#i could do a lil weep of joy :')))))

[jinstronaut]

carpool karaoke was my intro to BTS too love!!! I also fell for jin’s jokes and also jhope in general… whoever decided to put him in the center of the car needs a big ol raise ✨ also thank you for your jin a day gifs, I look forward to them every day 💕🫶

!!!!!! yeeeees!!! i feel like carpool karaoke is such a gateway drug and then before you know it you're like 25 videos deep and then the rest is history~

you're super super welcome !!!!!! as i said i rly like making them ;o; i wanna make sure each day that goes by, we have a little piece of something to hold onto :'))))

[starflungwaddledee]

oohhhHHHHHHH MY GOSH WAAAAAAAAAH!!! TWO PIECES!!!? 🥺🥺😭😭💖💖 and you even saw my message! i'm so happy you saw it, what a sentimental little feeling i am having... thank you for letting me know!!

From: @chaotixcowboy (Instagram)

To: @starflungwaddledee

Message from Santa:

"Surprise! I’m your secret santa! 

You’re honestly one of my idols so I was really surprised when I was assigned to be your secret santa! I hope you like my gift, I had so much fun working on it!

I saw your post the other day about a message for your secret santa, at that time I couldn’t reply without blowing my cover but it was such a sweet message and gave me so much motivation to work on my piece for you! I just wanted you to know, I’m thinking about you too! ;)"

[apparentlytheproblem]

Theodore nott x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and soft smut she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty (maybe the actors spin-off book abt nesta and cassian-) and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-)

a l l u r i n g

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: hullo, I have my midterm math exam on Monday so its all rushed and i barely have time to post but this has me screaming and crying all at once. i could not find any hardcore smut from a court of silver flames , I couldn't find any hardcore smut from court of silver flames, I'm so sorry abt that. the scene you're reading out loud is written by none other than @lustingbones, featuring Dick Grayson. I've written her fanfic in cursive so as to not get confused. she has single handedly created an obsession for nightwing in me. here's the link to the inspiration :) requests are forever open, luv, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- mf this is an advanced apology, i've never written smut. i've never even held someone's hand romantically, hell, i can't even keep eye contact, soft smut, fluffy, vulgar language, they both are minors, no protection is mentioned, it might make you uncomfortable, the reading of smut, the writing of smut

The sleeves of your black satin shirt had already fallen down your arms, the shirt itself was only being held up by two thin chains over your shoulder. it was basically as good as transparent, there wasn't a thing you couldn't see through it.

Theodore had leaned himself on his bedpost, his shirt was long gone. You were reading to him, your legs were on either side of his hips, your ass was cupped by his hand as he found utter joy in this situation. Your breasts were Infront of his face as he struggled not to get hard under you so quickly. Theo was never this grateful for being taller than you, he could just look down at you and get a perfect view. he wanted nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze it or just rip the shirt off at this point.

"He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out."

your flingers grazed the hoops of his trousers, hooking them absentmindedly. sometimes they paused and was placed next to his hips.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-” a hitch in your voice. you could feel your pussy, but more than that, you could feel a lump in his pants.

"its so attractive when you say baby like that, but when i fuck you, its gonna be theo" he mumbled by leaning closer to your ear.

all you could do is nod as he signaled for you to continue.

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you."

Theo's eyes were fixated on you. the way your voice was wavering, the way you squeezed your thighs, how a blush crept to your face. he loved how you got so shy with the pregnancy kink. it made him wonder if she had one herself.

"you're into that? why read about it when i can give you the full experience in 6D?"

you tried to waver him off, this was the last thing you needed in this situation

" "All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good.."

you could feel your own pussy throbbing. If you were being honest to yourself, you were thinking about you and Theodore. your head keeps going to the idea of him saying this to you, doing this to you and feeling him so hard just got you more turned on.

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly."

your palm grazed his veiny arms, has he been working out? they've gotten so big..

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up."

from palms to fingernails, they slowly trail up his forearm and roamed around his chest.

"Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back."

you find yourself adjusting to place your pussy right above his cock. you could see his face trying to not to show any signs of satisfaction. that was all you needed.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you." 

all he could concentrate about is trying not to break character. his eyes fixated on the elegant curve of your back beneath the clear fabric. her rough voice ran through his head in circles. he lifted an arm from his side, letting it play with the bottom buttons, almost only leaving one left. The only thing covering you up.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence."

you ran your arms down his abs, he loved your not so secret fixation you had for them. but you loved it more.

"You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you."

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours. "

“So, help me..”

Theodore was done. He gently picked the book from your hand and placed it on his nightstand. both his hands went under your thighs as to place you on the bed so he could tower over you, his chain dangling Infront of your eyes.

"hi handsome" you said peering up to him. you pulled his arm to examine it. his veins looked so hot, just absolutley lovley to have around you.

"hey beautiful"

you take his hand, a quiet smile made way too your face as you rest it on your breasts

Theodore felt your hands as it unzipped his trousers leaving him in boxers. your hand slid up and down his dick in slow strokes, just to drive him mad.

he takes her into my arms still kneeling, hitching your leg around his torso before pulling you as close as possible. The kisses you shared were soft, unbothered needy but never rushed.

[limbusdove]

One specific hc i brewed up in my sweet lil head . Wuthering Don, being Isabella, and aroace Wuthering Ishmael with undying love for her mistress, the one she sees as her little sister

Ishmael remembers vividly the day she was tending to the manor's garden, until she hears pained whimpers coming from the gates. As she reaches the place, she sees the mistress, knees and hands filled to the brim with wounds and scratches, sobbing as she's sat down on the grass. Her custom-tailored beautiful dress stained with dirt. Oh, the mistress was so troublesome and reckless, like a young child. The butler kneels down, pulling a roll of bandages out of her bag to patch the young mistress' wounds. "What on earth were you doing to have these kind of injuries, mistress?" She says gently, a hint of worriedness on her voice. "I was trying to climb high into the end of our fence gates, but... I have failed..." The mistress responds between sobs as she stretches out her hands to be bandaged. With care, Ishmael leads Don back into the manor, slowly and gently so she doesn't bring her too much pain. "Ah, so many thanks to you, dear Ishmael... Papa and Mama are barely around to watch me, and Gregor always refuses my pleas to play.... You are my true saviour, hear ye!" The mistress says, a big, wide smile on her face, as if she never cried one day in her life, even if she was bawling mere moments ago. This was when Ishmael wishes she could have been there when Don tried climbing up the gates, so she didn't injure herself. She wishes she could make sure the mistress never hurts again. This was when Ishmael realizes. She loved the mistress. More than anything, more than anyone- The mistress, one to cause so much trouble, brought warmth so pure, her laugh was so infectious, it felt like they were daughters of the same mother, connected to one another, tailor-made to care for one another - Ishmael would tend to the mistress' troubles, and Don would bring joy to the butler's life. When the young mistress passed, for the first time in her life, Ishmael didn't feel like doing her chores. As required, she did them, but with no love, no care, no laughter from her dear mistress, there was no reason for her to do her job as passionately as she did before. There was no passion, as the mistress wouldn't see it. She managed to heal over time, but the warmth of Don's laughter, and the memory of patching up her wounds, had a deep, undying place in her heart, like an older sister weeps as she's separated from her younger sister.

[finniestoncrane]

Dano riddler with overstim/orgasm delay? I want to make him cry

On the Edge

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 550 aw heck yeah anon i also want to make that little bitch cry and i think denying him what he wants most is the best way to do it lol 🐀💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: dacryphilia a lil bit, edging, bondage, tape, orgasm denial

His pathetic, muffled whines tingled along your ear canals, sparking your receptors, making your stomach tense, your skin immediately covered with excited gooseflesh. Turning to the chair, you tried to focus past the edges of the eyeholes in the mask you wore to view your captive audience. Bound to the chair by his wrists and ankles with duct tape and a pair of handcuffs, you watched Eddie struggle against the makeshift restraints. His body was tense, but his chest and his stomach rolls jiggled softly, beautifully as he pulled himself off, back arching to get closer to you. Before he could reach though, you pulled the bullet vibrator back further, just out of reach of his cock, which he thrust out desperately, trying to find the pleasure again.

You almost felt a pang of guilt as your gaze drifted down to the tent at the front of his off-white pants. The head of his cocked was pressed firm against the fabric, see-through from the precum that stained them. So close, he had been several times now, and each time you had cut him off just before he could reach the climax he was desperate for.

