's not making it anyone else's problem. He's out there respecting everyone despite the way they treat him, making himself helpful even to those who don't think much of him. He puts Elain first, walking away so she can be happy even though we see it's a physical and emotional struggle for him. He stays away because he believes it's what she wants despite how much it bothers him. Az stays away because he is putting his own feelings first, not because it's what is best for her.

I think the fandom is so divided on Lucien because people allow certain characters opinions of Lucien to sway their opinions rather than realizing that those characters opinions are pretty biased. To realize everything Lucien has been up against since book 1 and how he's never done anything but the best he can with the limited power he's had so far while putting the needs of everyone else over his own.

I do hope when Sarah gives him his POV in a book, everyone will finally see exactly why he's always been one of her favorites.

And you're right, Elain is 100% a Golden Retriever girl and the only reason she was drawn to Az in the first place is he's pretending to be one around her though that's the furthest thing from the truth.

[i-promise-i-am-not-on-drugs]

So I saw this post

And I thought it was fucking adorable, so I decided to make some myself! :3

Here's the party! (+ El and Max, 'cause I love them)

I have some silly headcanons to explain some of the design choices if you're curious! The little pins are also just my headcanons about the characters, don't take them too seriously. :)

Mike) He has a lot of hair, so El gave him some hair clips to keep them out of his face! The shirt he's wearing says "dumbass ↑". Will gave it to him as a joke, and Mike surprisingly (not really) loved it and wear it as much as he can. The books are some DND campaigns that he kept after the party's past games.

Will) He has lots of bandages because he keeps hitting his face in the drawers's doors, as he's not used to his recent growth spurt yet. The bandages are colorful because Joyce brought them with Eleven, and she likes the colors. Will has a knife. Because his gun isn't really discreet. Don't mess with him, he will stab you.

Lucas) He like to look though on the outside, but the impression will immediately be broken if he takes his shoes off. Erica put one of her pink hoodie in the washing machine with his clothes, and his white socks are now baby pink. He has golden retriever energy, so I gave him one! His shirt says "don't mess with my wife", he found it while hanging out at the store with Dustin, and they bought the same one! Lucas's shirt is obviously referring to Max. :)

Dustin) Just like Lucas, Dustin shirt says "don't mess with my wife", and it's referring to Suzie! Also, Dustin found a chicken. He's not sure what he should do with it, but it looks cute and funny, so he kept it.

Eleven/Jane) She found her pretty overalls while she was hanging out with Max in the store, and Max bought it for her! It's now her favorite piece of clothing, and she wears it as much as she can. Her bow was made by Will, he gave it to her because her hair was getting long again. And El also has a knife. Be aware, she's not scared to use it.

Max) A bit after she bought El her overalls, she saw the pretty choker necklace she's wearing. Eleven might or might not have “borrow it" with her powers as a payback... But you didn't hear that from me. Now that she woke up from her coma, she has some trouble getting used to move around, so she has some mobility aids!

And that's all! I absolutely love them all, they're just so adorable. I might make some more later! ^^

Here's the link to the little guy maker, if you want to make your own tinny chibis! :)

[starsreminisce]

So about the ancient fae bloodline, a lot speculated that Archeron family is a part of this line. Do you think it came from the father or mother?

Your posts are very informative and really great read. Hope you are doing well ☺️

Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying them, and yes, I am doing well!

I'll be honest, SJM tends to save her twists for her finales. KOA and HOFAS brought out some items that completely change things, which has sort of conditioned me not to try to guess the upcoming plots. (It's impossible because I quite enjoy seeing if I am right about certain plots. HOFAS was a little embarrassing where I guessed correctly what would be brought up, but the execution was way off.)

The way she has withheld information on their parents feels like one of those things that will eventually show a link to the TOG world. She did love using a lot of names that started with "A" and Lydia's son, Actaeon, feels a lot like Archeron to me (silly, I know!). I don't believe Lydia gave the reason for his name as she did with Bran.

Personally, I would guess it's more on the father's side because her last name was not mentioned at all in the first book. The planting of the seeds for connecting worlds in the second book was when we were told her last name.

I had not thought of my family name, had not used it, for years and years. Because even when I had sacrificed and hunted for them, I had not wanted my father’s name—not when he sat before that little fire and let us starve.

In the first book, Feyre observed ward-markings her father traded (HOF and QOS were written before ACOMAF). Her father urged her to stay in the fae lands. Perhaps the most interesting thing to me is that Helion approaching sparked a core memory for Feyre about her father with a lapis lazuli pendant, a stone of wisdom, truth, and warding off evil.

My father had once bought and traded a gold and lapis lazuli pendant that hailed from the ruins of an arid southeastern kingdom, where the Fae had ruled as gods amid swaying date palms and sandswept palaces. I’d been mesmerized by the colors, the artistry, but more interested in the shipment of myrrh and figs that had come with it—a few of the latter my father had snuck to me while I loitered in his office. Even now, I could still taste their sweetness on my tongue, still smell that earthy scent, and I couldn’t quite explain why, but … I remembered that ancient necklace and those exquisite delicacies as he prowled toward us.

I kicked my boots against the stone door frame, knocking the snow from them. Bits of ice came free from the gray stones of the cottage, revealing the faded ward-markings etched around the threshold. My father had once convinced a passing charlatan to trade the engravings against faerie harm in exchange for one of his wood carvings.

Papa Archie also knew something was amiss with the queens and acted, seemingly on instinct, to find Vassa. He was able to negotiate her release, and I feel like one of the few ways he would get leverage was through his family history.

Another thing was how three death gods seemed to be keen on Nesta being Made. Nesta described herself as her mother's creature and started to reject that pull to power the more she accepted about her complicated feelings towards her father.

Feyre knew little of her parents and only felt resentment towards her father in her later years. Nesta hated her father and his lack of action, but eventually learned to accept that she was worthy of the love he gave her.

Elain has the best relationship with her father, so I feel SJM is saving a lot of history until his story can be told by people who knew him when he was at his best.

Lowkey, it's a sweet headcanon if Papa Archie would tell Elain that her ancestor was that fae warrior who trapped the other Death Gods, in order to remind her of her own strength—that she is more than a pretty face.

Thank you for asking and again for your kind words!

[mayabellis]

Random Black family headcanons

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1. Birth mark

Every child from Black family has a "constellation" of moles at their body. That's where they have their names from. Actually only their parents, siblings and romantic partners are aware of this fact beacuse birthmarks are in not very visible places. Eg. Regulus has Leo's contellation at his hip. The reason why Narcissa doesn't have star's name is beacause she wasn't born with Black's birthmark but with Rosier's one (her mother is from Rosier family). It resembled narcissus flower

2. Matching necklaces

When Beallatrix had her first trip to Hogsmade she bought three necklaces with letter "B". She gave two of them to her sisters. Few years later when Andromeda married a muggleborn Bellatrix get rid of her nacklace. She didn't want to be reminded of the traitor. Narcissa stop wearing hers in official situations but she kept it and she was wearing it when she was home alone (or later only with baby Draco). Andromeda never stopped wearing hers. She was taking it of only when she was going to sleep and every next morning she was putting it.

3. Scarf

When Sirius was at his first year at Hogwarts Andromeda borrowed him her scarf. The day was cold, she met him at school grounds and he apparently had forgotten his scarf. Sirus forgot to give the scarf back and that was the year when Andie was ending school. Actually she never asked for return. That's why Sirius kept the scarf. And every time when he was upset he was keeping it close like a teddy bear to think about his favourite cousin. When he was taken to Azkaban and they tried to take the scarf away from him he bit them. Then he was sleeping with it every night. Around 1995 when he met Tonks he gave her old slytherin scarf saying "give it to your mom, tell her I miss her". Dora told him to keep the scarf but then asked Remus for it right after Sirius's death (Remus knew where his best friend (if you prefer boyfriend) used to keep souvenirs). Andromeda got her scarf back not long after she lost her cousin.

4. Hardest choice

Andromeda got pregnant before marriage, while she was still living with her family. When she realised she was expecting a baby she confessed to her mother. She even said that this is muggleborn's child. Her mother (after argument and calling her a slut) found a solution. She told her daughter to marry some pureblood beafore the pregnancy would be visible and raise a child like this man was it's father. That was the moment when Andie decided to run away from home. She couldn't take her baby away from it's real father just for externals. She couldn't raise her baby in a lie. She never wanted to leave Narcissa on her own but there was no other choice. It wasn't just about her anymore. It was about being mother

5. Aristocratic skills

Since pure blood families are equivalent of aristocracy in real world many poeple headcankn Blacks as french speakers. I've also seen headcanons about Black brothers (idk how does this work with Black sisters) playing instruments. And I love both of this tropes but I wanted to add something. First thing: I strongly believe that Blacks (especially girls) were also taught dancing. Second: I headcanon Andromeda and Narcissa teaching their children aristocratic skills. Of course Andie didn't heve to teach her "broken" child but she believed that skills were useful. And here's how did this work in my opinion:

Draco learned to dance and used to play instrument when he was little but when his started Hogwarts he didn't have enough time to practice so he never mastered playing instrument. He never liked to study languages so he didn't learn french and he really regretted it at his 4th year (Triwizard tournament)

Dora learned french, she always thought that was a funny language which made her enthusiastic about learning. She also learned dancing but always when she had a chance she prefered to just jump around the room with her dad to "The Beatles" records. However the skill of ball dancing turned out to be useful during wedding (she led, Monny just trusted like he used to with Padfoot before). Dora never learned to play instrument. She didn't have enough patience

6. Muggle music

Andromeda was the one who intodroduced Sirius to muggle music. When she started frindship with Ted Tonks (I headcanon them as friends to lovers like many people do) she quite fast became fan of "The Beatles". She showed one vinyl to Sirius. At first he wasn't into this music and he started listening to it just because it was muggle. But during the years he was digging deeper and deeper into muggle rock music. Then he found metal. And then with little Remus' help and companion he bacame punk. And many years later he returned favor. He intoduced Dora to muggle punk music (she was raised listening "The Beatels" and she became fan of "Weird sisters" but she didn't know muggle punk).

7. Drinking

Everybody from Black family had high tolerance for alcohol in my opinion. It doesn't mean that everybody drink a lot but they can drink a lot without being really drunk. Even Draco can hold his drink beacuse of his mum. Lucius never had a high tolerance.

8. Phobias

Evrybody from Black family had a fear that they traied to get rid of but finally they would always meet them.

Regulus was always afraid of water. Sirius would make fun of him for not learning swimming. He was too scared to try. He never learned swimming. He never stopped being afraid of water. He tried to fight with this fear just once. He had to acomplish his mission. When he entered the cave he remembered all of the times when Sirius was innocently laughing at him. He imagined his older brother teasing him. The urge to prove that "ghost" wrong was his final motovation. It didn't matter that the real, living Sirius would probably never know the truth. The imagined one had to know that his brother was not a coward. When he was pulled into the lake he closed his eyes trying to imagine Sirius' smile. He didn't want to see endless water at his last moment. He wanted to see his brother.

Sirius was always afraid of darkness. Since he was little he would sleep with a night lamp and then he would light his wand every night (with lumos) and sleep with it. He thought the fear disappeared after Azkaban. He hadn't had a wand there so he couldn't light it. He had to just get used to sleeping in the darkness. He was sure he did. But in fact that fear just got worse. He realized that first night after his runaway. He couldn't sleep whole night because it was too dark. In Azkaban the metaphorical "darkness" was much worse than the litteral one. He would sleep as much as he could just to avoid going crazy. When he run away, he was safe again. He could stop being afraid of craziness so his childhood fear came back to take that free space. Despite his fear of darkness he died falling into light.

Narcissa was always afraid of loud noise. Every time Andromeda would fight with their mother Cissy would cover her ears. She never wanted to fight just to don't be shouted on. When she became a mother she hated the noises made by the baby at first. She even regretted having a child somtimes. But with time she got used to noises made by the child. She even liked some of them, especially laugh. She was sure she got rid of her fear until her house became deatheaters meeting place. She cried in her pillow every night but she was doing everything not to let Lucius see. They were too loud, she never asked for it but she felt her fear was riddiculus. That wasn't the moment to be riddiculus. She had to be stronger than ever to protect her family. It turned out that she was stronger than she expexted when she survived the final battle.

Andromeda was always afraid of loneliness. She was very loud and social at school just too be sure that she would always have someone to spend time with but they were never close to her. So the school friendships ended at the moment she graduated. Then she run away from home. She lost her family and friends. She lost everyone except her husband. When she gave birth to Nymphadora her new family became her everything and she was happy even though she wasn't the popular girl anymore. Years later her daughter got married and fell pregnant. Everything was perfect until everything was lost. Andie was left with a baby and unlike 25 years before there was nobody to help her. She would unalive herself if she didn't have to raise her grandson. All by herself.

Bellatrix was always afraid of pain and blood. When she was about 18 she got fascinated by Dark Lord's ideology. Not long after she realised that asking questions means being tortured. She became perfect death eater not only because she believed in the ideology but also to avoid pain. She was using the most painful spells on her victims but not the ones which caused a lot of blood. She got used to blood enough to not be scared of it but she didn't like to look at it to the end. The point was, she had to. Lot of deatheaters enjoyed seeing blood. She, as a leading one was almost everywhere and everytime. She had to pretend proud, happy and insane during others were commiting crimes full of blood. She was insane indeed but she was laughing just to hide the fear and disgust. Luckily she was good at acting so everyone was sure that she loved watching blood. Ironicaly her death was fast, almost painless and there was no blood.

[randomfoggytiger]

The Scully Family In-Depth (Part I): Childhood and the Pilot

It's time to break down the All-American Scullys with their strong sense of family, tightly held religious beliefs, and psychic leanings that were hinted at but never fully explored in canon.

**Note**: All of the Scullys have had their personalities assessed and Typed (Scully, Maggie, Melissa, and the Bill Scullys and Charlie?); so feel free if you want to see how they operate in their own minds (and with each other, explored in the Bill Scullys post.)

Childhood

Bill proposed to Maggie when he stepped off his ship after the Cuban Blockade; and they played "Beyond the Sea"-- the song that heralded his arrival-- at their wedding (and later at his funeral.) The dates are a bit snarly, as canonically Bill and Melissa were conceived out of wedlock to a very Catholic family, but that's due to the show's writing team not having had a show bible to refer back to (but also makes perfect sense for Maggie's freedom-seeking, "don't tie me down" character... so make of that what you will.) He and his wife were in love and happy, with her gently teasing him in Beyond the Sea about his fastidious ways ("As if he's an authority on having a good time")

and he good-naturedly taking it on the chin.

As a father, Bill Scully gave his children clear instructions on what not to do while they played, but gave them space to make their own decisions.

He also made model WWII planes with his sons (which Scully remembered the names of years later in Piper Maru); and read Moby Dick to his daughter over and over as a bedtime story, bonding over their own nicknames of Ahab and Starbuck (ones Scully honored when naming her subsequent pets.)

Scully's childhood was spent moving from one Naval Base to another (with a cut out line in Kitsunegari stating they'd been stationed in Japan once) but kept afloat with a heavy dose of tradition. Each Christmas, her father would always put the star or angel on top of the tree (mentioned in A Christmas Carol)

and would always take the decorations down the day after Christmas. One of those Christmases Maggie gifted her daughters their crosses

...which Scully also claims was a birthday present. Of her two daughters, Melissa doesn't seem too enthusiastic to receive a cross

while Scully feels honored to be given a symbol of her family's beliefs. Both girls drift from the faith before the events of S1; but Scully gravitates back to as an anchor amidst the turbulence of her repeated life traumas.

An important note: When did Scully receive her necklace? Canon says on her birthday, but shows Maggie handing it to her on Christmas Is this a show bible problem, or can it be explained? Yes, indeedy, it can! Pick which explanation you like best (or all of them!)--

#1. It's both: the original chain was longer than the chain Scully wears in the series, meaning that Maggie gifted her another, smaller chain on an ensuing birthday.

#2. The necklace Scully wears now is her sister's necklace, possibly gifted to her by Melissa on her birthday. Melissa's necklace had a shorter, more delicate chain

compared to her sister's (who was a rough-and-tumble tomboy);

and it could be an heirloom Scully cherished from her sister and gave to Emily, believing her to have been Melissa's daughter.

#3. Regardless, Mulder would have had to rifle through Scully's apartment to have found the longer chain; meaning the one he wore to California (3) was probably found in late night wanderings to her place, revisiting the scene of the crime perhaps for clues but really for penance. (Or he bought a new chain so he could wear her cross? Unlikely considering his habits and cheapskate second-nature.)

Little Scully and her brothers were close-- so much so that their fight over a rabbit Scully rescued (Bill threatened to stew it and Dana shoved and yelled at him, standing her ground)

was resolved without hanging resentment; and the duo later gallivanted in the woods with Charlie to shoot. Charlie was active participant in their childhood activities; and he and Bill bought their sister a BB gun for one of her birthdays-- though likely it was bought with the lion's share of Bill's pocket money, which would be in-line with his character (see Type post here)--

even though her birthday was in February and they didn't shoot the gun until autumn (there's that show bible problem again.)

Death plays a key part in Scully's early memories: when Bill was bullying her about the rabbit, she accidentally smothered it to death while trying to protect it.

And when shooting with her brothers, she'd wounded a snake in her fervor, grasping it in sorrow and crying in remorse.

Maggie noted: "Through tears she was saying that: 'Something was missing from the snake.' She'd taken something that was not hers to take. And although deathly afraid of snakes, Dana held the animal as if sheer human will could keep it alive."

These experiences are pivotal for Scully's character:

She realized has an unreasonable hope against reality, denying what she cannot understand.

It's why she gravitated to science: it helped her explain and quantify life's tragedies and morbid mysteries, giving her answers to make peace with the ups and downs she encounters. It also stripped her of her denial and excuses, holding her steadfastly honest character accountable. Her main defense is (and was) denial; but her honesty checkmates that impulse, accepting the truth even if it's unpleasant.

Scully also developed a profound fear of death--

avoiding all discussion of it later after her abduction and during her cancer arc-- fear which drew her to medicine, then pathology, then self-protection and harm prevention in law enforcement. Likely, this fear drew her to a career in death, a way to understand and overcome it. While a part of her is resigned to the cycle of life and death, she never truly makes peace with loss, feeling it keenly in all areas of her life. She is later baffled that Alfred Fellig could have "too much life"; and it's not until her experience in Tithonus that she is shaken with the realization that there is a fate worse than death.

Melissa Scully, meanwhile, never feared death: she respected it, viewing it as a release for a soul from being trapped. Her childhood seems to have been spent observing and nurturing her sister-- playing hopscotch and celebrating her sister's successful jump;

complicitly sneaking down to open presents early;

and encouraging her to follow her heart and join the FBI when both of their parents were upset that Scully had left medicine. Scully's subconscious even dreams her into the rabbit memory, blending Melissa and Emily as a silent, watchful observer on the stairs.

As a teenager, Scully sneaked out late with her mother's cigarettes, quietly smoking on the porch and hoping she wouldn't get caught because her father would "kill her." She seemed to have quit the habit by the time she dropped out of medical school and joined the FBI, which finally earned her father's anger.

At Christmas, she was torn between doing what she felt was right and walking away from Quantico so she would no longer disappoint her Captain Scully and Maggie.

Melissa is the one who encouraged her to "follow her heart", stabling Scully's insecurity with a steady faith that "There is no right or wrong. Life's just a path."

Melissa and Captain Scully seem to have had the greatest impacts on Scully's mentality-- Melissa encouraged and pushed her sister out of her comfort zone while always standing beside her in support (which Scully needs because of her Ni Demon, post here); and Ahab cherished his Starbuck, teaching her constellations while they boated and proudly supporting her in everything she did... except the FBI. Scully clung to them both: she took after her father's stoicism and needed his strength; but she needed Melissa's carefree backup even though they could never see eye-to-eye and often got into meaningless bickerings once they became adults.

As for the rest of the family, Maggie was Scully's steady, unwavering rock of support: she was just as angry as her husband about her daughter's career change, but by the time S1 unfolds, she has set aside those frustrations and is wholeheartedly supporting her baby girl, even "encouraging" her husband (with imperious eyebrows) to get over the awkward tension he and his little girl had built up. Bill seems to be on good terms with Scully whenever they show up in each other's lives even when he's being a pain (which will be explored in future); and Scully seems more actively involved in Charlie's life up until late S4 (again, will be discussed in future parts.) But as a whole, the Scullys seem to be tightly bonded, with their disagreements becoming water under the bridge rather than dealbreakers... for now.

Pilot

Scully begins her career with the FBI, ready to distinguish herself.

"I was recruited out of medical school," she recounts, tamping down her proud smile as best she can.

The only comment she makes about her family is that: "My parents still think it as an act of rebellion,

but uh..."-- she trails off with a Cheshire Cat grin.

Her parents weren't wrong, as evidenced by her deeply satisfied smirk

(exactly like the one she had in Never Again while "rebelling" against her life and getting the tattoo "that she deserves.)

and her own teen rebellion-- afraid of but hoping to get caught.

While small in mention, it is large in consequence: Scully is pursuing the FBI because it feels right; but she is also deriving a little satisfaction at pushing at boundaries and making a name for herself through her own endeavors. We shall see how that unfolds.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

**Disclaimers**: There are probably typos; but I've given up on the nit-picky grammar life. I'll come back and sneak edit later~.

[skylarstark4826]

When Peter opened his door, he couldn't believe it when he saw who was knocking.

It had been a few months after all the incindents around High Evolutionary. A few months after he had to come back to Earth with the sad fact he would never will get back the Gamora he met and whom he had fallen in love. That was why it had been so disconcerting when he opened the door that afternoon and saw her standing there, looking at him very serious but also with a warm glare on her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" the terran asked in an apathetic tone "I thought you didn't want nothing to do with me."

"True" she said "But i've been a little thoughtful about it and i came to see you."

"Why?"

"I want you to talk to me about... well, me."

"I still don't understand it." Peter was a little bit puzzled.

"You know, i want you to talk to me about... About the myself version you knew."

"Why would you want that? You said loud and clear you would never want be her."

"Quill, i told you already i want to know a few things." Gamora answered him "And one of those things is why did you say i fell in love with you. If you don't want to see me just tell me and i will go away"

"I didn't say that." Peter said.

"So do you want to do that? I'm free for a few days and i will have to come back."

"Well, my grandfather died two weeks ago and i've been alone since then so you can come in."

"Okay."

Peter wasn't sure at first, but he needed company after his grandfather's death. During those month on Earth wherever he went some women tried to flirt with him but he didn't want them. They weren't like his Gamora and he didn't want another woman than her.

And now she was there with him.

It was strange talk to her about the things she used to love but Peter quickly got used to the small routine between them. 

They slept in appart bedrooms, but spent the day together. Both had breakfast together in the mornings as she talked to him about her time with the ravagers. In the afternoon they had small walks around the neighbourhood and during the nights Peter showed Gamora some music as he talked about his memories with her. That was until she wanted to go bed, but during a night she woke up crying and Peter had to calm her down.

Peter couldn't complain about that. After all, he needed company and he was happy about having her beside him, but although it was enjoying his time with her, a part of him still felt sad. No matter how many time she spent around him, it still felt like he was a strange for her and probably that would be for the rest of his life.

The night before Gamora's departure, Peter entered to her bedroom with a small box tied with a ribbon on his hands.

"What's that?" she asked, her eyes had softened during the days with him.

"Something i want you to have." He answered "I know you will come back tomorrow and i'm not sure if i will see you again, but i really want you to have this."

Gamora took the box and opened it slowly, but when she looked wht was inside her eyes glowed with that spark Peter remembered so well. Her hands took a beautiful necklace out of the box. It was a beautiful silver chain with iridiscent gemstones hanging from it. A pure traditional zehoberei necklace, a piece very hard to find.

"Peter..." she was breathless "How... how did you know that?"

He gave a hínt of a sad smile.

"I bought it a long time ago. It was hard to find but i did everything to get it. I was saving it as a gift for her but..." he sighed "she would have loved that you got it"

"Well... Thank you" she said as she stood up and did something he didn't expect:

She hugged him.

She hugged him like she used to.

He didn't know how to react. True, he had missed her arms around him and now it felt different, but still felt so good on him. He looked at her and lowered his head to catch her lips and that was when she stopped him.

"Oh, sorry" Peter said "i... i just..."

"Did you kissed her once?" Gamora asked.

"A lot of times." was his answer "In fact..."

"Did you ever make love to her?" she asked.

It took Peter by surprise. He really didn't expect that question from her so he blushed and bent his head.

"Yes" he whispered.

"How it was?"

"Well... i can't remember how it happened but i remember it felt amazing for both."

"Do you think you can show me?"

"What?" Peter was confused "Are you sure you want that? I mean, it not like i don't want but..."

"Peter i will come back tomorrow and you said we'd probably never see each other again. I told you i wanted to know everything."

Both stared into each other's eyes. The tension between them getting bigger and bigger until they couldn't stand it more and their lips crushed into a slow, deep kiss. The taste of her lips felt familiar to Peter, and so the feeling of her skin when he crawled his hands below Gamora's nightgown to touch her and then pulling it from her.

They stopped a few seconds for air as Peter looked at her naked body. Her emerald skin looked as beautiful as he remembered and he could see all the scars he had seen before among with some unknown ones she'd probably got during her time with the ravagers. Gamora didn't waste time and pulled Peter's shirt from him before he placed her sitting over his lap to continue devouring her lips.

But he needed to taste her, so he laid her on the bed and started kissing and licking her neck, wanting to feel her skin and hear her soft gasps. His head went to her breasts and nuzzled between them before taking a jade-colored nipple in his hungry mouth, sucking like a newborn reaching for his mother's milk. Gamora hummed in approval as her hand caressed Peter's hair when he stopped and started to kiss the small scars covering her ribcage, sides, and stomach. He stopped there to softly dip his tongue in her belly button, which made her stifle a soft giggle.

"That tickles." she said.

"I know, sweetheart. I know." he said before lowering his head between her legs.

He looked at her and she nodded, then softly started to lick her folds, relishing with the familiar taste of her nectar. She tasted as sweet as he remembered, and the sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth were like music to his ears.

"Peter please..." she whimpered.

"Please what?

"Please... i want you..." she looked at him, her eyes full of desire and love.

He knew what she wanted, so he took off his pants and positioned himself over her small body to kiss her and caress her skin. She didn't waste time and caressed his back with her hands as she felt his erection against her thighs.

He spread her legs softly and lined the tip of his member against her entrance.

"It it hurts just tell me and i'll stop." he adviced.

"You will need more than that to hurt me" she said with a smile.

Peter smirked. Yeah, that was his Gamora.

He entered her softly. She sighed in approval at the sensation until Peter went inside a little bit more rough. That was when she hissed and he was alarmed.

"You okay?" he asked in a worried tone "Please tell me if you're okay."

"I'm okay Peter. It was nothing."

"I had to ask anyway." he said as he started to move inside her body. Gamora placed her legs around Peter's waist and caught his lips in a heated kiss. That was when he lost control.

He couldn't think about anything but her as he made love to her. He had been so lonely since he came back from the blip and now he was so happy to be again with her, kissing her lips, caressing her skin, showing his love for her in the most sweet and intimate way. Despite anything he will always love her and he didn't care about anything beside her as he felt that passion like the first time they became one.

He kissed her deeply again as he climaxed. She let out a sweet moan from her mouth as he collapsed beside her in the bed.