As he realised you were waiting for him to settle down, he sat his body still, chest heaving as he tried to calm his breath, cock twitching in anticipation. The amount of preparation and thought he put into his riddles, into his plans, had suggested to you that he might be a sucker for prolonged pleasure. A glutton for punishment. Someone who might appreciate the often underutilised joys of over-stimulation and repeated orgasm denial. But, surprising to you, Edward Nashton was apparently someone who wanted his pleasure instantaneously, at least where his orgasm was concerned.

His eyes pleaded with you, pupils dilated, pathetic and weeping with frustration as he stared into yours past his own mask. A delightful surprise you had saved for him until he was tied up and waiting for your entrance into the room. Finally ready to hear him out, you tore the duct tape from his lips quickly, painfully, and watched as he hissed through the pain, procuring for himself a smile that was wicked and enticing.

"What is it, Eddie?"

"I can't... I can't take any more... please... please can I...?"

"Please can you what?"

Staring up at your through his eyelashes, a soft pout placed strategically with his mouth, he begged.

"Please, please let me cum."

It was evident he was trying to manipulate you, putting on an air of weakness that he needn't bother forcing. Eddie's cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes sparkling with them. His cheeks were flushed and his fingers had begun to scratch away at the surface layer of paint on the arms of the chair. He was already in a state of complete and pathetic desperation, entirely at your will.

Bringing the vibrator back towards him, slowly, cruelly, you let it touch the weeping tip of his cock, which bounced against the restrictive fabric as he groaned.

"We'll see if you can last a little bit longer first, Eddie."

With a wail, he threw his head back, fingers clawing at the chair once more as he let out a wailing sob.

[yoursummerfrost]

fic asks 2, 14, and 23 !!

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

I do!! Sometimes when I’m looking for inspo or to remember how to capture a specific character’s voice, other times because I generally try to write the kind of stuff I would really like to read, and then I get to go read it!

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Ohh this is such a fun and tough question. I do feel like give up what you love (don’t look back) aka my spuffy time loop fic would kind of slap as a film. But I would also maybe weep tears of joy to see a comic or animated film of Zebeystra’s adventures in love is just a currency because that’s my lil guy. Idk why but they’re animated in my brain.

23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?

Oh that’s easy I cry a lot and make @alittlebitmaybe do it for me :)

Fic writer asks!!

[taegularities]

rid, thank you so much for answering the ry!tae and a!oc ask ! !

i finshed reading 'ruined' while listening to spring snow 😵‍💫 and he's a winter bear, i know, but a!oc is the peace of nature ; almost like a breath of fresh air too. spring.

the song j felt so right for them. plus, the air that day was so befitting as well— how do i tell you enough, rid? they just stayed with me like no other. oh and oh, it makes me wanna gobble them up.

especially, a!oc. she's such an adorb 😵‍💫 i know they are gonna raise the sweetest babie/s ever ; aaaa ! ! congratulations, ry!tae-a!oc ! ! i'd be elated to babysit 😔 and prolly watch my favorite taegularities couple so far and their romance flourishing from up close, lol. i just like them like that. so real, so fluffy, so soft ୨ ୧

( !! weeping alert !! ) can't believe you could sort out my last ask under '🎀anon' and had remembered me like that, ahaha. bc it'd been a while since my v last anon msg.

but that's exactly what makes you rid, doesn't it? so incredibly talented, humble & sweet. so hard to get rid of from our hearts ☹️ but guess what? the ruined couple is akeen to that for me. hehe, after all, they are little parts of you, love <3

🎀🖇🩵

he's a winter bear and she's a spring flower 😭 they're gobble-worthy for sure!! if anyone could bring tae true, genuine joy, it's her. that lil sweetheart :') i'm honestly so happy you feel that way about her. the babies omg i don't even want to imagine what he'd be around them, likeeee 🤧 your favourite taegularities couple ohhh i'm so glad fr!! pls do keep thinking about them and keep them alive hehe <3

yesss, ofc!! i had to check if i tagged it correctly lmao but i do remember most if not all of you lovelies. thank you, and i feel the same towards y'all 🥺 i'll work hard to stay in your hearts mwah mwah 🤍

[mebiselfandi]

i hope this is not gonna annoy you but i was reading your rant about your writing and i was like😔 because goddd i adore them so much the way you write them characters, dialogues or try to explain how they feel in such situations always make me😞 even when you write smut bc dang do you know how much i reread strawberries and cream (it should be illegal) it just the way you always portray them so beautifully it's crazy (like how did u make c*m eating so sweet i cried and horny everytime i remembered that) also i sent this ask bc i just remember your newest neymessi fic and I'm devastated thinking at the possibility of you deleting that work bc goddd i remember the first time i read it i was crying so hard literally need to weep the tears out so i can read the next paragraph and then after I'm done i was pacinf around my room thinking about the next chapter bc u tagged it as it will be sweeter and how i was just so excited to read that bc if i have to live with the possibility of them just ending like that and not talk it out and have a heavy makeout session after just throw me to the ponds full off crocodiles in florida it would hurts less, you make me so attached to these characters that the possibility of neymar hurting bc leo leaving him after the heart wrenching love confession makes me☹️☹️☹️

i hope you'll find your joy and to not feel pressured to writing again because you have such a talent and i will always be happy to read every works you put, finally just wanted to say so glad to have such a talented writer in this fandom🫶🏼

Hi nonnie👋💕

When I got your ask I was like hm what’s this? Only to be hit straight in the feels with a truckload of bricks. ‘Annoy’ me you say. Something like this could never annoy me. This was legit me reading your ask holding back tears:

Tbh I was in a massive writing slump since like end of April. Idk what happened. I got a lil sad, then sick, then even more sad, then my birthday came up, then I got burnt out, next thing I knew it was June and my writing skills just switched off. Nothing all of May(except that one fic I barely remember writing while sick and fueled purely by spite). So when I wrote the last Neymessi fic, I was like not doing great at all. But idk I felt like I had to write something and the idea had been swimming in my head. But writing too sad fics when you’re already sad just = feeling shit about your work. Plus I felt so bad about writing, I thought it would be my last fic ever.

But I mean now I’m no longer feeling weird about writing and I can see the fic from an objective pov. I made a ton of typos and used the same words like twice in one sentence and just cringe phrasings. I could’ve done it better. However, I managed to write 4000 words when I thought I couldn’t. So I won’t delete it cause I can be at least proud of that fact. Also I’m not a quitter, if I delete the fic, the knowledge will haunt me forever. But I will be writing the second chap and I have ideas.

Now I feel kinda bad about it cause I know I said chap 2 will be sweeter buuuut I think it might still be sad. But only because I wanna write a 3rd chapter which will be sweeter. However keyword is sweeter…not sweet. Uh it’ll be a bittersweet ending cause either way Leo’s still leaving but I could never bring my heart to be entirely miserable like that. So don’t worry, it’ll end wellness 😌 but chap 2 is mostly just gonna be Leo’s pov and thoughts then chap 3 will be them finally talking after we hear what Leo’s thinking.

Also…about strawberries and cream though I logged into my ao3 for the first time a couple weeks yesterday and I was so shocked? Last I checked it was at 400 now it’s almost doubled😭😭 I’m so shook. But I’m glad you liked strawberries and cream. It’s one of my fave fics I wrote too.

You’re so sweet anon🥹🥹 like not to be like annoying about comments or wtv. But it always helps to know there is someone who likes your story and you aren’t just writing to the air. And to know I made you react so strongly to it is insane to me. But seriously, thank you so much for this, I’m legit gonna think of this message whenever I feel like I can’t write🫶

[mickmundy]

7, 22 and 25 for bushmed! for that ask game hehe. lets HEAR IT then

WHEEEE OMFG CC ASK.... YEASSSSSSSS HEHEHE picks up my quill... lets get to it

7. Who is the more romantic one? surprisingly(?) i think sniper. once he's comfortable in a relationship he has nooo problem doting on his partner! sniper's a listener by nature and loves picking up on small details or things about medic (i wrote a mini fic about sniper breeding exotic/poisonous plants for medic bc he mentioned offhand that he'd love to have access to them but doesn't have time to grow them himself) that could be translated well into romantic gestures!! i think sniper heavily considers like... concepts of what romance is ("giving medic Evil Plants is romantic") whereas medic's superpower is just making anything romantic ("we're going to go look for bones postgame together it will be romantic no matter what!") if that makes sense! part of my fics is sniper figuring out that romance is a very subjective concept that's defined by the relationship itself, not by conventionality! and once he learns that it comes decently easily to him i think hehe!