She curled against his chest, feeling his heart beating.

"You don't know how much i'm going to miss you after this." Peter confessed, feeling a little bit blue "I hope you remember me when you look at the necklace."

"And if you come with me?" Gamora asked.

"You want that? I mean, i've spent a lot of time awy from my homeworld and... well, she would have loved if i decided to be here for a while."

She smiled softly.

"Then i will stay until you feel ready." she decided.

"What?" Peter couldn't believe it "Are you sure about that?"

"During this time i discovered why i fell in love with you. You're kind, you loved me more than anything and treated me so good despite what people could say about me. I don't wanna leave that, no matter whatever happened back then."

From Peter's eyes were falling tears of joy. He couldn't believe what he was being told. He thought he could never get another chance with Gamora... and now she was here telling him she wanted to be with him. This couldn't make him feel happier.

"So, stay all you want." he said hugging her "when we're ready, we will come back"

"Right" she said closing her eyes and falling asleep.

"Goodnight, Mora..." Peter whispered as he closed his eyes, still feeling that happiness he now had come back with him.

THE END

[justagalwhowrites]

Ooh she’s back!! ☺️ I hope you had a fun and relaxing vacay!

So thinking about any future characters you’d write for and work you have/haven't seen, what about Ezra? I was sincerely pleased by how much I liked Prospect. I don’t usually go for scifi but the lower budget look of the thing really appealed to me. I don’t even know if it was intentional, but I loved how all the ships/equipment looked kinda normal? Like mechanical in a way we’d understand and not just scifi deus ex machina. Plus Ezra is cute af. And I love Sophie Thatcher. I haven’t seen The Bubble, Kingsmen, or The Great Wall. I think they might put me off a bit but I love his clips.

Also, I would love to know your names for Doc & Bambi (and NIT if she has one). Reader inserts don’t really work on me so I actually like a look/name 😃

Hi Bestie!!!

I am, indeed, back!

My vacation was LOVELY. I got to see some of my oldest friends, experienced some very cool art installations, went wine tasting, ate great food. I just got to love on some of my favorite people and it was the best! I just wrote almost nothing at all. Like fuck all. Like 2,000 words. That's it. I'm lame.

I really want to write for Ezra! I just haven't had something come out and grab me yet as a story idea or a character thought, either? But I do fully intend to write for him. I'm a sucker for sci-fi. It's one of my first loves and exploring worlds outside our own is so much fun. That's probably why my first fic was Mando, the Star Wars universe has had me in a chokehold for like 27 years! Prospect is definitely on the list. I just need to think a bit harder!

As far as character names go, they're below the cut! Please know these might be true for me but I don't consider them canon. Their names are whatever you want them to be! But yeah, I know just about everything about my characters lol most of it doesn't end up in the story but I like knowing it, the names are just a part of that :)

Names :D Here are the character names and why they're called what they're called!

Doc - Rachel Elizabeth Evans. Rachel is also her grandmother's first name and Elizabeth is a family middle name. Evans is her mom's last name. Joel and Tommy frequently called her Rach before they really fell into the whole Kid thing but Joel tried to use her real, full first name around Sarah to make sure Sarah was respectful and used the name Rachel.

Bambi - Ophelia Marie Brooks. Bambi's mom DESPERATELY wanted a hyper feminine and refined sounding name for her only daughter, something that she felt would make her sound like a true southern belle. Of course, Bambi had other ideas. So yeah, she was getting announced at rodeos as Ophelia Brooks before getting yeeted off a horse lmfao Weirdly, Bambi was pretty cool with her name. She liked that it wasn't the same as anyone else's she was in school with because she didn't feel much connection to any of those people. It gave her some room to find her own identity because she didn't know another Ophelia. Richie called her Lili when he was little and couldn't say Ophelia and her pet name as a girl was Ladybug when she was really small (and forever for her mother) and that just became Bug when it became clear that there wasn't much ladylike about Bambi.

Beautiful - Chloe Renee Myers. Not too much of a story behind this name! Renee is a family middle name and Chloe was just the name that her mom liked when she was a teenager and pregnant. Myers is her dad's last name, something Beautiful is not thrilled about. She is very much looking forward to taking the name Miller! She's also kind of happy that she's going to keep the same initials because she bought herself a monogrammed necklace as a treat your self thing when she finished college and she's like "oh sweet, that's still going to be accurate!"

If you read the names, I'm dying to know if you think they fit the characters or think they're way off base or if you had something else in mind.

Thanks for reading!! Love you!!!!

[fics-n-stuff-n-stuff]

Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia

Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser

Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox

all fairy tail characters basically -

Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic

Follows Fairy tail but with my own twists set in modern day / Fluff and Angst / Romance/ Friendship / developing feelings / Lucy has new spirits I checked constellations and gave her ones I thought were cool

Summary

Lucy is thrown into a world she didn’t know existed. Join her as she unravels this new world full of magic that brings adventure, romance and destruction along with it.

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Just a modern re-telling of Fairy tail following its arcs with a few twists and turns along the way💞

You can also read it here

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Chapter 13

Lucy can't remember the last time she spent Christmas surrounded by so much joy, love, and a sense of comradery, probably not since her mother's passing.

She almost didn't want the celebrations to end.

The Christmas party itself lasted for only two days, which was substantially less than Fairy Tail's usual festivities.

But she remembers Levy and Lisanna telling her that they usually go all out for New Year's, and keep Christmas a short and intimate affair.

Short and intimate her ass. They really were a crazy bunch.

Lucy looked down at her hands in her lap, where her right hand was subconsciously tracing the golden bracelet clasped around her left wrist.

Her gift from Natsu.

And not the only gift he'd gotten her.

The present exchange happened on the second day of the celebration when the guild was feeling a bit more sober.

Everyone loved the gifts she had picked out for them.

Erza was impressed by her choice of weapon and said she looked forward to using it in battle. Which made Lucy both happy and a little worried that she actually might try and kill Natsu with it.

Happy seemed more than content with the fish cake she managed to find for him. It was a literal fish cake. Like salmon and rainbow fish arranged as a cake.

Lucy found it a bit gross, but the fur ball loved it, so who was she to judge?

Gray did not find her present as funny as everyone else did, but at least he liked the clothes she bought for him.

Wendy was moved to tears when she opened Lucy's present.

She bawled her eyes out even more when Lucy mentioned to the bluenette that she had written down the herbs and plants Wendy was looking for so she could get them for the younger girl.

Lisanna was also emotional about her present, the take-over mage was moved by the gesture and declared that this was her new favorite set of winter wear.

Mirajane loved the necklace, but her reaction to the pendant attached, and the power behind the necklace was similar to Natsu's. And when Lucy asked about it, the older girl just waved her off and told her she hadn't met everyone in Fairy Tail yet.

Apparently, she'll understand when she does.

Lucy was surprised when she saw tags with her name on them under the tree, she wasn't expecting anyone to get her anything.

There was a voucher for an all-day spa, that she got from Erza and Gray, Lisanna and Mira got her some home utilities she had mentioned needing for her apartment, and Levy got her the same set of books that Lucy had bought for her.

They laughed about it when they realized, and then promised to read the first book in the series and talk about it after the New Year party when things calm down a bit in the guild. Not that Fairy Tail ever truly calms down.

Her complete shock came from Natsu's present.

When Lucy opened his first gift she found a beautiful ruby bracelet inside a box. She fell in love with it the moment she laid eyes on it and found it funny how they both got each other a gold piece of jewelry with rubies.

But that wasn't what shocked her.

Natsu's second present turned out to be Libra, keeper of the Heavenly Scales.

One of the 12 zodiac keys.

He was very excited to give it to her, bouncing on the heel of his feet as he watched her open the gift.

She was taken aback as to how he managed to find it, and Natsu explained how Igneel had it in his hoard, and that the dragon was adamant for him to take the key for his own collection.

Lucy's head went spinning at all the information.

Natsu has a hoard of gold? And he's sharing a part of it with her, is that where he got her bracelet? Does Wendy have one as well?

Along with the implications of Igneel having one of her mother's keys. They must have known each other, must have been friends if her mother left a key in his possessions.

The more time Lucy spent in the Magic world, the more she realized that she never really knew her mother.

Her hand went to clutch the key ring on her hip, counting her spirits in order to calm herself.

Aquarius, Grampa Crux, Virgo, Cancer, Scutum, Libra.

She went back and forth, fidgeting them between her fingers.

"Attention Passengers, this is your captain speaking. We will start our descent to Crocus momentarily, please remain seated and do not remove your seatbelts until the sign is off. Thank you for flying with us, and have a lovely afternoon."

The announcement made her jerk back from her thoughts and she moved to look out the window.

Lucy hasn't stepped foot anywhere near Crocus in a long time. She almost didn't know how to feel.

The rage towards her father was still very much present, but the nostalgia of home was creeping in as she looked down at the Capital of Fiore.

As the plane landed, she made her way to the terminal and out of the airport.

Lucy didn't bring anything with her besides her whip and keys, leaving even her phone at home. Not wanting any distractions and not seeing the point of packing for a one-day trip.

Her plan was to go and confront her father, and be back in the guild before anyone noticed she was gone.

Well, Natsu will notice, but she left a message for him explaining where she was going, and asking him to give her two days. So he'll hopefully stay put and wait for her.

'That's a reasonable expectation for that hot head.' She scoffed at the thought.

Honestly, she didn't know what Natsu would do once he found out.

Something tells her that her partner might hate her father even more than she does, with any luck, the Master or Erza will restrain him and give her the time she asked for.

Filled with determination, Lucy hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address for the Heartfilia mansion.

Ignoring the questioning look from the man in the rearview mirror, Lucy sat back and went over the speech she was going to give her father.

She had plenty of time to think and prepare, given that the Heartfilia estate was located outside of town, and with her landing just before rush hour, it would take them some time to arrive.

'I hope he can forgive me.' Lucy thought to herself as she started to fidget with her bracelet. Natsu would understand her reasoning, but will he forgive her for not telling him beforehand?

She just felt like she needed to do this alone.

It was her problem. Her father.

If Lucy had told him she was leaving, he wouldn't have given her the choice of doing it alone, and she couldn't have that.

Her Father and Natsu being in the same room would probably end up with someone charred or in prison, or both.

No, it was better this way.

Lucy watched the busy city streets turn into a country landscape as they left the city limits and made their way to her former Prison.

She could feel the adrenaline start to kick in as the estate started to be visible. All the memories she repressed, and the ones she hadn't came crashing the nearer they got, leaving Lucy with an array of conflicting emotions.

'Maybe I should've got Natsu to come with me.' She thought as the cab stopped in front of the gates, the mansion looming over them.

"Here we are miss, that will be 700 jewel." The driver said, and Lucy handed him the amount before exiting the car.

She took a deep breath, hoping to calm her beating heart, before taking determined steps towards the gate, her hand moving to ring the intercom.

"Heartfilia residence, how may I help you?" Spetto's voice echoed through the box after a few seconds, and Lucy felt her heart clench at the familiarity of it.

"This is Lucy Heartfilia, here to see her father. I hear he's been looking for me." Her voice was impassive as the words left her mouth.

She heard the older woman gasp over the coms, her voice shaky as she answered. "Oh, my lady! We've all been worried sick!"

There was a buzz, and the gate slowly started opening.

'This is it.' Lucy thought to herself.

Taking a deep breath, she held her shoulders back and head high as she made her way to the house.

* ********* ********** ********** ********* *

Lucy grimaced as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Her father sent her right to her room the moment he found out she was back. Like she was some kind of petulant child in need of a time-out.

Not even bothering to see her, he sent the staff to fetch her 'proper' clothes to change into.

Lucy had no problem playing dress up if it meant access to her father.

The dress was tight, and constricting her movements, it was pink and fluffy, and while Lucy didn't have anything against pink, or fluffy, being here and having her father ordering her around was her worst nightmare.

She didn't even have a place to put her keys or whip!

Looking at her reflection once more, she narrowed her eyes at the dress, willing it to catch fire spontaneously. 'I really should've brought Natsu with me.'

Huffing the thought away Lucy decided to put the keys in her cleavage and wrap the whip around her thigh.

Figuring that was her safest bet and hoping it wouldn't come to the point where she had to use either of them.

When she finished concealing her weapons, Lucy took a moment to look around her old room.

It was bigger than her apartment back home.

It's funny to think how she never missed this place. Some of the staff? Absolutely. But her father, the home itself, and the luxuries of this lifestyle?

Not once.

The room remained unchanged in the years she was gone, and it looked like it was still regularly cleaned. The closet has been updated to fit her, and it seems like she never even left.

Lucy laughed at the thought.

If he thinks of her as the same feeble and scared girl that left, he has another thing coming.

There was a knock on the door, followed by Spetto's voice.

"His Grace is ready for you My Lady." The words came out somewhat shaky, and Lucy felt her anger intensify, knowing her father frightened the older woman.

She walked over to the door, with all the poise and posture one would expect from a Duchess, and opened the door.

Spetto looked her over and her eyes started welling up with tears. "You look more like her every day." The words were whispered, but Lucy managed to make them out.

Her heart clenched at the thought of her mother.

She moved to embrace the older woman, holding her tight. "Don't you worry Spetto, everything's going to turn out fine." They let go of each other after a few moments, and Spetto moved to wipe her tears.

"Let's not keep your father waiting. He seemed very eager to speak with you."

Lucy's stomach tightened at her words and she balled her fists at her sides. "Oh, I am even more eager to speak with him. I'm sure he's in for a very rude awakening." She said with a humorless laugh.

Spetto looked back at her with a strange, almost knowing look before stopping in front of her father's office door.

Before the woman could move to knock, Lucy turned the door knob herself and walked in, not bothering to greet her father, she turned back to the older woman and gave her a kind smile.