22. How do they apologize after arguments? honestly i think they both went into the relationship knowing that they have other priorities, lives, etc outside of Medic X Sniper (LOL) so i don't see them Truly Arguing a lot. most of the time if things are shitty they just work through it as best they can. However i think sniper is the less emotionally mature one, but both are pretty prideful. medic can sometimes not be so aware of others emotions (whereas sniper is very aware of others emotions) so sometimes clashing is inevitable. i think medic would hand out apologies as long as you could explain to him like "hey this is why this upset me" and he'd be like "ohhh! i never thought of it that way! i apologize!", whereas getting sniper to both Admit Fault and articulate how he feels might be a bit of a challenge sometimes... but that's okay! medic is patient and ultimately loves learning about his partner so sniper can take all the time he needs :) i imagine they'd take a little bit of space from one another to think about how they feel and then when they come back together they have little "gifts" for each other (usually some kind of Favorite little treat that can be shared. coffee, a snack, etc) and talk it out!

25. What is their dream home? Do they buy a place together? Who plans the decorations and who does the heavy lifting? AUGAUGAUGUAGAAAAAHHHH ive put a gross amount of thought into this for someone who thinks that them "truly settling down/retiring" is fairly unlikely... however... if i'm being indulgent... i think their dream home would be something p simple, subtle, nothing Extravagant. somewhere on the coast somewhere (germany or australia; neither are opposed to either one!) where they can make it their own. sniper could (and Would) build a small greenhouse and a place for medic's doves to play safely... they'd have a garden and could/would be entire self sufficient, but still within a decent traveling distance to a town/city nearby if need be (in case medic brings sniper home greasy fast food after he knows he's been working on the house all day and sniper could weep with joy KSDKDSF)... medic would Leap to decorate the interior... i think they'd both have pretty similar decor styles... medic would insist that sniper's taxidermy is displayed (and all of medic's fun little Oddities In Jars), they'd have a small lil library/study area for all of their books and instruments, a fireplace would be an absolute must...

and of course they'd have a little car park for sniper's van :') who is mostly the retired one of the three of them! <- they'd laugh about that probably... medic is super hands on and would be following sniper around being like "mhmm. aha, and what do we do next! can i help!" and it would be Truly something they'd build Together... their mantle would have the lil urns of medic's doves or hootsie when they pass.. a rack with some of sniper's mum's blankets she made (i don't think he'd keep a LOT from his family but blankets seem like something he'd swear he wasn't gonna take and then would frown and grab them and bundle them under his arm and put them in his van :'( sdkfkd)... like i think it would Very Much be Both of their spaces...

one of my favorite things to think about is that i think their bed would be against the wall... and sniper would sleep against the wall... like in his loft bed in his camper ykwim.. just a sweet little "comfort" thing that medic just took it upon himself to be like "we only need one night stand! you should sleep against the wall :) trust me!" and it just sticks.... bc medic knows thats just a little Thing about sniper that he knows sniper would like... hehe... AUGAOGUAOGUAAAAA

[lattehearted]

yall ever think about how much the a.wakening next gen kiddos love their parents and mourn them constantly and are so thrilled to have even a little bit of time with them again, even if their parents are much younger, even if they're years away from being born in this timeline

anyway under the cut are some lines from the trio and their (default) parents from the f.uture p.ast dlc that makes me absolutely feral. it gets very, VERY long but it's good insight for how i play my kids tbh

O.wain, L.issa, and S.tahl

O.wain: sobbing his lil heart out L.issa: You're such a brave boy, putting up a bold front. I'm really, really proud of you. So you go ahead and have a good cry in your mother's arms. You earned it. O.wain, still sobbing: Mother, I'm so, so sorry! I shouldn't have let you die! And I shouldn't have given up like I did at the bridge. You didn't save me just so I could throw my life away! I'm sorry Mother....I'm a horrible person... L.issa: Hey. Wipe your nose, mister. You're dribbling. You are certainly NOT a horrible person. You're my son. All that matters is that you're safe. Now... if you're done sobbing and sniffling, we've got work to do. These R.isen will be the ones crying when WE'RE done with them! ------------------------------------------------------- O.wain: I'll be all right, so go find someplace safe to hide! S.tahl: O.wain, I could never walk away from my own son when he needs me most. Let's fight together. We'll clear this battlefield of R.isen in no time! You're not going to tell me I came all the way from another world for nothing! O.wain: Are you sure? S.tahl: You're not the only one who needs to get his mind off his stomach O.wain: Ooh...Don't bring that up again... All right, Father! You win! Let's run those R.isen through! S.tahl: Heh. I'll race you.

I.nigo, O.livia, and L.on'qu

O.livia: I'll be right by your side doing what the other O.livia couldn't! I.nigo: Thank you, Mother. But I don't want you to put yourself in danger. Stay where it's safe. O.livia: What are you saying, I.nigo? I came here to watch over you! I.nigo: You are watching over me. You know, I often practice fighting and dancing near your grave... And when I do, I always feel you there gently pushing me along. O.livia: I.nigo... I.nigo: Since your passing, I've gotten much stronger. Watch and see. If I know you're watching, not even a hundred R.isen can stop me! O.livia, as he leaves: Huh? I.nigo, wait! ...Heh. He's really got his heart set on doing this alone. I know, son. You're scared of losing me again. But don't push me away. You might find out that I'm stronger than you remember too. ------------------------------------------------------- (i.nigo and l.on'qu's entire scene makes me weep so it's hard to narrow it down but) L.on'qu: I do not know how long I can remain in this world. But I wish to fight for you. I.nigo: I would be grateful. But please, promise you'll stay alive. Nothing frightens me more than losing you again because of me. L.on'qu: Why is that frightening? I.nigo: Because you and Mother already died once to protect me! I feel as though everything I love in this world is ruined on my account! L.on'qu: Is that how you feel? ...Hmm. You take after your father more than you realize. Your grief may even be greater. But we differ in at least one important way. You never let your grief turn you cold. Even in despair, you remain kind. Nothing could ever be ruined on your account, because you only bring people joy.

S.evera, C.ordelia, and G.regor

S.evera: No matter what world you come from, you never change. Everything is always about you - about how you feel, about what you can do. You think that because I'm your daughter, I'll turn out exactly like you. Not once have you ever stopped to ask ME how I feel. C.ordelia: What? S.evera, starting to cry: Y-You made me so angry... I h-hated you! C.ordelia: Oh! Baby, don't cry... Come here... S.evera, crying harder: Don't tell me what to do! C.ordelia: I don't even know where to begin. I am so sorry for all that I put you through. S.evera: ...F-Fine. I accept your apology. Now let go of me. C.ordelia: Better now? S.evera, bright red and sniffling: Of course I'm better now! ...Your nose is running. I guess sometimes we do feel the same. ...I missed you. C.ordelia: ...I missed you too! S.evera, bright red: All right, PLEASE stop hugging me! This is a battlefield! ------------------------------------------------------- G.regor: Either way, G.regor is sorry Other G.regor died and left you all by yourself. It must have been very hard on you. S.evera: Darned right it was! What kind of father does that to his daughter?! My life has been horrible ever since I lost you! G.regor: S.evera... S.evera: I loved you so much, I decided to be a mercenary like you when I took the field. You were my model of strength! When you died, you robbed me of more than just a father. Don't you get that? G.regor, tearing up: Yes, G.regor get it very much. You are making G.regor want to shed the tears now. G.regor is very proud you followed in father's footsteps. Your father would also have been proud. S.evera: I...I don't need you to tell me that. G.regor: Of course not. Well... G.regor has come to keep you safe, so that is what G.regor will do. Is no way those R.isen will hurt his precious little girl! S.evera: Well, you just make sure not to slow me down. And... thanks, Daddy. I don't want to admit it, but I've always dreamed of fighting by your side like this.

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The Innkeeper Chronicles, by Ilona Andrews - A Review

or, the literary equivalent of my new favorite brand of potato chips, thank youuuuu!