"Thank you for escorting me, Spetto. I'll take it from here." She saw the fear in the older woman's eyes as she closed the door, and Lucy only shot her a wink.

"What is the meaning of this?" Her father's voice made her turn around and finally look at him.

And there he was, sitting behind his desk in one of his pristine suits, papers surrounding him and a glass of whiskey to his right, acting like he hadn't haunted her every step for the last two years.

Like he didn't send a psycho guild after his own blood.

Taking a deep breath she leveled him with her best glare. "Hello, Jude, it's been a while." Lucy ignored his outburst and moved slowly toward the chair in front of his desk, not breaking eye contact as she did. "I have some questions for you."

He moved back into his chair, his brows furrowing in anger at her words."How dare you talk to me like that you-" Lucy raised her hand, stopping his sentence. "It is not your turn to talk. I said I have questions, and I will talk to you however I like, for you are nothing but a pathetic excuse of a parent."

Her voice remained impassive with every step, and she felt proud of herself for keeping her composure when in reality she felt like she was going to vomit.

Her father stared back at her with a stunned expression, as if at a loss for words.

Smirking she continued talking.

"Now let me ask you this, Father, how long did you think you could hide my magical heritage from me?" That seemed to have rocked Jude enough to narrow his eyes at her.

Lucy sat in the chair, legs crossed and arms on each side, raising an eyebrow at him in question.

"What you are is an abomination! I begged your mother to abort you, but she wouldn't have it. I could take her being one of them, but it was magic that killed her, and I will be damned if any child of mine follows that path." Her father raged at her, his voice rising with every word, fist hitting the desk, making everything rattle.

She rolled her eyes at his outburst, knowing he was lying.

Her mother would have never stayed with him if he did that. But she knew his words to be true to the way he felt, and she could not care less.

His opinion of her stopped mattering a long time ago.

"That is not what I asked you. I don't care for your stories or threats, did you really think you could just marry me off and keep me in the dark forever? Did you think I would never find out?" She asked him, voice rising an octave by the end of her sentence and she took a breath to calm herself.

"Mother would hate you for how you have treated me since her death, and how you continue to treat me still." Lucy hissed back at him, moving to stand as she continued.

"I hope you are aware of how revolted she would be by your actions." Her chest was heaving as she said those words, and she watched with satisfaction at the expressions on her father's face shift from rage, to horrified and melancholy, and then back to rage.

"But that is not why I am here today." Lucy said calmly this time, again before he could get a word in.

"I am here to warn you never to come after my family again. This is your only warning, your grace, come after me or Fairy Tail again and I won't be coming to talk next time." She spoke with determination, hoping to get her point across.

Jude started at her in disbelief, he was still sitting behind his desk, fists clutched on the wood.

"You are a stupid, little girl. What did you think was going to happen when you came here and gave me that little speech? Did you think I was going to accept your terms and let you leave?" He laughed as he stood from his chair.

"You are engaged to be wed, the ceremony will take place a week from now. This matter has been settled." He walked around the desk as he spoke.

"I have let you have your fun, but now it's time to grow up. So be a good girl and go to your room, or do I have to lock you in the cellar like old times?" Jude slowly pranced over to where Lucy was standing, trying to intimidate and scare her with his body language and words.

Scoffing at his actions, Lucy went to retrieve her whip, unfurling it with a crack.

"You are heavily mistaken, I am a Fairy Tail Mage Father, and I did not come here to be married. You truly are a fool." Lucy told him as she charged the whip with her magic, and moved her hand to wrap it around his waist, leaving the stunned man immobile with her attack.

Drawing closer to him she got into his personal space. "I am not the one who should be afraid here. You took my memories, my powers, my freedom. And you tried to take away my friends." She finally saw the fear settling on her father's face and snarled at him.

"Are you finally getting it? I am not staying here, you are not marrying me off to someone I do not know, and most importantly." Her glare was sharp, and she twisted her whip to hold him tighter as she spoke her next words. "You will never come after me or my friends again. Or there will be consequences, and next time, I'm not coming alone." Lucy threatened him as she released him from the whip's hold, causing him to stumble to the ground.

"Now, do we have an agreement, father?" Lucy asked with a small smirk, watching Jude try and fail to compose himself as she wrapped the whip around her right wrist.

"We do." He said through grit teeth as he stood up.

"Wonderful, I will be leaving within the hour. I have some things I would like to take with me. I do not want to see you while I'm here, so stay here and do not leave until I do." Lucy told him as she retreated out of his office.

As she went to close the door, she turned to him once more, eyes sharp. "And If I hear you have taken out your anger on one of the staff, I will send someone to return the favor. Tenfold."

Lucy closed the doors, leaving her father behind.

She took a few steps before her knees started to shake, the adrenaline was slowly leaving her body and Lucy started laughing hysterically.

She couldn't believe that worked. Her father agreed to her terms!

And Lucy had scared him!

That made her smile. Natsu would be proud, Erza too.

Getting her footing back, Lucy made her way back to her old room, wanting to change into something less constricting and collect some memorabilia from her mother that she left behind the last time.

"Miss Lucy." She heard Spetto enter her room with a knock as she was packing her things.

"Spetto, I'm sorry for leaving like I did, but he gave me no choice. I didn't mean to worry any of you. And I wanted to write, but I was afraid." Lucy cried as she went to embrace the old woman.

"There, there child. There is no need for tears, you are here now, and I know you're not staying but I am glad to know you are safe and healthy." Spetto hugged her and combed through her hair like she did when Lucy was a little girl.

"I am happy Spetto, I found a wonderful home, and have wonderful people surrounding me." Lucy told the woman as she moved from her arms.

"I can see that my child, and it fills my heart with joy. Your mother wanted nothing but happiness for you."

More tears welled in Lucy's eyes at the woman's words and she brushed them off as they fell.

"I like to think that she would be proud of me." She whispered.

"I know she is." Spetto answered her and Lucy smiled at her. "Thank you, for everything. You are like the grandmother I never had. Please write to me, all of you."

There was a hesitant look on Spetto's face at her words and Lucy clenched her fists, feeling the want to go back and hurt her father for his behavior.

"Don't worry about him. We have an agreement, please promise me you will write!"

"I will write to you Lady Lucy, I promise."

Lucy smiled at the woman before turning back to pack the rest of her things. "I do have something to give you, your mother entrusted me with this."

Lucy turned to see Spetto handing her an ornate box, similar to the ones she got from Makarov and Lucian.

Lucy's heart skipped a beat. 'Could it be?'

"I suggested not opening it here. Wait until you get home." The older woman advised her, and Lucy took the box from her and carefully placed it into the bag she had packed for herself.

"Thank you, Spetto, I hope to see you again soon. Maybe you can come and visit me in Magnolia?" Lucy asked her and the older woman blanched at her proposal.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly!" She started sputtering but Lucy just waved her off with a laugh. "Nonsense, we'll be in touch!"

Lucy slung the bag around her shoulder and went to hug Spetto one last time. "It was really good to see you."

She made her way through the house and to the back gardens, where her mother's grave was.

Who knows if she'll ever be back here, and she wanted to talk to her mom.

She approached the stone sitting in the middle of the small garden, surrounded by her mother's favorite flowers.

There was a bench next to it and Lucy sat on it, facing the grave.

"Hi, Mom." Lucy started hesitantly. "I know it's been a while since I've been here. But I know you understand why." She moved to pick one of the flowers, twirling it in her hands as she gazed around the garden.

"I wish I could talk to you because I have so many questions." She took a deep breath before continuing.

"I know Dad took my memories, and even with them back, the only thing I remember is the spirits themselves. Why didn't you ever tell me about any of this?" There were tears in her eyes at this point, and she moved to wipe them away.

"I met a few of your friends since I learned about magic." She chuckled and moved to caress her guild mark. "I joined Fairy Tail. Makarov is master now and it is such a wonderful place mom, I wish you had told me about your guild. Maybe I'll go and visit it someday."

Lucy smiled at that thought, maybe she could take Natsu and Happy with her, they could take a job near the guild and maybe someone there knew her mother when she was a member.

"I wish you were here to tell me about our magic. It seems everywhere I try to look I find more questions than answers." Lucy sighed, moving to fix the hair falling in front of her eyes.

"I didn't even know that Heartfilia wasn't Dad's last name, but yours! And from what I've gathered it's linked to a magical clan of spirit summoners that all got killed by an evil mage. I just have so many questions, and none of the spirits are offering any answers."

Lucy thought about how she tried to broach the conversation with all of her spirits about her heritage and the things that Scutum hinted at.

Some of them just bluntly told her they couldn't talk about it, i.e. Aquarius and Virgo. While others were either evasive or stubbornly vague and all-around unhelpful.

It was frustrating, she wanted answers dammit!

Shaking herself from her thoughts, Lucy turned to look at the grave in the center of the small garden and sighed, she needed to go.

"I should be heading back, Natsu is probably worried, I left my phone at home so I didn't have any distractions. I'm sure he's going to be pretty pissed." She sighed at that thought as she stood up placing a kiss on her fingers and touching the stone, placing the flower on top of it.

"Bye, mom."

Lucy made her way to the front gates feeling like her steps were lighter than ever. She confronted her nightmare, reunited with Spetto, and got to talk with her mom, it was an all-around success.

'The trip went better than planned.' Lucy smiled at the thought as she went through the gate, turning to watch it close behind her.

It was finally over.

She was free.

"Lushiiii!" Happy's voice broke through the silence making Lucy turn around and gasp at the sight in front of her.

Happy was zooming towards her fast, Erza, Gray, and Natsu hot on his heels.

The exceed plunged into her chest and hugged her tightly. "Why did you leave us Lushi?" He cried up at her and Lucy looked down at him in confusion.

"What are you-"

"Lucy! What is going on? We were worried about you!" She froze at the sound of Erza's voice and lifted her head to look at the trio approaching her.

Erza and Gray in the front, Natsu in the back.

'Uh-oh, this is not good.' A silent Natsu is a pissed Natsu.

She watched as they all stopped a few meters from her, and she could see the worry on their faces.

"I'm sorry guys, I needed to come here and do this alone. I left a message with Natsu, explaining everything and asking you guys to give me 48 hours before coming to look for me, didn't he tell you?" Lucy asked them confused.

"How did you find me anyway? And how did you get here so fast, don't tell me you portaled!"

Erza's expression turned dark at her words and she turned to look at Natsu, one of her eyes twitching. "He never mentioned anything like that, he just said that you were gone and he was sure your father kidnapped you."

The redhead's words were directed towards Lucy, but she growled them while glaring at Natsu.

Said pink-haired idiot just stood there, looking nonchalant and pissed at the same time, his hands behind his head as he shrugged.

"I just had a bad feeling about Lucy going alone, and I knew if I told you her message you wouldn't let me go after her!" He argued, and Lucy saw a vein pop on Erza's forehead.

"You know better than to think!" She moved to hit him on the head, and he went flying back. "That'll teach him." Erza muttered before turning back to Lucy and bowing.

"I apologize for our blunder, we were just all worried and when Master heard you were missing he sent us out to find you."

Lucy felt terrible at Erza's admission and moved to grab the girl and help her stand straight. "No, don't apologize. I'm sorry for leaving like that. I needed to confront him and let him know he could not get away with attacking my friends, and I needed to do it alone."

She emphasized the last part and turned to look back at Natsu who was still ignoring her as he got back on his feet, rubbing his head and adjusting his scarf.

"I had a feeling that if I told any of you I was leaving you wouldn't let me go on my own. I apologize for that. I didn't think you would notice I was gone, it was only supposed to be for one day." Lucy told them her reasoning.

There was a scoff from Natsu at her words, making her turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow, urging him to share his thoughts.

"Don't be stupid, of course we noticed! Your barstool was empty when I got in this morning." Gary answered instead, and Lucy turned to look at the half-naked man.

When did he lose his shirt?

She looked back and forth between him, Erza and Natsu, and then down at Happy who was still in her arms.

The exceed nodded his head at her, and Lucy was stunned.

She honestly didn't think anyone besides Natsu would notice she was gone for the day. It was going to take some time to get used to the fact that there were people who cared about her well-being.

"We got Levy to locate where the Heartfilia estate was the moment Natsu came barging in shouting about your disappearance." Erza told her, sending her a smile.

"You guys, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry for worrying everyone." Lucy was holding back her tears, not wanting to cry anymore today. But knowing she had people who would miss her if she were to leave was enough for her eyes to water.

"Just don't pull something like this again." Erza told her sternly, and Lucy nodded her head. "I won't."

"Good, now let's get back to the portal so everyone can relax and know you're safe." Gray chimed in as he made his way back to where they came from.

Erza followed behind him after a few seconds of looking between Lucy and Natsu.

The redhead shot Lucy a smile and a wink, making the blonde blush, before going after Gary.

There was a moment of silence before Happy wiggled out of her hands and dropped to the ground, landing on his feet. "Well, I'm gonna go and make sure they don't get lost." He mumbled as he left the two of them alone.

Natsu was turned to the side not looking at her, his hands crossed over his torso, chin buried in his scarf as he continued to ignore her.

"Are you not going to say anything?" Lucy asked the pouting drakon after a few more silent moments.

There was a huff, and he turned to look at her. "I don't know what ya want me to say."

"Look, I didn't mean to leave without a word, well okay I did." He shot her a look and she wanted to facepalm at her stupidity. "It's not like that, I just knew that if I told you, you wouldn't have let me come alone." Lucy moved closer to him as she tried to explain, moving her hands so that they were gripping his shoulders.

"I thought about bringing you, but I felt like it wasn't a good idea to have you and my dad in the same house. And I felt like I needed to do this alone." He opened his mouth, and she moved her hand to cover it, knowing what he was going to say.

"I know I don't have to do it alone. And going forward I don't want to do anything like that alone, but this was my battle to finish. I need you to understand that it had nothing to do with our friendship, partnership, or the trust I have in you."

Lucy let the hand fall from his mouth and looked straight into his eyes as she finished her proclamation. Hoping he would understand, and forgive her.

There was a tense moment of silence between them, a moment where they started each other down, neither willing to back out.

Lucy's heart was beating erratically as she waited for Natsu to say something, anything.

Instead of words, he chose action, which shouldn't have surprised Lucy as much as it did.

One second they were having an intense staring contest, and the next Natsu's forehead was bumping against hers and she felt his breath fan over her face as he let out a laugh.

"I forgive ya, ya weirdo. I was just scared when I saw you were gone and then bummed because I thought you didn't trust me. But I know better now." He smiled down at her and Lucy's heart clenched at his words.

"I trust you more than anyone." She mumbled smiling shyly at her admission.

Natsu's hands wrapped around her waist and he went to pull her into a hug when a voice brought them back to reality.

"Oy, lovebirds, come on we don't have all day!" Gray's voice cut their moment short, making Natsu let go of Lucy, who was blushing like a cherry at the ice mage's words.

"Fuck off, stripper!" Natsu shouted back at him, shooting a glare in his direction before turning to offer Lucy his hand.

"Let's go, everyone in the guild is worried sick." He pulled her into a run the moment her hand entwined with his making Lucy giggle as they made their way towards their friends.

"And whose fault is that? I told you to wait 48 hours!" Lucy shot back playfully.

"Hey! You're the one who ran off without bringing her phone to confront the man who almost got you killed!" He argued back and Lucy heard their onlookers laugh at their argument.

"He's got you there Lucy!" Happy chimed in with a laugh, and Lucy joined in their hysterics.

Looking around at all of her friends, she felt glad they were here with her. It was nice having someone to laugh with after all of that.

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Juniper pouted at him, running a hand through her hair.

"Its too hot."

He grinned, teeth running down her neck, licking at the sweat between her breasts.

"I don't think I ever enjoyed the heat as much as I do now Juniper."

She arched into his touch, pulling at his neck to drag him on top of her. He held her wrists down, gazing down at her.

He had made a Mating Den when he'd been young, the urge hadn't left him alone and he'd had to built one. He never used it, nor had taken Dianna to it.

Perhaps that's why she couldn't stand the more formal manor he'd built. That had Dianna's scent all over it. His hands slid up her arms, running up her neck.

"She will be delt with, Seraphine gave me a brilliant idea to keep her useful but far from us."

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Seraphine bit her lip and looked to Estelle and then back to Persephone who smirked into her drink. Seraphine bit back a sigh, if Estelle insisted on knowing, fine.

She leaned back in her chair, looking to Leesan at the window.

"Do you have ties to Hewn?"

Leesan eyes narrowed and he shook his head.

"No. Why? Should I?"

"I convinced Kaden to sell the Turned to Hewn. She'll be sent to the fighting pits and make him a pretty penny. I think her sister will be sent as a healer or something. Any unmated males you have could have fun there. Tersa, is always looking for new blood."

Leesan snorted and looked back to the window.

"I thought Juniper would have killed her already."

"Dianna is apparently a good asset, if I wasn't loyal I would have bought her myself."

She looked to Estelle and then to Persephone, moonstone earrings shinning as she leaned over to grab her wine glass.

"Have you gone to Hewn yet?"

Persephone shook her head, seemingly non-pullsed that a female she'd never met, who had probably not done anything wrong was being discarded so easily.

Leesan had worked hard not to Mask around Estelle, she loved him. She chose him when he'd been at his worst - he would honor her choice.

"Is the sister Turned? Or Valg?"

"Valg I believe."

Seraphine said watching Leesan step toward them. He sat on the arm of Estelle's chair.

"If Rhys has a Caritas Orb we could have actually made this interesting. Fighting her own Fated? I would have placed money on it."

Seraphine threw her head back and laughed, teeth flashing. The moonlight highlighting the long collumn of her throat and the necklace of Ivory encased bones around it.

//We have a name for the fated mate orb thing. Caritas means Love in Latin! For Estelle and Rhys. Mostly Estelle//

Was she wrong to insist on being informed? Did they think her some fragile flower who would turn on them because she didn’t like something? Estelle looked towards her twin, trying to get a read of the situation. She had thought she had made progress with Seraphine, that their relationship was good.

She glanced towards Leesan when the question was asked of him. Then it all made sense, it really was because they thought she would not approve of their actions, right? Her jaw tightened slightly, tampering her annoyance as she looked back towards the two whom she was sitting near.

Her mother had not raised her to be squeamish or docile, Day was not the pinnacle of morality as they accepted sometimes hard choices had to be made for the betterment of everyone. She had manned her own soldiers long enough to know that life wasn’t fair.

Wasn’t that similar to the Dens? Leesan had been teaching her, explaining that sometimes it was the betterment of the Den they had to consider. That sometimes you had to do things which seemed downright wicked.

“You’ll get used to it Elle.” Rhysand spoke as he put a hand on her shoulder. He smiled before she moved to make his way to Seraphine’s side, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He knew the curious mind of his cousin. He also knew Seraphine’s apprehension. She seemed to have bonded better with Persephone than Estelle, which saddened him a little because he was closer with the latter, but he was glad she was trying.

When the question of going to Hewn was asked, Estelle shook her head. “It’s one of the few places I have not visited.” She responded honestly. She felt an ease come over her when Leesan came to sit on the same of her chair, her hand moved to rest upon his knee as she listened to the conversation between them.

“I don’t like to meddle too much with the fighting pits, I don’t want to be accused of rigging something,” Rhysand admitted with a shrug. “But it would be an interesting match to watch.”

“Would it be meddling if you found the Fates and sent them tho?” Estelle offered. “I mean, it’s not as if finding the Fated would rig the match in the favour of one way.”

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

We don’t, nor do we ever, need to see Eddie’s biological father because we already have his dad. Wayne fucking Munson. (FYI I made myself sad writing this so it may be a bit of an emotional ride oops)

Wayne, who gave Eddie birthday and Christmas money to help him save up for his first ever guitar. Eddie ended up buying a secondhand acoustic guitar from a garage sale and treasured it. His parents didn’t care to pay for him to have lessons, so Wayne would ask one of his friends from work to teach him every now and again. 

Wayne, who, the moment his brother was sent to prison and his sister-in-law abandoned her son, took Eddie in without even a moment of hesitation. He gave him his room in the trailer without thinking twice and bought a camping bed for him to use at night time, making sure he was awake and the bed was put away before Eddie was up and about getting ready for school. 

Wayne, who became his legal guardian after fighting tooth and nail for him because his piece of shit brother wasn’t going to be out of prison any time soon and Eddie’s mom signed away her rights to him because he was ‘too much to handle’ and ‘a burden’. 

Wayne, who picked him up from school after his first fight in middle school and disciplined him but also made sure he was okay and taught him how to throw a punch properly in case he ever needed to defend himself against his bullies again. 

Wayne, who barged into Hawkins Middle when Eddie came home one day battered and bruised because a gang of older kids had beat him up. The bullying didn’t stop, but it became less frequent after he threatened to see the parents of every single child involved in hurting his boy. 

Wayne, who taught Eddie how to shave and even bought him his own shaving kit so they could shave together the first few times until he got the hang of it. He had a few small nicks and cuts on his cheek and jaw because he wasn’t good at it at first, but Wayne applied band aids with little bats and skulls on them and told him how metal he looked. That was when Eddie first started embracing his love of metal music. 

Wayne, who agreed to take Eddie to buy an electric guitar of his own when he saved up enough from this part-time job he had that he wouldn’t tell him about. He could tell from the smell on is clothes he was probably dealing drugs, and he scolded him for it, but he gave up when Eddie insisted he do it to help pay rent and bills until he could get a real job after high school and ‘look after his uncle properly’. He would give him small bits of change here and there that he could afford to spare to help him save up. When he finally had enough, he drove Eddie to the guitar shop himself and let him pick out his favourite one, taking a photo of him holding it and grinning from ear to ear. 

Wayne, who always referred to Eddie as ‘my boy’ and ‘my son’ when talking to his friends and coworkers. One time, Eddie brought him his packed meal he forgot to take with him and Wayne introduced him to everyone, saying “this here is my son, Edward. Best kid I’ve ever known”. Eddie went back to the trailer afterwards and couldn’t stop smiling. 

Wayne, who Eddie occasionally called him Dad by accident but was never corrected by him. To him, Eddie was his son - his boy - and he couldn’t be prouder to be able to call him that. 

Wayne, who fiercely believed in his son’s innocence when everyone accused him of murder and called him every name under the sun. While the cops were trying to arrest him and the townspeople wanted to hurt him, he wanted to find him and hold him in the tightest hug he could give him because he knew he didn’t do it and he needed his son to know that too. 

Wayne, who mourned for his son when Dustin handed him that guitar pick necklace that Eddie treasured so much. He held it so tight he was afraid to crush it or damage it because it was one of the only things he had left of him apart from that photo he took of him buying that electric guitar, which he kept in his wallet to look at and smile at when he was at work. 

Wayne, who still hopes and preys that his boy is out there and somehow survived the earthquake because Eddie is strong and resilient and he won’t rest until he either finds him alive or is able to bury him and give him the send off he deserves. 

Wayne, who was much more of a dad and father figure to Eddie than his biological father could ever dream to be. 

[avenirdelight]

In Every Colour

Marcus Rashford

She doesn’t feel pretty in her new green dress and Marcus tries to assure her that she looks beautiful in everything.

Marcus was ready to go. Black shirt, black leather jacket, black pants, black shoes with gold accents, gold watch, a small silver necklace—he looked perfect. They still had some time before they needed to leave for a party, so he decided to check on some e-mail, as he sat on the bed with his laptop laid in front of him.

But Marcus kept shifting his attention between the laptop screen and the woman standing in front of the mirror across the room. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

She was also ready to go. She’d chosen a green sequin dress tonight. She didn’t normally wear sparkly things, so this was a bit new for Marcus, but he really loved how the dress looked on her. The green colour looked so good on her skin and the shade made her face look fresh and brighter.

But even when Marcus was done reading his e-mail, which took him no more than ten minutes, she was still standing in the same position—eyes still in her own reflection in the mirror as she kept turning around while she kept her hands busy with her dress. Marcus guessed that there was something wrong, because she never spent this long in front of the mirror.

Marcus shut down his laptop and put it back on top of the table beside his bed where it belonged. That was when her voice called; Marcus responded with a questioning hum and raised eyebrows.

“Do we still have five minutes?” she asked.

Marcus glanced at his watch. “Yeah, why?”

“Okay, I’m just gonna–” She said as she began to take off her 3-inch black heels. “I’m gonna change my dress for a minute, I’ll be quick–”

“Wait, what? No, no, no, baby, hang on a second,” Marcus tried to stop her with his words. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, it’s just...” She paused and sighed, looking at her own reflection again. There was a look on her face, but whether it was annoyance or dissatisfaction, Marcus wasn’t sure. “I thought I looked good in this dress but now... I don't like how it really falls, it makes me look ridiculous,” she huffed. “And the colour’s too bright, I’d look like walking bushes.”

“I… Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Marcus gave her half a shrug as he slightly shook his head, walking up to her. When he stopped right behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders. “Babe, you look beautiful. Isn’t this the new dress you’ve been wanting to wear?”

“Yes, but now I don’t even know why I bought it.”

Marcus scanned her reflection on the mirror from head to toe. Her face was perfectly brushed with light makeup, her hair was perfectly done, and the dress hugged her body beautifully. He was one hundred and one percent sure that she looked way more than okay.

“I promise you, you look beautiful,” he assured her. “You look beautiful in everything.”

“Not true.”

“True. Why do you think I married you?”

There was a silence that briefly took over, leaving Marcus’ words hanging in the air. Her eyes darted to Marcus’ eyes in the mirror. He looked away before stepping aside; his hands went to his jacket, making some unnecessary fixes.

“What do you mean?” The mixture of confusion and curiosity was clear in her face. But Marcus didn’t answer so she nudged him, demanding his attention back on her.

He did give her his attention again and she raised her eyebrows at him, silently asking him to speak up. He sighed before reaching for her hand. Curiosity was building up on her as he walked both of them to the bed. He sat himself down. Her hands found their way to circle around his neck as she stood in between his legs.

“When I was a kid, I went to David’s birthday party. You know my cousin David,” he began as he looked up at her and she nodded. “Aunt Gina, his mum, wore this shimmery yellow dress. He hated the dress and made a comment about it.”

She slightly furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why Marcus was suddenly telling her a childhood story, in a more serious tone. She didn’t know where it was going but she was listening very carefully, as she felt Marcus’s hands travelled to her waist and stayed there.

“And Uncle Daniel heard it. Uncle Dan said that she looked beautiful but David couldn’t agree. After a little debate between them, Uncle Dan said…” Marcus paused as he stared at her, making sure that she was all ears. Taking a small intake of breath, he continued, “‘When you’re older, find someone who looks beautiful in everything she wears. When you don’t like yellow but she makes you think that yellow is the prettiest colour in the world, she’s the one.’”

She bit her lower lip. She wasn’t sure why her heart started to race, but she had never heard about this story before, and it was definitely touching her.

“I don’t know why but those words just stuck with me. And when I met you, I got to figure out what he meant.” A subtle smile had made its way to his face. “You wore green on our third date. You know I hate green. But you looked incredibly gorgeous that night, so cute in your green blouse, and since then, I love green.”

She was clearly getting a little bit emotional. Her eyes said it all—they were getting sweaty with tears. She briefly looked up and blinked her eyes a few times, trying to shake the tears away, before meeting Marcus’ fond gaze again.

“And I genuinely think that you look so beautiful in this green dress,” Marcus said as he admired her from head to toe. “You’re gorgeous, baby.”