NO SPOILERS - I finished the first installment of this series over the holidays, and I'm about halfway through number two, Sweep in Peace, when I just had to pause and announce -

THIS SERIES IS FUN

There is nothing wrong with being just flipping fun - but I wanted to use this as a parable that fun can be found behind deceiving displays. From my inclinations, the covers are boring, and the series titles are just too... bleh?? and not even really punny? NOTHING about the presentation of this book or the series really tickled my interests. The only thing that dragged me in and got me reading was the positive reviews on Hoopla - the number of consistent five stars was rather powerful for a library app where people will dump on literary classics for no reason. If you ever want to stare into the face of madness, look up your favorite haute-contour novel on any library app and weep at the number of dump reviews a perfectly good book will get.

When book one, sentence one, started with a dead dog, I nearly returned the loan right then. It wasn't gruesome, and it was over quickly and handled well, I'm just the kind of sensitive lil-gremlin-person who gets sad at the idea of a fictional creature being dead. BUT SO MANY GOOD REVIEWS! SOMETHING MUST BE HERE. I WILL KEEP ON! (and also, I only get so many loans on Hoopla - I wasn't going to give up until I was thoroughly sure this book wasn't working for me.)

So I kept reading. And reading. And then the book's hook set into my little brain, and I couldn't really stop. And then I needed to wait until the next month for my loans to refresh so I could get the next book in the series.

The way the world building works here just got me. The combo of fantasy and weird-science had me puzzling and imagining what lay just off the page, one of my favorite world-building things of all time. I kept going back to my partner to tell them little tidbits of what was happening until I was banned from rambling about the book because I was just spoiling the whole thing at a certain point, hahaha.

Now, to be clear, this book is light and fun - it has certain things that stick out which kind of showcase the playfulness and 'read in bed whilst swilling wine' about the story:

Does the book have a tall-hot-boy problem? Is every dude at least six feet tall, 'corded in muscle', and mysterious? Yes.

But also, there's an old rich lady with evil-sass, and I can read all her lines out loud in my most waspy-rich-lady voice, and it brings me cackling joy.

Is every room just a liiiiiitle bit over-described, even if we may never see that room again, or the details won't really matter if we do go back? Yes.

But also, the book is set in Texas, and the authors (Ilona Andrews is a penname for a couple that writes together) CLEARLY have been to Texas and care about its plants and environs, which feels so genuine and nice to an Texas ex-pat like me.

So - in essence, this is the literary equivalent of potato chips to me, and dang it, I like indulging in some good chips sometime. This is like the perfectly spiced chip to me, one I can pour into a bowl and enjoy while hanging out with my partner, chuckling at random times, as we watch a little silly video together.

If these books are at your library, go get in this! Maybe this series is just a me-thing, but the positive reviews seems like this isn't a one-person catnip thing.

[impishsensei-a]

portrayal meme: YOU ARE SO AMAZING. and it's also not my bias talking. :P you are built different. i enjoy that you do a good mix of types of threads to showcase different sides of gojo!!! but also fuck you bc u made me cry with that one post-prism realm ask u sent to yuuta about how he trusts yuuta to hold things down for him... also made me weep tears of joy a few days later it was the prank of throwing yuuta and his mattress in the lake... that's called RANGE. your portrayal is 🤌

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aaaaaa val thank you so much it means a lot to me. i love this lil shit here a lot and i think he's really complex and interesting and i try to convey that even tho i do end up doing a lot of silly stuff hehe he's really silly yk! and well... u know i was making myself cry with that too i was not ok... but i'm glad it could evoke that emotion still :3 i already sent you this meme to say what i think abt your portrayal abt nobara but i'll double down and say ur a great writer that nails your characters really well. i read your stuff a lot and i love the silly nonsense your norb and yuuta get into and im always happy to help contribute too lmao always happy to keep writing with you bro <3

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^me.

"Her stomach sank at the idea of Eris not taking care of himself. Someone needed to make sure he was doing both of those things."

WELL - Starting off right with a punch in the feels 🙃 Wonder who that person should be?? But also - just imagining the first she takes care of him and he just like MELTS instantly because what? softness? never heard of it. I keep having to remind myself that there is still angst to come and I am not ready to be hurt like that 🙃

Again - the IMAGERY 👏🏼

"..is not to leave the estate without an escort."

"And what am I then?" Lucien, bby. As always your witty dialogue is just 😍

"Lucien couldn't even imagine his brother so much as slightly raising his voice at his beloved mate." I AM SOFT. Ugh, soft Eris is so top tier.

"Eris said you loved horses."

"Because they do." 'BECAUSE THEY DO." I feel attacked. the actual swoon. Lucien playing matchmaker brings me so much stinkin joy - the sibling vibes.

"Eris frowned, not at her, but at the idea that she could ever see herself as such a burden."

Literally this entire exchange. It's perfect. It's witty and nuanced and alive. perfection. and "if his mate was annoyed with his brother, then he would choose her side." I love literally every single characterization that you give him. the devotion. the commitment. the partnership. the solidarity. LIVING FOR IT.

"little witch" need I say anything more? The way this nickname has me feeling all sorts of things is RIDICULOUS. I love love love them just getting the chance to chat and banter and be adorable. "but coming from him, it only felt sweet." Lil witch is FOND.

The way he remember everything she says?? cannot with you.

Pretty sure I pointed this out before with the hounds, but why is Eris and a sharp whistle so hot?? Why??

👏🏼the👏🏼sweetness👏🏼the👏🏼teasing👏🏼the👏🏼slow👏🏼burn👏🏼

"She noted how thick and strong the muscles were there." MA'AM.

UGH THE WAY HE ENCOURAGES HER TO PARTICIPATE AND SPEAK UP. I CANNOT.

the music 👌🏼

"Make sure to keep that kindness in your eyes." THE PARTNERSHIP. THE AFFECTION. SHE SEES HIM AND I AM NOT OKAY. Literally this entire thing. I love them interacting so fucking much. and the wit as always. incredible.

"I can destroy it even without your efforts."

"Then by all means..." 😉

The sass. but then the POWER. High Lord Eris, ladies and gentleman. I love him, your honor.

and the MORE POWER cause lil witch is a badass all on her own too. God, the two of them together are going to be unstoppable (until you write whatever devious plot you have in store for us.)

And all the touching?? the hand holding?? I am unwell. I need more, please.

"Without realizing what she was doing, she stepped forwared to brush some stray hair off his face and behind his ear." MA'AM. MA'AM. MA'AM. I'm fine. I'm totally fine. I was so totally prepared to feel this soft this early in the morning after getting basically no sleep at all.

"Smirked." "Pinched." "I will not forgive him for what he did to you. You should have given him your wrath." Okay - literally, excuse me. The adorableness and then straight into that absolute masterpiece of a sentence. The DEVOTION. The SUPPORT. Ugh. Eris is a ✨partner✨

The love he has for his court makes me want to weep. SJM just needs to let you write him from now on. I will accept no other characterizations.

Eris. that's it. that's the post. Eris. Eris verbalizing his gratitude. Eris being honest and vulnerable. Eris being THE high lord and top tier mate that he is. And literally anytime you put shit in italics it GETS me. "That" UGH You give him such depth and realism. He's gorgeous and wonderful and powerful and has so much potential but he's also so deeply flawed and the characterization of how much of his trauma he has internalized and turned towards himself and this clear display of envy is heartbreaking and breathtaking at the same time. I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH.

"Eris couldn't stop his beaming from her words." Excuse me - a smiling Eris? I cannot.

"You will come with me? Because what did any of this matter if she didn't. Eris was starting to realize he couldn't do any of it without her."

Eris and his casual display of power has me weak.

"But she recognized Eris' scent and warmth immediately, stopping her from startling" uhm - THIS has me weak. I just - MA'AM.

"LITTLE WITCH"

"Eris whispered in her ear. 'Go back to sleep.'" Literally everything from this point forward has me in a goddamn chokehold. I am unwell. I want THIS. You are amazing and incredible and absolute blessing to this hellsite.

Gorgeous storytelling. Absolutely gorgeous. 1000/10 would recommend. I ❤️ you and I hope you're have a good week!

chapter xix – gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 4,700+

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After the meeting of the High Lords, Y/N didn’t see Eris for quite some time. He was bogged down with his duties. And Y/N could only assume he was barely eating or sleeping with the amount of work he was dealing with. Her stomach sank at the idea of Eris not taking care of himself. Someone needed to make sure he was doing both of those things. 