And at that exact moment, she realised that she had married the right person. Marcus, who loved her and would love everything she loved.

Marcus didn’t only love green for her, which was a big deal remembering that he'd let her paint their whole kitchen sage green, but he also loved her even when she couldn’t. Especially at times like this, where she felt insecure of herself, Marcus would always assure her that to him, who was the most important person in her life, she would always be the most beautiful.

“You’ve never told me that story before…” she whispered. “So you knew you were going to marry me on our third date?”

Marcus let out a little chuckle as he pulled her closer by her waist. “Maybe I did. Well, I had never seen someone like you, I knew you’d be special.”

She smiled as she leaned down for a kiss. He loved that her lips tasted like cherry. She giggled after she pulled away, brushing her thumb on his lips to clean her smeared lip gloss off them.

“This dress is okay, but I’m just not feeling comfortable…” she said. Most of the time Marcus’ words would boost her confidence a bit, but even after everything that he’d just told her, she still didn’t feel like she should wear the dress she was wearing now. She didn’t like how it fell around her chest and belly, but she was more worried about how the fabric felt itchy against her skin; she knew she’d be bothered by it for the rest of the night.

“Then maybe you should change. Being comfortable is the most important thing, innit?”

She nodded. “Okay. I just need five minutes, I promise.”

“I’ll wait for you downstairs, okay?”

“Help me zip down my dress first?” she asked as she turned around, lifting up her hair. Marcus stood up, unbuttoned the little diamond button on the back of her neck and zipped the zipper down, exposing her back. Marcus playfully slipped his hand on her shoulder and bent down to place a kiss on her bare shoulder, and the gesture made her giggle.

“I’ll wear red for you tonight,” she turned around again. A playful smile was painted on her face. “Should I just wear that red dress you like?”

“Don’t try to test me now,” Marcus warned. She looked beautiful in everything, but he could never resist her in red—red was the sexiest colour on her, she’d always look so stunning. Marcus wouldn’t be able to take his eyes and hands off her if she wore that dress he liked.

“I may wear red lipstick as well,” she winked as she walked away to the wardrobe.

Marcus bit the bottom of his lips, shaking his head. In anything, she would always look beautiful. He really wouldn’t mind seeing her wear green every day, or any colour that would become her next favourite colour. She looked pretty in every colour and you would always hear him saying that she was the prettiest woman in his eyes.

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[please leave comments and feedbacks? here or on asks, i’d be very happy to read it. thank you!]

this piece was started from  "you look pretty in everything" / "not true" / "true. why do you think i married you?" that randomly popped up in my mind, and i knew i had to write it. was debating whether i have to write it for marcus or for tyrone, but i have a tyrone angst on process so i went with marcus!

that "when you don’t like yellow but she makes you think that yellow is the prettiest colour in the world, she’s the one." was inspired by someone who told their story about them not knowing what their favourite colour was, but since their partner liked yellow, they thought that yellow was the prettiest. it was a pretty viral post, maybe you've seen it going around.

reading that post and writing this piece made me wish i'd find my person soon..........

My Masterlist🤍

[rere-the-writer]

Title- 'To win her back'

A part two to this request

a part three - ????

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Protective Mikaelsons

You were surprisingly happy after a good cry when the Mikaelsons left. You thought over Elijah's words wondering if you could truly forgive them. You stood huffing as Ryan rush to your side worry written over his face.

"You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine I am just tired." You tell him as Ryan smiled softly taking you to bed. Marcel thought it would be a good time to visit you a month after your lovers found you.

"So all that is from them?" Marcel asked taking the cup of tea from you as you sat down looking at the boxes. Since the Originals found you and did as you asked it didn't stop them from sending gifts and things for your baby. Rebekah sent baby clothes, Kol sent toys, Klaus would send paintings he did while Elijah began paying your bills not trusting Ryan to keep you living comfortable.

"Yes. Their way of apologizing, showering me with gifts." You said having not open any of them though you couldn't stop Elijah from paying the bills.

"How is the little guy?"

"Heathly, him and his twin brother." You tell your best friend watching him light up touching your belly smiling.

"Wow twins. That amazing."

"It is....how are they?" You couldn't help but ask as Marcel leaned back thinking how things were back in New Orleans. Things were tense between the Mikaelsons and Hayley as they blamed themselves for you leaving and Hayley was trying to get them to let you go.

"Well they are tensed with Hayley and a little jealous that you let Freya visit." Marcel tells you as you sighed it was true you only allowed Freya to come up to see you so the only way your lovers knew that you were okay was though her and Marcel.

"Tense with Hayley? Why?"

"Well other than blaming themselves for you leaving, they also blame Hayley." Marcel says as you thought over what he said. You knew from what Freya told how they were doing Klaus dosen't really leave his art studio, Rebekah and Kol sleeps in your bedroom and Elijah ignores Hayley spending his time looking though your photo album.

"I see. Well I got a doctor's appointment."

"Right. See you again soon." Marcel said hugging you walking out with you.

"Yeah Mar."

You huffed feeling annoyed seeing dozen red roses on your door and picked the box. You reading the card seeing it was from Kol and you put the roses in a vase while doing so you noticed two empty glasses of wine.

"What the?" You muttered walking seeing pair of women panties that you knew wasn't yours. You realize what was happening as you marched to the the bedroom finding Ryan in bed with his secretary.

"RYAN! Are you fucking kidding me!" You shouted surprising the lawyer and his secretary. You eyes narrowed seeing the gorgeous necklace around the woman's necklace and realized it was one that Rebekah sent as an apology.

"Gifting her my jewelry?!" You shouted at him throwing a picture frame at him as the secretary ylep.

"Baby listen it was an accident."

"An accident?! Get the fuck out of my home and you take my jewelry off!"

"Baby! I'll be out on the street!" Ryan said giving you a puppy dog look as the secretary scrabble to take the jewelry off and got dress. You crossed your arms glaring at Ryan who look pathetic pleading for you to not throw him out.

Elijah was walking down stairs knowing how quiet it was with Klaus up in his art studio, Kol spending all his time with Freya and Rebekah had yet to really leave your bedroom. Hayley came in stopping seeing Elijah and made an attempt to talk to the Original as he had been cold to everyone that wasn't family.

"Elijah, you can't keep ignoring me."

"What do want me to do Hayley? Come running to you? Seek comfort from the one thing that reminds me of the pain I cause to the woman I truly loved?"

"Wow. I hope you say it to her face." Elijah looked up seeing you standing there with a baby sling that held twins. Elijah's breathing hitched finding you just gorgeous dressed in a long sundress hair cut short.

"Y/N?" Elijah whispered finding it hard to believe you were standing there as Rebekah had heard Elijah say your name with Klaus and Kol.

"You guys act like you have seen a ghost." You teased as Rebekah reached you first worried you'll pull away but was glad you let her hug you.

"Are you back for good?"

"I sure hope so because I didn't drive a truck load of stuff for nothing." You said noticing how nervous they were around you as if it was your first night with them all over again.

"You came back to us." Elijah said watching you being lead to the den by Rebekah. They followed after as you frowned noticing the dust on things as you took a good look at your lovers.

Marcel and Freya wasn't kidding when they told you that the others weren't doing well. Each of them looked as if they weren't really feeding, Elijah wasn't dressed in a clean suit, Rebekah looked a bit duller, Klaus looked scruffy with paint on his clothes and Kol was just as dull as Rebekah.

"Well I thought seven months in your mistake was enough." You say sitting down with Rebekah sitting next to you. They looked seeing the twin boys that was asleep.

"So you came back to throw it their faces that you are happier."

"No Hayley. Truthfully I missed you all so I came home it would be unfair to keep Oilver and Henrik from their family." You said as they stared and Elijah swallowed walking over kneeling letting Kol take the other side of you and Klaus stood behind you.

"You named one of our boys after our little brother?"

"Yeah to honor Henrik." You say softly letting them get a better look at the sleeping boys. Hayley crossed her arms staring at you.

"So what hoping to move back in like nothing happened?"

"No. I bought the town house across the street. I forgive them but I am not ready to move back in." You tell Hayley as Oliver woke whining getting your attention. You had Rebekah take a still sleeping Henrik as you fed Oilver.

"How old are they?"

"A month in a half." You answered Kol watching Oliver latch onto you to eat. Elijah was in awe staring at his sons noticed how much Oliver and Henrik looked like him but he was glad they had your nose.

"Baby, as much as we would love for you move back in if there was one thing we learned was. Let you do what you need."

"I am not going to keep the boys from you all unlike some people but I need time before we jump back into this."

"Take all the time you need love. We can wait a thousand years if needed." Klaus says softly rubbing your shoulders. They were happy you let them touch you and was every willing to go as slow as you wanted.

"You want to hold him, Elijah?" You asked when Oilver was done and Kol fix you up. Elijah held his arms out as you placed the wake Oilver in his arms.

"Henrik is smaller than his brother." Rebekah said handing you the sleeping baby as you smiled softly.

"There was a bit of trouble during childbirth. I mean Hen is heathly he'll be fine." You tell them noticing the worry on their faces.

"Are you guys really okay with her just coming back?! After all the pain she put you all in?" Hayley walking in as you stood up getting the twins comfortable in the sling.

"Clearly you guys need to work things out with Hayley. I'll be across the street." You said walking out missing the glares the Mikaelsons gave Hayley. Marcel helped you bring your things inside with Josh and Davina.

"They are cute." Davina said watching over Henrik and Oilver who were wake in baby swings. You smiled opening boxes looking at your boys.

"Yeah they sure got the cute Mikaelson baby genes." You tell Davina as Josh and Marcel brought in the last of the boxes.

"I'm glad you're back. Me and Josh missed you."

"You guys could have visited with Marcel."

"Yeah but someone had to make sure the Mikaelsons take care of themselves."

"Was it really that bad?" You asked looking at them as Davina sighed.

"I am not going to lie to you. Yes it was Y/N, they were a mess. Marcel had to watch over the city."

"Hell they barely let Hayley in the Abattoir unless she was dropping Hope off." Josh tells you as you looked out the window looking across the way staring at the Abattoir.

"Freya never told me how bad it was."

"Because we agreed that you should come back home on your own not because of guilt." Marcel tells you as you looked at them while you were glad that they wanted you to come back on your own. You wished they told you how they really were doing.

Later that evening Klaus stopped by with Elijah and you let them in as they noticed you were in one of Klaus's old shirts and sweatpants.

"Unpacking love?"

"Yeah if you guys didn't send so much I wouldn't be still unpacking." You tease lightly as Klaus smirked while Elijah knelt down in front of the boys. Oliver was reaching for Elijah's hand and he let the boy grab his hand.

"Where is Kol and Rebekah?"

"Getting you dinner." Klaus said moving to help you unpack while Elijah was playing with boys.

"Where is Ryan?"

"Back in New York. Caught him sleeping with his secretary."

"Sorry to hear the love." Klaus says rubbing your back as you chuckled leaning into him.

"It's okay. Ryan wasn't you guys...he didn't have that same warmth."

"We brought food my beautiful righteous Queen." Kol said making you laugh which made the babies laugh. The Mikaelsons were happy to hear your laughter again and this time they were going to do their best to be sure you felt loved as they weren't going to let you go this time.

[lovenona]

ON THE SACRED BONDS OF BROTHERHOOD.

synopsis; choso may be their beloved frat brother, but he’ll always be your brother first. (for the frat au collab.) 

pairing; frat boy! choso x f! reader

contains; stepcest, dubcon (reader is under the influence but having a good time), extensive descriptions of knife play and blood play, marking (choso carves his name into you), oral (f! receiving), borderline yandere/possessive choso (he loves you A Lot), choso goes from mean to Soft, consumption and romanticization of drugs and alcohol, (1) use of ‘angel’, reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns, this is essentially all foreplay and ends before the fucking because i got tired, minors do not interact or perish

word count; 6.5k

the yard outside is clean, well-kept. there’s talk that the house’s landlord is a retired gardener who receives great joy from keeping up the hydrangeas and peonies along the sidewalk. it’s certainly award-winning, that front yard, with its colorful blossoms and plush bees circling the mailbox. 

they’re so lucky, students bemoan on their way to and from class. i can’t believe the frat boys get to live there. i bet they don’t even know how lucky they are.

it’s a seemingly kind house from the outside – recently renovated with navy blue paint and white trimming, a large front porch and a few inviting windows. the place that omega lambda now calls home is, simply put, a dream. it sits just a few minutes from campus and it tells the street proudly, fondly, that there is no better place to be than here.

it’s true, in some respects, that omega lambda likes to see themselves as above the sweat and grime of their fellow frat brothers. they don’t spend their weekends “fucking and drinking” and tracking dirt across the carpet like animals. their fun is calm, refined: to be invited to a night with omega lambda means a night of smoke curling into the air, of gossip over olive-colored couches, of pills under tongues, of ease and relaxation.

it’s slower than the others, they say in the back of monday morning lectures, but no less extreme, no matter what those boys try and tell you.

i think i was tripping for days, the girl from psychology 101 boasted. whatever the fuck yuuji gets is strong. 

such stories amaze you: and even as you stand on the sidewalk outside the perfect blue house, petunias curling inward with the evening breeze, you cannot believe they are real. it’s hard to imagine the face of your beloved stepbrother tied to these antics. it’s hard to imagine that the boy who used to come home every winter and summer with bloodshot eyes and a beat-up skateboard also swore a loyal, unbreakable oath of brotherhood to a band of boys you’ve never met. 

it’s hard to imagine that your own stepbrother, choso, the one who taught you how to ride a bike and how to apply eyeliner and how to kiss without teeth, quite literally runs what has been dubbed the chillest fraternity on campus.

but yet, here you are, new to university, fresh-faced and eager, cowering outside the door of the omega lambda residence. your favorite skirt hovers around your thighs and you tug at the collar of your shirt, fiddle with the charm of the necklace choso gave you for your birthday a few years ago. 

he’d invited you here almost immediately after learning that you and your roommate had tried your hand at partying with beta pi epsilon. naoya is trash, choso’s fervent texts read the next morning. absolute dick – don’t trust him. come hang out with us instead. he’d attached the address of the blue house along with a reminder to have a snack and take some medicine for your godforsaken hangover. 

the message had taken you a little by surprise. choso’s always been sweet to you – doting, even, if you wanted a better word for it – but you hadn’t been sure how he’d handle attending the same university. your other friends all complain that they’d rather die than see their families; twins separate after orientation, brothers and sisters look the other way if they pass each other in the quad. you feared choso would be the same, that the omnipotent attention he gave you at home would completely dissipate the moment you moved into your dorm.

but his text reaffirms you, if anything. and although your roommate had opted to be wined and dined by the boy from calculus this evening, you don’t mind attending alone. her absence from your side only means you will be able to see your stepbrother without a distraction.

the music buzzes through the door as you knock and wring your fingers on the doorstep. should you just walk in? should you text choso and wait for him to fetch you? the ins-and-outs of frat etiquette cloud your mind until the door swings open and you’re met, face-to-face, with a young pink-haired man dangling a blunt from one hand and his phone, opened to his spotify playlist, from the other.