However, Y/N’s usual schedule of breakfast, training, and library continued. 

But on this morning, Lucien came to her after training. 

“Would you like to go riding with me?” He asked as Y/N drank water. 

The Weapons Master had already exited the training grounds, leaving her exhausted and alone. Well, not really alone. For she had two of the smoke hounds as her guards and company still.

They now eyed Lucien wearily, not appreciating how close he was getting to their master's mate. 

But Y/N’s eyes beamed with the question. “Really?” 

Lucien tried not to tease her for being so excited. In actuality, he felt guilty for such a simple thing clearly bringing her such joy. If he had known that, he would’ve asked long ago. 

He studied her current state. “Yes, really. Perhaps you would like to change before doing so?”

Y/N looked down at herself. She was covered in mud and dirt. And what couldn’t be seen, but surely smelt, was the sweat she’d released from all her training. There was even a few cuts and scrapes across her hands and arms from little nicks she’d received while sparring. 

“Yes, perhaps I should clean myself up first…” Y/N mumbled as her face got hot with embarrassment. 

Half an hour later, Y/N appeared from her bedchambers freshly bathed. Her hair was still wet, but braided. And she wore a riding outfit that Lucien was sure the handmaidens had helped her pick out. 

“S-Sorry to keep you waiting,” Y/N quickly muttered, only able to look at the ground as she shut her bedchamber door behind her. 

“It wasn’t long at all,” Lucien tried to tell her. 

They hurried to the stables, which Y/N had no complaint about.

Two horses were already saddled and waiting for them when they reached the royal barn. A stableboy had both reigns in his hands. 

“What’s this?” Lucien asked, pointing to a bow and quiver of arrows strapped to one of the saddles. 

The stableboy seemed embarrassed and wouldn't look Lucien in the eye when he answered. “The High Lord demanded that Lady Y/N never go on horseback without at least two weapons on her saddle. I am just following orders, my lord.” 

Y/N smirked and stepped toward the horse that was now very obviously hers. It was a stark white gelding, covered in muscles, but held a kindness in his eyes as he greeted Y/N. 

“What’s his name?” Y/N asked the stableboy. 

“Aengus, my lady.” 

“Aengus,” Y/N muttered to the horse with a smile as she softly stroked his face. 

The stableboy cleared his throat awkwardly. “The High Lord also stated that Lady Y/N is not to leave the estate without an escort.” 

“And what am I then?” Lucien snapped. 

Y/N chuckled as she easily lifted into the saddle. “Lucien, don’t start.” Then she turned to the stableboy. “That is fine. But may they remain behind us?”

The stableboy looked relieved at having her support. “Yes, Lady Y/N. Only five will be joining you. They will meet you at the gates.” 

“And what is your name?” Y/N asked sweetly. 

“Cian, Lady Y/N.”

“Thank you, Cian. We will be seeing much more of each other now. Perhaps I can help you brush the horses after we return.” 

He smiled and bowed his head. “Of course, Lady Y/N.” 

She leaned down to stroke Aengus’ neck. “Ready for some fun?” She whispered. 

The white gelding neighed happily and stomped his feet, proving just how ready he was. 

Y/N turned to Lucien, “They will learn quickly that they need to keep up.”

And then she whistled, signaling Aengus to make his escape. The horse quickly jolted into a gallop out of the gates.

It only took Lucien a second or two to follow, but even that made him fall far behind. 

He hoped Eris didn’t hear about this little stunt, because it would be him that he reprimanded. Cauldron knew Eris would never scold Y/N for anything. Lucien couldn’t even imagine his brother so much as slightly raising his voice at his beloved mate. 

——

Hayley looked to the right to see one of their Autumn guards 50 yards or so off to the side of them. A guard was placed the same distance in all directions of them, putting her and Lucien in their perimeter of safety. If anyone sought to hurt them, they’d have to go through one of the guards before ever reaching them. 

Y/N and Lucien slowed their horses to a brisk walk. 

“How did you know I would want to go on a ride?” She asked. 

Lucien smirked. “Eris said you love horses.” 

“I said that to him once, in passing, when he was still but a stranger.” Y/N shook her head. “Yet he remembers all my words as if they hold such weight.” 

“Because they do,” Lucien countered. 

Y/N ignored him. 

“You know, if you let him get to know you more, he could remember more than just the things you say in passing…”

Y/N’s head whipped around to glare him. “Really? You of all people want to make such comments to me? You flee from your mate every chance you get.” 

“That is not fair and you know it, Y/N. I tried with Elaine more times than I can count – far before you ever joined our ranks, might I add. She wants nothing with me.” 

“And perhaps that is her right,” Y/N growled. 

Lucien cocked an eyebrow. “That wasn’t your tune when you were unaware of having your own mate…” 

Y/N halted her horse to glare into his eyes. 

And he couldn’t help but feel guilty when she did it. 

“Stay out of it, Lucien.” She grumbled before whistling, signaling Aengus into a gallop back to the Forest House. 

Their fun had been ruined, all thanks to Lucien.

The guards quickly followed after her, not bothering to make sure Lucien was with them. But he already knew they weren’t there for him anyway. 

——

Y/N cantered through the gates of the estate and up to the Forest House to find that Eris was saddling his own horse.

And there were nearly thirty sentries already mounted and waiting for their High Lord. 

Eris immediately turned when she halted Aengus just a few yards from him. 

“Where are you off to?” Y/N asked through heavy breaths. She’d pushed Aengus to his highest speed as she’d made her escape from Lucien. 

“Visiting the surrounding villages,” Eris answered. 

Then Y/N’s guards caught up. The High Lord glared at them, noting how they let his mate get away from them. It was obvious that would be discussed when Y/N was out of earshot. 

“May I come?” Y/N blurted out before she could stop herself. 

Eris blinked, evidently taken aback by her request. 

“I promise I will keep to myself,” she added quickly, as if her very presence would be a burden to him. 

Eris frowned, not at her, but at the idea that she could ever see herself as such a burden. “That will not be necessary. You may join me, if that really is your wish. Though I worry the day will bore you…” 

Y/N beamed at his admission. “Oh, I would never find it boring! I have been wanting to see the villages of Autumn. I have read so much about them!” 

Eris tilted his head. “Read?”

But before she could answer or mentally scold herself for saying too much, Lucien came galloping over to them. 

“You are supposed to stay with her,” Eris growled. 

“You try keeping up with her,” his youngest brother shot back with exasperation. “Cauldron, she rides like the wind.” 

But Y/N ignored him, acting as if he weren't even there. And of course Eris caught it.

He ignored his youngest brother as he mounted. “We must leave now to make it back before dark.” 

Lucien glanced back and forth between his brother and Y/N. “She’s going with you?” 

“Yes,” Eris answered with boredom in his tone. “And you are staying here.” 

If his mate was annoyed with his brother, then he would choose her side.

Lucien scoffed. But rode back towards the royal stables. Clearly he didn’t wish to accompany them that badly, for he didn’t even put up a fight. 

“Is this some trick?” Eris asked Y/N quietly, so no one else could hear. “Do you intend to make your escape?

Y/N smiled and leaned toward him. “Guess you will have to wait and see.” 

—

The Forest House was now just a small structure in the distance behind them. Y/N watched it get smaller and smaller before turning back to Eris. 

He wouldn’t leave her side since they left the estate, choosing to ride right alongside her. 

“May I ask perhaps a silly question?” She asked. 

Eris nodded. 

“Why do we not just…winnow to the village?” 

He smirked at her. “It is a fair question. But there are many who reside between the Forest House and Falanaird. I wish to see how even the smallest homes are fairing.” 

Then his smirk grew to a full smile that was almost mischievous. “Besides, the village would be in a panic if their new High Lord appeared before them out of nowhere. I thought it would be better to give them a fair warning of my arrival. By the time we are a few miles out, someone will have alerted them of my presence.” 

Y/N grinned at him. “We are going to Falanaird. I have heard it is quite beautiful…”

Eris narrowed his eyes. “How do you know of Falanaird, little witch?”  

Y/N felt her face heat at his pet name for her. If anyone else used it, she was sure it would irritate her. But coming from him, it only felt sweet. 

But she remained quiet. 

Eris persisted. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with your reading you mentioned, would it?”

“I have been reading about the histories of Autumn Court,” Y/N finally admitted quietly. “After training, I go to one of the libraries and read.” 

“What for?” Eris asked.

Y/N laughed. “To learn about your home, of course. Why else?” 

Before Eris could fully let that settle in, she sat up straighter in her saddle and pointed in the distance. “Look!” When he followed her gaze, she was pointing to two small fae children who were standing at the gate of their little cottage, staring at the High Lord’s traveling company with mesmerized expressions

When Eris locked eyes with them, they gasped in fear and ducked behind the fence. 

“They are only little ones,” Y/N scolded when she saw that Eris had a dark look. “There’s no need to intimidate them.” 

Eris blinked, realizing it was a habit that had been ingrained in him for centuries to intimidate any and all who looked upon him. 

But he knew Y/N was right. What good would it be, having children fear him? 

The High Lord let out a sharp whistle, and the entire company came to a halt. 

He jumped off his horse and moved to a small wagon that had been trailing in the back. His reached into a basket. When his hand reappeared, Y/N realized he had grabbed two cookies from what she now realized was a wagon full of food. 

Eris walked to the edge of the fence where the two young ones were hiding on the other side. 

They slowly peaked over it when they heard his approach. 

“No need to fear,” Y/N heard Eris mutter to them. “We are only passing through.” 

With slow hands, each of them reached out to take his offering. And their eyes lit up when they realized what he was handing them. 

They screeched, “Thank you!” And then ran off in a fit of giggles, surely to eat their cookies before their parents could find out and reprimand them. 

Eris then returned to his horse as if nothing happened. And the company continued without questioning or even looking quizzically at their High Lord. 

But Y/N wasn’t going to let it go unnoticed. “I like when you let others see your kindness, Eris.” 

He refused to look at her as he responded with, “I only did it because you went out of your way to guilt me…”

Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, yes. Of course.”

—

They finally reached Falanaird about an hour later. 

Someone had clearly done as Eris suspected, and warned the entire city of their High Lord’s surprise visit. 

Y/N saw the tension fill Eris’ entire posture as everyone stared. He couldn’t sit any straighter in his saddle. She could see his internal struggle of trying to figure if he should be stern and cold as their leader or break the cycle and lead with kindness and integrity. 

They stopped to dismount. 

“Hold your arm out,” Y/N whispered to him hurriedly. 

He looked at her with confusion. 

“They are scared of you,” she hissed. “Offer me your arm. Trust me.”

To her surprise, Eris did as she said. Like a gentleman, his left arm was held out and Y/N gently placed her hand on his bicep. She noted how thick and strong the muscles were there. 

A red-brown haired male came to greet them. 

“Lord Callum,” Eris greeted formally. 

Callum bowed his head deeply. “To what do we owe the pleasure, High Lord?”

“I am surveying the cities of Autumn Court. Much has been ignored these past centuries. I plan to remedy that with a tour of my court.” 

Callum didn’t hide his surprise at such a gesture. Then his gaze shifted briefly to Y/N. “I see you have graced us with the heroin that is your mate.” Then he bowed at her and greeted her with, "Lady Y/N."

Y/N gave him a shy but warm smile. But she promised Eris she would stay quiet and she was not at all versed in political conversations, especially ones at a royal level. 

“Y/N was rather excited to hear we were visiting Falanaird,” Eris answered. Then he looked down at her with an encouraging look. “Weren’t you?” 

Y/N nervously cleared her throat before saying, “Yes! I heard Falanaird is responsible for the best harvests in all of Prythian. I was excited to see the city for myself.” 

Callum seemed to straighten with pride as such a compliment. “You honor us, Lady Y/N.” 

“Let us discuss the needs of the city, Lord Callum.” Eris commanded. 

Callum bowed his head and gestured for them to walk into the city. 

“Make sure to keep that kindness in your eyes,” Y/N whispered to Eris when everyone else around them was distracted. 

Eris’ face immediately softened with her instruction. But he kept Y/N on his arm as they were guided through the city. 

Callum gave Eris detailed updates on various businesses and citizens of Falanaird. Eris rarely interrupted and when he did, it was to ask for more details on certain matters. 

“And how are the crops fairing this season? I know with the last, there was some issues that my father had little patience for.” 

“Aye,” Callum agreed darkly. “The eggplants and carrots are suffering. The creek used to direct water to the beds has been misdirected and we have been unable to fix it permanently.” 

Eris frowned but nodded.

“What is blocking the creek?” Y/N asked suddenly. 

“A giant pine tree, Lady Y/N. It then flows into a river that we have built an irrigation system for those specific crops.” 

Y/N looked to Eris before continuing. He seemed both amused and curious as to where she was going with her question. 

“Could you take us to it?” She continued shyly. 

“The ground is muddy and no place for a lady,” Callum tried to warn her. 

Y/N smirked before teasing him with, “Worried about getting mud on your nice clothing, Lord Callum? I will survive.”

They hiked through a nearby forest to get to the creek Callum referenced. Eris moved Y/N’s hand from the crook of his arm and laced their fingers instead to help her through the hills and mud. She knew he would never let her fall or so much as trip. 

“We have tried to use fire wielders to incinerate it, but the wood is too moist,” Callum explained. 

“I guess it is a good thing your High Lord is here then?” Y/N answered with a smile. Then she turned to Eris. “If I remove the water, can you set the fallen tree alight?” 

Eris nearly scoffed at the question. “I can destroy it even without your efforts.”

Y/N laughed. “Then by all means…” 

With the wave of his hand, Eris set the tree into flames. Even from their distance, Y/N could feel the warmth of it. 

Through his magic, the tree was nothing but ash in just a few seconds. 

However, the creek was still too low to move the water where it needed to go. 

Y/N stepped forward quietly and then kneeled. She looked at the water as if she were about to have a conversation with it. 

Slowly, she started chanting in a whisper. It was once again a language Eris did not know or understand.

But the water started rippling. He heard crashing of water in the distance, and a mini-monsoon of waves came rushing from the creek’s source, filling it up to the brim. 

Callum looked on in awe. Some of their escorts even let out quiet gasps.

Y/N looked up at the sky. 

Everyone stood behind her, but Eris was at her side. So only he saw when her eyes glazed over in white, like they had on the night they’d killed Beron. 

She chanted again. It seemed to echo through the forest. Like nature was chanting back. 

Thunder cracked over them. 

And then the next second, rain started pouring. 

Callum smiled up as the storm soaked him. 

Y/N turned to him. “Hopefully that does it.”

“Thank you, Lady Y/N. You do not know the miracle you have bestowed upon us.” 

Then he watched on as Eris immediately removed his cloak to cover Y/N’s head and protect her from the rain. 

“Follow me,” Callum said. “There is an inn where you can seek shelter.” 

Eris grabbed her hand again, hurrying them to follow Callum. 

But when they reached an inn at the edge of the forest, the two of them were already soaked. 

Y/N giggled from the ridiculousness, especially when she looked up at Eris to find how irritated he seemed about being wet. 

Without realizing what she was doing, she stepped forward to brush some stray hair off his face and behind his ear. 

“Shall we have a drink?” She asked his sweetly. 

And just like that, Eris’ irritation disappeared and he smiled down at his mate. 

He nodded and nudged his head at the barstools in the tavern that was the bottom floor of the inn. 

His sentries were close on their heels, eyeing the patrons who had already been in the tavern upon their arrival. 

“Keep your distance,” Eris commanded. “I do not need you breathing down my neck.” 

They did as he said, grabbing tables and taking standing posts far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop on their High Lord’s conversation. 

The bartender clearly recognizes Eris, but didn't let it stop his gruff and abrupt attitude when he asked them what they wanted to drink. 

He slammed two giant mugs of ale in front of them, and then left them alone. 

“I see you have more clever tricks up your sleeve, little witch.” 

Y/N frowned a bit. “If I am being honest, they come as a surprise to me, as well.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Ever since that day you found me in the woods…something new has come to the surface. Something…powerful.” Her brow furrowed as her eyes glazed over and she remembered her last days in Night Court. “I almost killed Azriel when we were sparring. I summoned a lightning strike and it almost hit him.” 

Eris smirked. “It would have been a cause for celebration.” 