“hi,” you say, words foreign in your throat. “choso invited me?”

“oh, cool,” itadori yuuji says, shrugging his shoulders like he never would have questioned it. “come on in. you can put your shoes over there.” 

while omega lambda is not packed from wall to wall as your night at beta pi epsilon had been, the various couches propped against the walls and surrounding the living room coffee table are nearly packed to the brim with the frat brothers and their guests. the air, hazy with smoke and desire and drinking, shifts and swirls as it curls around purple LED lights before fogging up the windows and disappearing up the stairs. it is warm here, easy, like dropping into the depths of a pleasurable dream.

“there’s drinks in the kitchen,” yuuji is saying, voice thick with his high, “and we’ve got some other stuff on the table, although you’ll have to pay yuuta for those–” 

yuuji’s narration is cut off as a familiar figure crashes into yours, sweeping you into a hug so tight you fear your bones will snap from the pressure. choso smells like the cologne you bought him for his birthday, like fresh laundry and comfort; you breathe him in, deeply, and let yourself relax into the soft cotton of his black t-shirt.

“glad you could make it,” choso mumbles into your skin. he draws back slightly, drinks you in, your little skirt and your dainty socks that he’s always been partial to. he looks from you to yuuji, still vibing to the side with his playlist, and his eyes crinkle in what must be mirth.

“it’s good to see you,” you say. 

“you saw me at lunch with mom last week.” choso smiles, the black line across his nose crinkling when his eyes light up. 

“you get what i mean.” you tap his shoulder, lightly, as emphasis. the anxiety dissolves; it’s you, and him, like it’s always been. it’s your stepbrother choso who watches your shadow and wraps you up to keep the rest of the world at bay. 

but the tender moment is broken when someone, a tall blonde girl with the aura of a lioness, calls out to choso to ask him for assistance. he looks at you, a bit forlorn, before telling yuuji to help you get settled in and making his way to the other end of the living room.

“yes, this way!” yuuji grabs your arm and drags you across the floor like you’ve known each other forever. “i make some fucking good drinks if i do say so myself.” 

which, consequently enough, is how you find yourself losing your mind within the walls of omega lambda. 

it’s not that you’re a virgin to the world of cocktails and lime and pills: it’s that you’re too sweet to know when to stop. it’s hard to tell yuuji no more, thanks when his face is so bright, when he and the strange, blue-haired frat brother mahito are asking you to try this and try that and to let us know what you think. 

so you let yourself sway through the house, from couch to couch, listening to this mahito boy tell you about his latest philosophy courses as he dances cold fingers across your shoulders, listening to yuuji explain the very serious business of pulling an all-nighter without coffee, watching the LED lights shift from purple to blue and back again.

(you’re not sure where choso is. perhaps, in your altered state, he’s sitting just across from you and you don’t even know it. but you don’t mind, because his brothers get along with you just as well. you don’t mind, because you’re too drunk or too high to know any better.) 

“and how are you doing?” a dark-haired man slides into the empty couch space next to you. arms littered with various tattoos and dark hair pulled back into a casual half-bun, he could have been your beloved choso had he not exuded such finesse, such arrogance, which choso could never be capable of doing.

“i’m alright,” you say, but you’re more than alright. the room is so warm and your brain is so fuzzy that you might melt into the couch if someone looked away for even a minute. “i don’t think we’ve met before? i’m choso’s stepsister.” 

he simpers, a humid thing, one that coils around your eyelids and sets your insides alight. “ah! i’ve heard a lot about you. it’s nice to meet you.” he holds out a manicured hand; black nail polish glimmers in the dim light. “geto. i’m one of choso’s frat brothers.” 

his handshake might take your soul with it. his hands are smooth, refined. you swear he can feel your quickening pulse as you introduce yourself. he watches you like you might be the only person in the room, like you might be the sweetest thing to have ever crossed the threshold. and filled with rum and liqueur and confidence you take it, gladly, because you’re young and the thought of university still puts stars in your eyes. 

“so what are you studying?” geto is saying, prying you apart, picking through your history. he’s in his final year and you’re in your first and he knows all there is to know while you still have nothing. you latch onto him because he gets it, because he’s handsome, because you’re silly and desperate and drunk. somewhere along the way your thighs touch and his hand greets your shoulder and you think that you finally made it into his lap because mahito complained that the couch was too full. 

geto smells like expensive cologne. you smell vaguely of lemons and shampoo. yuuji jokes with you from across the table and you like it, the way these brothers’ eyes fall on you. 

so you spiral, further and further, into a daze you cannot escape from. you barely react to geto’s firm hand snaking up your bare thigh because you are too busy trying yuuji’s latest creation and asking mahito for more of whatever he gave you. it’s fun, it’s weightless; you feel beautiful, supreme, like the kind of college girl you’re supposed to be. you’re desirable, cute. you’re the girl to be in love with, the one who sets the scene.

those rumors were right. the party is certainly slower than the other frats you’ve visited, with more emphasis on sitting and vibing than on dancing and drinking games, but no less extreme. you’re so far out of your brain that you wonder briefly if it will ever be possible to come back down. maybe you’ll be her, on monday morning, the girl who’s still tripping.

“you know,” geto is saying, his breath eerily close to your pulse, a moment away from pressing a kiss to your cheek, your neck, “you should stop by more often.” 

“yeah?” you hope you sound sexier than you are. “i’d love to–”

“excuse me,” choso’s voice cuts through your lazy fantasy like the sharp fall of a guillotine. “i’d prefer if you didn’t hit on my sister, geto.” 

geto’s laugh reverberates against your back, your ears. his grip on you lightens immediately, and whatever words he’d saved for you die away. “i’m not,” he says, but his voice is too easy to be honest. “just keeping her company. right, sweetheart?”

you’re finding it hard to see straight. caught in this game of cat and mouse you find you can do nothing but sit lamely in geto’s lap and watch choso’s favorite necklace reflect the purple light. it’s only after a revolution around the sun you realize you haven’t spoken, that you’ve done nothing but hover, a lot of drunk and a little high and a little nervous, between one man and the other. you mumble a yes in affirmation but it’s clear from the tension that choso doesn’t believe it. 

“oh, for fuck’s sake,” choso sighs. “come on, then. you’ve had enough for one night.” familiar arms lift you off the couch and you stumble, much like a baby gazelle, into the safety of choso’s chest. the room spins with the sudden change; you cling to him like a lifeline as you abandon the party to head upstairs. 

of course, bedazzled out of your mind, you do not question when choso leads you to the end of the hallway and over the threshold of his bedroom. it feels expected in a way, safe, as if the party had always been meaning to end here. as if there was no other place you should be.

“so?” choso asks, casually, shutting the door behind him with a damning click. “did you enjoy being a little whore with my brothers?”

his words take a long moment to settle in your ears. you’re caught in the swirl of euphoria in your brain, the black t-shirts scattered across the floor, the small houseplant you once bought him seated on the windowsill. it warms your heart to see it there, after all this time.

“well?” choso demands your attention. he takes your jaw in his hand and lifts your eyes to meet his gaze. his silver rings, imposing and cool on slender fingers, burn into your heated flesh like embers. his eyes swim with distaste and you know it’s your fault, somehow, but when the walls tilt and your rationality fogs over, you can’t quite pinpoint why.

“i–” your words catch in your throat. it’s clear, from the darkness in his eyes, from the way his nails dig into the soft flesh of your jawline, that anything you say to defend yourself will be futile. it’s choso’s world, you’ve always known, and even now, you’re merely living in it. 

“i invite my sister to see me, because i miss her,” choso’s words nestle themselves deep into your bloodstream, settling amongst the brandy and wine, “and she chooses to spend the night bending over for my brothers. how do you think that makes me feel?” 

it’s a look you know: a look that has haunted you for hours and days, a look that you know better than any other. it’s the look that guides the hand between your legs at night and the look you recreate in your mind’s eye when your vibrator just isn’t enough. you’re crumbling already, like sand beneath his touch.

“i’m sorry,” you say to him, but the words are soft and whispered things, shy beneath the weight of your own guilt and disappointment. “i didn’t mean to–” 

“no,” choso admonishes. he steps closer, guiding you backwards until his bedsheets brush the backs of your knees. “of course you didn’t. you’re still too dumb to know what you’re doing.” his voice, evenly condescending, hardly matches the gentle brush of his fingers as he moves to cup your cheeks. you close your eyes against it, savoring the shivers he sends across you body with every heartbeat, every movement. “still need your big brother to keep you in check.” 

you do not respond: he does not intend for you too. instead choso presses you back until you fall onto his bed, crawling over you to cage your body beneath him like a predator and its prey. your brain falters with the sudden movement, with the lateness of the hour and the depravity of your position, but you can do nothing but look at him with your helpless doe-eyes while something saccharine pools in your belly. 

“look at you,” choso says. “high out of your damn mind. good thing i caught you when i did. who knows what would have happened.” 

you believe him, you do, especially when choso dips his head to kiss you and demands your subservience. his tongue licks the aftermath of your cocktails from your lips and claims the expanse of your mouth, your teeth, your sanity. you let him take you, body and soul, even when you’re clamoring for air and freedom. there is no safety but choso’s lips, flavored with his cinnamon chapstick, no sacred home but the warmth of his mouth. 

“there’s my girl,” choso breathes, nose brushing against yours as he pulls back for air. “going to be good for me now? going to make it up to your big brother?” 

he doesn’t wait for a response; fingers dance along the silk of your blouse as he undoes each button, one by one, letting his fingers dip slyly against the newly exposed expanse of your collarbone and your chest and your stomach. you make no move to stop him, caught somewhere between choso’s aura and reality and time. 

(and maybe in another life you would have stopped him. maybe in another life you would have been ashamed. but it’s choso, your sworn protector and god among men, and you would be a fool to try and stop the one who knows best. he is safety, protection. who knows what would have happened if he hadn’t taken you away when he did.) 

“is this new?” choso asks, studying the curve of your bra as he rests against your hips. “who are you trying to impress?” 

it’s thin lavender lace, choso’s favorite. your face warms at the observation and you turn your head away, nestling among the sheets, as if you could escape choso’s eyes: but his fingers still trace the material and you can still hear him breathing and you know he will never look away. 

“i just got it,” you answer, humbled and mildly humiliated and certainly a little fucked up. the words are slow and imprecise as you stumble over your own tongue. “i wanted to…treat myself.” 

choso’s exploratory hands move from your bra to the waistband of your skirt. “could’ve just asked me,” he says earnestly, intently. “i would’ve gotten it for you.” 

your affirmative hum is lost when choso mindfully pulls your skirt down your legs and discards it somewhere in the shadows of the room. he says nothing of it, of the thin fabric or the way it flattered you just right. perhaps he is jealous of it. perhaps he does not want to remember the way his brothers looked at you when you wore it, the way geto’s hands caressed the places no other man should go.

“they match, i see,” choso gestures towards your underwear. terrified and knowing and aware that you’re growing damper with each passing minute, you press your thighs together. “they’re cute.” 

“t-thank you,” you whisper. “i… i got them for you. your favorite color.” 

he smiles, a precious and glorious thing, a smile that causes flowers to grow and birds to sing. you electrify at the sight of it, blissful only when he is. 

“i’d hope so,” choso says, “because i don’t think i could take it if this was meant for someone else.” 

he reaches over to the nightstand while his words claw through you. choso smells like cinnamon and safety and pleasure; your heartbeat quickens as his t-shirt brushes against you, as your world collapses into nothing but choso’s profile, his butterfly hair-clips and his glowing skin and his power. 

when choso settles back over you, resting against your thighs until you think you might die of it, something silver and shiny rests in his palm. you’d recognize it even if your eyes were closed, if the room were so dark that you couldn’t see if you tried. a searing and insatiable sensation lodges itself in your veins; it is fear personified, it is anticipation of a behavior you cannot even name. 

choso twirls his beloved switchblade deftly between his well-manicured fingertips. it reflects the low-light of the room. it calls out to you, the beautiful and dangerous thing, a siren’s song that promises both your misery and your fortune. choso’s face is relaxed, serene, as the envy and the fury seemingly melts away from him and leaves only a disinterested vessel behind. 

he lets you study it, lets you study him, and you know he’s pleased when he can feel your thighs tense, when you try so damn hard not to let choso know just how affected you really are. he shifts, grinding gently against your pelvis as he moves, causing you to bite your lip in a desperate attempt to surpress the gentlest of moans. 