Y/N pinched his arm. “That is not funny!” 

But Eris’ amusement disappeared as he said, “I will not forgive him for what he did to you. You should have given him your wrath.” 

Y/N stared down into her ale. “The wind said you threatened him when you found out he forgot about me. I guess…I guess it makes sense now that I know our…umm…connection.” 

Eris watched her a moment before he answered. “Well, he would be dead if I did not care about how upset it would make you.” 

Y/N’s face got hot at his confession. So she distracted herself by looking around at the tavern. It was cozy and the light was colored in oranges and reds, only being lit by a hundred candles and two roaring fireplaces. 

“What are your thoughts on Falanaird?” Eris asked after a moment.

“It is beautiful,” Y/N answered immediately. 

“It is no Velaris,” he pointed out. Then a tiny bit of hope sparked in his eyes as he locked gazes with her and added, “But perhaps one day it could be.” 

“Or perhaps…” she replied slowly, “it will be better.”

Eris looked out the window as the rain pelted the glass harshly. “How long did you make it rain for?”

Y/N shrugged and looked a bit embarrassed. “I have not a clue.” 

He laughed. “We could be here all night.” 

“Good thing we’re already at an inn.”

Both their minds went to the scandalous implication of what she may have meant. 

But then Eris remembered what Feyre had once shared with him, what Y/N had confessed to her about her past lovers. And he couldn’t stop the darkness from taking over his face. His grip tightened dangerously on his ale. 

Unfortunately, Y/N interpreted Eris’ sudden shift as his disinterest in the idea of ever sharing a room with her at an inn. 

“Why have you been researching Autumn Court in the libraries?” 

“Library,” she corrected. “Singular.” 

He narrowed his gaze. “You know what I mean. Stop evading my question.” 

Y/N sighed. “I live here now, do I not? I figured I should learn about its history.”

“And you did the same for the Night Court when you lived there?” 

She opened and closed her mouth. “Well…umm n-no, actually.”

Eris looked out the windows again. “Thank you…for your help today, Y/N.” 

“You’re the one who burnt down that giant tree as if it were nothing.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he quickly told her. 

Y/N swallowed, sensing that he was going to say something that would make her heart skip a beat. 

“I find it…difficult deciding who I am supposed to be as High Lord of this court. I do not want to be my father, that I am sure of. But after centuries of wearing a mask…it’s harder to take it off than I ever could have imagined.”

She nodded. 

Eris stared at her a moment before finally confessing, “I find it easier with you at my side. That is what I am thanking you for.” 

Y/N reached for his hand, softly covering it. “Kindness is not a weakness. Just like cruelness does not equate to strength.” 

“Even Rhysand wears a mask to control his subordinates,” Eris argued. “I have seen his charades at the Court of Nightmares.” 

Y/N watched him with confusion. “But why compare yourself to him?” 

“You have seen the headway he’s made as High Lord. His true court is made up of dreamers, not high-borns given power by birthright alone. He has assured female Illyrians have the same opportunities to train as males, and tried his hardest to put a stop to wing clipping. The citizens of Velaris do not fear him, they respect him. How am I not to compare myself?” 

“That is his legacy, not yours.” She urged. “You have only been High Lord for a month, Eris. Give yourself time. You have plenty of it.”  

But Eris said nothing in return, only got lost in his internal battle of self loathing and unrealistic expectations he has put on himself. 

Y/N leaned forward. “Do you know why I insisted that Callum shows us the empty creek? Because I knew you could fix it. And what your people need to see is that you care – about them, about their cities. They need to see that you do not believe you are above their troubles.”

She leaned back. “So you go to village after village in Autumn Court, and you show them that you care.” 

Eris could stop his beaming from her words. “You will come with me?”

Because what did any of this matter if she didn’t?

Eris was starting to realize he couldn’t do any of it without her. 

“And when it is safe for you to leave?”

Y/N frowned at such a subject being brought up. 

She nodded toward the windows. “It has stopped raining.” 

One of his sentries approached. “High Lord, we should start our journey back to the Forest House before it gets too late.” 

Eris reached into his pocket for coins to pay the bartender. 

“Don’ botha,” the bartender spat his his thick accent. “It’s on the ‘ouse.” Then his eyes shifted between the two of them as he dried a glass. “For riddin’ us o’ that favver o’ yours. The both o’ yer.”

When they got outside, someone had already brought their horses for them. 

Y/N tried to return Eris’ cloak to him, quietly handing it to him. The thick fabric was damp for their attempt at shielding her from the rain.

Eris took it, lightly blew on it, and handed it right back to her. 

Y/N eyes widened in surprise when she found that it was completely dry and also warm like it had been sitting by a fire for hours. 

“Keep it,” he instructed firmly. “The sun is setting within the hour.”  

—

They were only 20 or so minutes from the Forest House when Eris saw Y/N’s head bob from falling asleep. 

Her horse, Aengus, kept moving closer and closer to Eris, as if he was worried for his rider and was making sure Eris would be able to catch Y/N if she fell off. 

She was in an exhausted and delirious daze. She could hear the conversations around her. But they felt unreal, like she was in a dream or sleepwalking. 

“Should we move her to the wagon to sleep, High Lord?” One of the guards asked quietly, as if he feared waking her. 

“That won’t be necessary.”

Then Y/N, half asleep, felt a tug on the right side of her saddle. A large mass mounted her horse and pulled themselves behind her in the saddle.

But she recognized Eris’ scent and warmth immediately, stopping her from startling and fully waking up. 

“You were falling asleep in your saddle, little witch. And at risk of falling right off your horse,” Eris whispered in her ear. “Go back to sleep.” 

His arms reached around her, taking her reigns and also caging in her body protectively. 

And she did just that, leaning back against her mate and falling into a deep sleep now that she knew she would be safe from falling off her horse. 

What she didn’t think about was that Eris could have easily winnowed both of them home. She would never put together that her mate finds any way to extend their time together – even if it existed as her falling asleep against his strong chest and he rode them home safely. 

Y/N barely stirred when they returned to the Forest House and Eris gently pulled her from the saddle, landing on the ground with her in his arms. 

His footsteps echoed down the halls.

“Cauldron, what happened?” She recognized Leonora’s worried voice in her sleep. 

“She is only sleeping, mother.”

“The poor thing must be exhausted. Waking up at the crack of dawn to train herself nearly to the point of collapsing. Only for you to force her on a trip to Falanaird afterward.”

Eris sighed. “She insisted. I am going right to the Weapons Master after putting her to bed to tell him their lessons are canceled tomorrow. She needs rest.” 

“Perhaps you should take the day, too.” Leonora urged. “Together.”

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[jinstronaut]

Emmeline! It has been a while; hope you're doing okay 💕 also, sorry for spamming your notes

inge my love !!!!! omg hello pls i've missed you i'm so happy you're back !!!!!!!

i am doing the best i can :')))) but i hope you're doing so so well !!! pls when i saw you pop up in my notifs (and on my dash) i was just so 😊💜✨💓 so pls don't be sorry at all uwu

[apompkwrites]

Also a different person from the other vocaloid peeps, I’ve been in the vocaloid fandom for… so long lol. Kingscholar!(name) gives me Abstract Nonsense by Neru. I mainly listen to ENG ver but I do still very much enjoy the original versions if they’re in another language!

Saying right here!! I do NOT remember the PVs so I’m not sure if they contain flashing lights or fast moving pictures! So watch with caution if you are sensitive to either of those! Also! Some of these songs contain and touch on touchy subjects! You have been warned!

Some vibes I get from the siblings from various songs are

Lil Rose: Lost One’s Weeping by Neru

Kingscholar!(name): Abstract Nonsense by Neru,

Lil Octo: Imagination Forest by Jin(part of Kagerou Project)

Bodyguard!Al-Asim!(name): Servant or Evil by Mothy

Galaling(lil Schoen-somethingsomethingIcan’tspell): Failure Girl by Kairiki Bear, Circus Monster by CircusP

Lil Shroud: Compared Child by TUYU, Apparently there’s a cheat code to happiness by Uta-P, Don’t Touch Me by Creep-P, Self-Inflicted Achromatic by nekobolo

Totally not kingscholar!(name) and Galaling: Magnet by minato. Another love-y song for them would be The Name of the Sin by Ryo

Imagining our lil octopoly with Reboot by JimmyThumb-P

Just the black sheep in general: ERROR by niki, I’m glad you’re evil too by Pinnochio-P, Game of Life. You’re a Useless Child by Kikuo, Irony by Scop, Hated by Life Itself by Kanzaki Iori, Hated Person Song by 164

Probably some but I can’t think properly: Copycat by CircusP, WILDFIRE!! by CIRCRUSH

If they snapped: MONSTER by KIRA

Saying right here but again just to be safe!! I do NOT remember the PVs so I’m not sure if they contain flashing lights or fast moving pictures! So watch with caution if you are sensitive to either of those! Also! Some of these songs contain and touch on touchy subjects! You have been warned!