“well,” choso says, disregarding the state he’s slowly working you into. he shifts down your body and runs a lackluster hand across the lacy expanse of your underwear. shivers pierce your navel, silver rings poison your skin. it’s all you can do to watch him, his heartless eyes and his casual form, as his thumb prods at the place where you underwear crosses your hip. “let’s get these off. i’d hate to have anyone else see you in them.” 

you feel the blade before you see it. cold, unfriendly, it rests against the gentle skin of your hip, a killer ready to take a life. a humiliatingly choked whine is out of your mouth before you can swallow it; your gasp reverberates throughout the room, the sound of one who knows they’ve lost a fight. 

“choso–” you breathe, but you don’t know quite what it is you’re asking him for. 

he doesn’t answer immediately, opting instead to tease you further with the blade as he presses it against you until goosebumps rise in chorus. your fingers curl in on themselves, desperate for purchase, while fear and longing hum everywhere in your being. 

“don’t worry,” choso says. “i’ll buy you more. now be good and stay still.” 

you want to writhe, to lash out and squirm beneath the intensity of the moment, but you fear choso’s disappointment more than you crave such release. your big brother choso has never been afraid to hurt you: to pierce the skin where it hurts, to draw blood where he means it. if you move, the blade will move with you. you know this as you know every scar choso has left behind. 

it’s agonizing, this pace. choso’s tongue peeks out from between his teeth as he works with the ease of a great master. it’s like watching paint dry, like waiting for grass to grow or continents to shift. he cuts away at the expensive lingerie you bought just last weekend like he has all the time in the world, like he does not care if the sun rises and you are still crying beneath him.

(and he does it, you know, because you’ve never been one to be patient.) 

“choso,” you whine, drawing his name out, long and frustrated, as if in song. “go faster.” your legs twitch in protest and the blade comes ever closer. 

“no.” choso does not even spare the kindness to look at you, his beloved little sister. “stop whining.” 

the rest of your complaints lodge in your throat. you fear disobeying him, so you grip the comforter like a lifeline, exasperated tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as the blade cuts through your clothes and ghosts across the bare skin beneath. it’s embarrassing, really, the way you can feel yourself becoming more and more desperate the further choso drifts away from you, the more he refuses to indulge. 

you wonder if he can sense the arousal on you, feel it, smell it, even, like you’re nothing but his own little plaything in heat. 

after an eternity, the blade finally cuts through your panties with a satisfying rip. the torn fabric sits pitifully against your hips, a reminder of your own subservience, until choso peels it away from you with enough condescension to move you to tears. the cool air of the room hits your thighs, your cunt, like a ghost who’s taken up residence beside you. 

blissfully unaware of your feelings, choso studies the remains of your ruined underwear, the thin fabric and the obvious stain of your arousal. locking eyes with you, he bring it to his nose for a brief and pleasurable inhale before he discards it somewhere on the other side of the room.

“there we are,” he says, as if he hadn’t just smelled yourself in front of you. “now no one will ever know about it but me.”

“choso,” you whimper, hot. it’s a gift and a humiliation to be beneath him like this, to shake with need and yet to be denied it, to ask for something, for anything, in a voice so unabashedly loud that anyone who passes by the door might hear it.

he ignores you, again, and turns his attention to your bra as it flutters against your fervent chest. you watch with wide eyes as the blade comes closer, closer, dancing against your ribcage and sending ice into your lungs until it slices through the front of your bra, down the center of your chest, like the thin fabric was made of nothing but water. 

“get rid of this,” he says; you listen. with quick and quivering fingertips you shimmy your way out of the delicate material and toss it over the side of the bed faster than the speed of sound. choso, pleased with your obedience, intently traces the curve of your breasts, thumbing your nipples until you find yourself arching into his touch. 

(choso, you mumble, eyes falling shut at the feeling. still, as always, he does not listen. he draws his hands away.) 

it kills you, the way choso’s eyes possess you, own you, dictate the movement in your bloodstream. it’s akin to being pulled along on marionette strings, a puppet of choso’s own design, made to dance for him and him alone. 

it’s the prize he deserves, your big brother, to own you and protect you, body and soul.

it’s that very intensity which moves you to misty tears, which causes your hands to fly out to meet him against your better judgement. choso lets you pleasure yourself for a moment with the texture of his t-shirt and the outline of his shoulders before brushing your hands away like unnecessary flies. 

“did you whore yourself out like this when you went to naoya’s?” choso prods. the patronization lies beneath feigned and genuine curiosity. there are no inflections, no signs of anger. this is how your big brother gets you, every time: it’s the neglect, the disinterest, that breeds your guilt. “are you really so easy for every boy that comes your way?” 

you shake your head and wish you could bury yourself further into the bedsheets. no, never. try as you might the first-year college boys here just haven’t been enough, the older ones too preoccupied with better cunts to look your way. 

“just because those guys are my brothers,” choso continues, shifting further and further down your body, spreading your legs until he can fit himself comfortably between them, “doesn’t mean i have to share everything with them.” 

“i’m sorry, choso,” you try again, “i’m sorry. i don’t want anyone else–” 

“that’s right,” choso interrupts. “you don’t need anyone else. no one is ever going to love you the way i do.” 

the way your big brother does, his eyes say, but he doesn’t have to voice it. you already know. it’s true that no one knows you better than choso does. no one understands your limits and your desires the way your brother has for as long as you’ve known him. no one knows how to caress you when you cry, how to run their tongue across your lips to silence you when you’re too eager. it’s always choso. it’s always been choso; but sometimes you’re just too much of a fool to see it. 

the blade, cool and demanding, presses against the soft flesh of your thigh, just below the hip. you twitch in surprise at the sensation and curl your toes to quell the ache in your cunt. it’s slick, weeping; you can feel it, the arousal, as it pools and pools and drips quietly onto the comforter. 

“choso, what are you–” you ask, breathily, pitifully, but choso’s quick glare reduces you into obedient silence. 

he licks the cinnamon chapstick on his lips. a stray hair falls across his eyes and kisses the dark line across his nose. he is love and danger, a cocktail of possession and surrender. “i think,” choso says, the words slow and thoughtful, “you need a reminder of who loves you the most.” 

a strangled cry escapes your lips when the blade pierces your skin just enough to draw blood. the sting travels up through your spine and fogs up your senses, causes your cunt to weep in horrible anticipation. it hurts, it does, the first cut, but still you find yourself waiting for more of it, more, in terror and lust and love. 

“choso–” you cry, a misty tear escaping out of the corner of your eye, but the call is met by another stroke, longer this time, drawn out, until your knuckles clutch the bedsheets so tensely they might as well turn to stone. 

“stay still,” choso admonishes amidst the burn of it. “you’ll hurt yourself.” 

as if you were the one in control. but you listen, obediently as always, and the alcohol from earlier combined with the need in your chest mixes together until your body is as taut as a desperate wire, until you no longer have control of yourself or your limbs. the knife cuts easily, choso’s hands as steady and precise as ever. you can feel the blood dripping onto his sheets like a series of hot tears.

it’s too much, all at once. it is a fire which destroys you, which renders every coherent thought into ash and causes you to sob nothing but drawn-out cries and pleads of choso’s name into the dark bedroom. he has you just where he wants you: pliant, dumb, obedient. if he asked you to fetch him a star, you would have asked him which one he needed.

choso’s tongue darts between his teeth as a steady hand continues its masterpiece. you sob unabashedly in reply with every stroke, with every flex of his fingers as he works his blade against your tender skin. and yet, as the pain grows, so does your need for something, for anything, for release; with every aching minute your cunt grows hotter and lonelier and emptier between your thighs. 

you crave something, anything, choso, perhaps even more than you wish for air.

“there you go,” choso says, just as you release another cry so piercing there’s no way even yuuji wouldn’t have heard it. “all done.” 

you sit up on your elbows to peer down at the masterpiece below your hip. smeared with blood, aching and raw from the blade, the word CHOSO spreads across your upper thigh in an uneven but heartfelt script. it makes you dizzy, this marking, this sign that no one owns you better than your sacred brother does. you wonder if it will leave a scar, if it will heal; and even more so, you wonder if choso will merely rewrite it, again and again, until every cell in your body knows that you are nothing without him.

you say nothing; a whine escapes your lips as your eyes flit from the mark to choso’s eyes, dark and possessive, as he looks back at you.

“you like it?” he asks, once again the sweet thing, the doting one.

“yes,” you whisper back, never one to lie to your perfect big brother. 

but you cannot hide the insatiability. choso notices the way your thighs twitch from the intensity, the way your cunt drools and your eyebrows furrow because you cannot relieve this ache on your own. you’re helpless, entirely at his mercy. choso tilts his head with a soft and unreadable simper at the sight.

“you’re really worked up, huh?” he pretends your distress is not blatantly obvious. he twirls the bloodstained knife between his fingertips for a moment before bringing the flat edge of the blade against his lips in a somber kiss. “this little thing’s got you down bad, i see.” he flashes the switchblade at you like a diamond. you watch, entranced, as choso slides his tongue across the metal until any traces of your blood disappear into his mouth. 

your belly’s on fire. the switchblade shines with choso’s spit and he smiles, your blood on his tongue, while he prods your legs apart, further, until you’re entirely open for him with nothing to hide. you whine lowly as choso’s eyes flicker between your eyes, dazed and helpless, and the slick on the bedsheets. 

“choso,” you repeat. “please, help me.” your eyes are wide and your voice is small and you crumble beneath the weight of your own needing, of your own body working of its own volition, of the high that collapses all over you. 

perhaps it’s the way you call for him, your big brother, in your time of need. perhaps it’s the way choso can never really deny you, even when he feigns disappointment or rage or neglect. he’s bound to you, your protector, and you can see in the way his eyes soften ever so slightly that choso will not deny you this request.

“sure thing, angel. let me clean this up for you.” choso’s voice is generous as he bows his face towards your hips with the reverence of one before the altar. he leaves no room for your answer. an eager tongue swipes across your thigh and laps at the blood which pools there. his movements are indulgent, refined, as he holds your legs open with intimidating palms and drinks you in like medicine.

“choso–” you gasp, unable to look away. his eyes flit back to meet yours in reply but he continues his ministrations, slow, teasing, as he ignores your cunt entirely and licks at the fresh wound until it’s finally, sacredly, clean. your newly beloved CHOSO glimmers with his spit when he pulls away. he smiles at you then, praying over your hips, lips stained red with your blood, with your being. 

“i may be their brother,” choso gestures towards the door, to the party which must still rage below, “but i’m your brother first, and now you’ll never forget it.”  

the words are followed by his tongue on your inner thigh, fervent this time, as he travels downwards, downwards from his name on your leg until his nose is a breath away from your clit. you thrust your hips towards him impatiently and he accepts it, gratefully, burying his face deep into your cunt like he’s searching for gold. choso lavishes your clit with plump lips and an eager tongue, drawing the bud into his mouth and kissing it until you cry, until your legs tremble as they ensnare him in your garden.

“choso–” you’re crying, voice transcendent throughout the frat house, his favorite song. there’s a tongue prodding against your hole and a silver ring on your clit and you lose yourself within it, within choso’s breath on your folds and the fire which erupts into chaos. 

when it comes to pleasing you, choso does not require air. he refuses to resurface as his tongue explores every inch, as he laps away at you with the passionate abandon only an older brother can provide. what you need, he needs, and what you desire most, choso is always willing to provide. he holds you steady as he works so you cannot escape him. he forces you into stillness as he abuses every sacred inch of your cunt, as he works you into a frenzy with his fingers and his tongue until you can think of nothing but wanting to cum. 

and then, then, at the precipice of pleasure, choso pulls away. you pause as you catch your breath, heartbeat like an earthquake, and recollect your shock. why has he stopped? where has he gone? you’re about to sit up, to feign sobriety, to demand what the matter is, when something cool and smooth presses against your clit.

choso’s cheek rests against your inner thigh as he presses the flat edge of the switchblade against your cunt. it’s cold and dangerous and sublime and you cannot help but think of the way it could ruin you, that if you shifted or choso wanted it everything could end here, now, forever. and it is this fear, coupled with the coolness of the blade suffocating your clit, with the alcohol in your bloodstream, that sends you into a place from which you may never return. 

the orgasm is as violent as a hurricane. the moment you tense and begin to quake with a strangled sob choso replaces the blade with his tongue and rides you through it, coating his lips with your cum and swallowing the vibrations and heightening the sensation until you are tortured by it, by the sting of pleasure and overstimulation and want. 

(“that’s it,” you think he says into your skin, but your ears ring too loudly to know. “cum for me, just like that.”) 

it takes some time for the waves to recede and for your body to become still again. with a head comprised of of jelly and limbs made of water you lie still, panting, as choso nonchalantly licks your slick from the switchblade with a hum and gingerly sets it back down on his dresser. you watch as he slides the belt out of his jeans and tosses it into the dark room, as he hovers above you like an angel and its lover. 

“better now?” he asks against your parted lips. you nod. he kisses you, deeply, a kiss made of iron and cum and blood, tongue swiping across your teeth before he draws the air from your lungs. your vision swims when he plants a kiss on the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, between your eyebrows. he plants his love until there is nowhere left untouched, until you are buzzing with the security only your brother choso can give you. 

“yeah,” you mumble back to him, content, satisfied. even the sting of his name on your body is a pleasantry now. 

“good.” choso wipes the perspiration from your brow. his jeans scratch against your pelvis, and it is only then that you finally register his cock, hard and eager, waiting patiently for its turn. it is only then that you realize choso’s lesson is not yet over, that your brother’s desperate need has only begun. 

“now,” he purrs, gently, lovingly, “can you show me how much you love me?”

(as always, forever, you do. you show him your love, endlessly, even when the party ends and the house falls eerily silent. you show choso everything, all of it, loyally, just as he asks, with an only you, choso, and a no one else loves me like you.

because although choso offers his love to the brothers downstairs, he will always, forever, be your brother first, til death do you part.)