You can kinda tell what kinda voca songs I listen to lol

www what a joy to answer because i get to listen to vocaloid music :D btw i put links for the specific lyrics i used as examples on each one! i wanted to go through some of my favorite covers/lyrics so there they are for your listening pleasure <3

a throwback for lost one's weeping <33 i see how lil rose fits especially with how the song focuses on education and how it brudens a child. except instead of the basic education system, it's ms. rosehearts.

couldn't take the love i had, so weak and burning low. but it grew into a weapon only hurting me, this i know... can you recite your dreams as a child? who threw those dreams down the drain? hey, who was it? but i already know. who is it okay to ask? hey, what do i do? it doesn't matter anymore! aaaaaaah!

abstract nonsense! listening to the og song and seeing the last lyrics was what sold me for being the lil cub. a very heavy song about want to die but being afraid to do so. and honestly, i feel like that does fit kingscholar!(name). instead of trying to die, they resort to running away </3 THIS SONG CONTAINS SUICIDE/SELF HARM!

ah, rate me and judge, that's all that you can do. ah, make me and break me, now just put my worst year on repeat. how pointless. i want to stop, so i jump into a path. how boring. i've become weary, so i start running away in the middle of my journey. i feel like crying from my suffering, but am unable to cling to anyone. and my voice is being ridiculed and ignored. to put it simply, i am merely a piece of junk.

aaaaa kagerou project!!!! i've never heard this song before but now i love it :OO onto the actual connection, this definitely fits lil ashengrotto! i love the idea that this could be where their fic could go? like they live so long in solitude but just one (mer)person comes around to pull them out of it <3

this world is plain and simple it seems. yes, i know that it's me who is strange. i'm just a monster that nobody gets and this will not ever change. so far away among all of the trees, in this old house that no one around ever would see… maybe that’s why no one visits, I guess I can empathize.

servant of evil yes yes yes yes yes!!!!! hhh imagine this being the center of a bodyguard!asim fic with asim!(name) sacrificing themselves by taking an assassination they know they cannot stop D: like the assassin comes from a group of people who see kalim as a hopeless ruler that will drive the asim name and all that they control into the ground. so bodyguard!asim is seen as a servant of evil by those same people.

i will serve until i die. fate had given us life, now the twins are damned with spite. even so i will guard you and block out all the pain. i will dirty my hands so your smile remains. let hellfire consume if that's what must be done, i will gladly play the part, so that you may shine, my sun... if the whole world plots to extinguish your light. if they find the need to make you break and cry. don't you worry, dear, i am right by your side. so just smile for me; it'll be alright. if the day comes that we are reborn once again, it'd be nice to play with you; so i'll wait for you 'til then.

circus monster is another callback for me but i've never actually listened to failure girl before now :O but i see both of them fitting shoenheit :( failure girl definitely plays more into their surface level feelings about their life if that makes sense? kinda that apathy at the beginning because of how much they mess up. and then circus monster plays more into their act that they put up to hide those feelings. but also it plays into schoenheit's want for their big brother who they look up to.

ah, see, i've played dumb again, pretending not to see. how good i've gotten at this. what is happening? i can hear you sing. they will not obey, they've been lead astray. will I still see you? i have to see you.

lots and lots of songs for shroud!(name) :OO obviously, compared child does fit with the story of ortho being the "better" shroud. i love the connection of cheat code with the fact that idia is obsessed with video games? and maybe that bled into (name) to feel a bit closer to their still grieving brother.

hoo there's more okay. don't touch me (hehe dhmis), funny enough, matches an idea i have for the fic? since when were you in my drafts 🤨? anyway, self inflicted achromatic! this song does reflect shroud!(name)'s feelings the best. the idea that they're living and hurting everyone around them is what hurts the most :(

my left side hurts and it troubles me. i always felt the gap between us. i was alive but i was aiming too high. isn't it asking too much to do the impossible? "i don't care, just get it done." it feels unreasonable. don't let them see... delete your browser history. let them see lies. but you will die. fabricated truth of all the deceased. "sorry for your loss!" he was a lost cause. just by leaving I’m no one for another day. hundred lives, never changing them or anything. nobody there to scream, no more being mean to me. then could I have it all back in one piece?

since we've talked about magnet already, let's talk about the name of the sin :D i like the idea of the song being in schoenheit's perspective and the one they are singing about is kingscholar :O i guess it's the idea of schoenheit keeping that idea of wanting to have a good reputation so they put up a mask. but then kingscholar loves them at the end of the day, no matter what happens :(( hehe bonus this is another song for the idol au with asim!(name) :D

if I could become something i wanted to be, then I want to appear as a normal girl in front of you. but this very thought made my chest hurt. why am i me? "don't cry, I will always, until the day we die, be by your side. that's why from today onwards, you'll be a normal girl, okay?"

octopoly angst using reboot i see :O imagine we go with the idea that aster and lil leech get along... mostly. they have those big blow ups for fights but they don't necessarily hate each other. but ashengrotto hates these moments and they try to calm everyone down and diffuse the situation. but then. one fight something goes wrong and ashengrotto ends up dying, leaving the two eels. their death practically severs the relationship because the two eels are just trying to make sense of everything and get used to life now. just a series of loss and healing :(

honestly, just the whole mv i feel like encapsulates this idea so no specific lyrics. just video :D

okay post getting long but iconic songs like game of life, you're a useless child, hated by life itself, and copycat def fit the entire black sheep series/group as a whole :)

++possible insp for art?? mayhaps mayhaps

[efyra]

Bubble Bath • Fred Weasley

pairing: dad!fred weasley x mom!reader

summary: after an exhausting day at work, fred comes back home to his wonderful family.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: fluff (?); mentions of sex.

author’s note: i had a dream about having kids with fred and this idea came into my mind - so i just had to write it?

like always, i’m sorry for any grammar mistake 🥺

reblogs are always welcome

you can check my other works here

The first time Fred Weasley thought "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life" - which he could remember - was in a summer of 1985 when Bill and Charlie taught him and George how to play Exploding Snap. The second was when he started his studies at Hogwarts in September 1989. The third was the following year when he and George were accepted into the Gryffindor’s Quidditch team as beaters. The fourth time was on a winter's afternoon in 1993 when he had his first kiss. The fifth was when the dream of opening a joke shop with his twin had become even closer to reality after Harry gave them the Triwizard Tournament prize. The sixth was in a 1995 night when he lost his virginity. The seventh time was the day Weasley's Wizard Wheezes opened at Diagon Alley in 1996. The eighth was in May 1998 with the defeat of Lord Voldemort. The ninth was when he met you on a spring morning in 2001. The tenth time was when you agreed to go on a date with him a few days later. And since then, Fred Weasley had lost the count. 

But he remembered the most special days. 

The day you kissed. The first night you spent together. The lunch his mother prepared at the Burrow so that you could be introduced to the Weasley family. When you finally said "I love you" to each other. That afternoon you agreed to have a picnic, but you didn't check if it would rain and came home soaked. The next morning that Fred woke up sick and you made him some soup. The time you two couldn't sleep then you stayed up all night talking while drinking hot chocolate. When Fred asked you to marry him on the first day of a new year. That summer day in 2004 when you and Fred said "I do" and made a vow to love each other for all eternity. The dinner where you revealed that you were pregnant with your first child together. The day Maeve Weasley was born and your world had changed completely. And since then, Fred Weasley went to sleep every day thinking, "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life." 

He was enchanted with every little moment. 

Fred was thrilled the moment he hold Maeve for the first time and nested her in his arms; he pressed a delicate kiss on her forehead, feeling that newborn baby smell and watching her sleep peacefully, finally realizing that she was his baby - his baby to care for, to protect, to love; his daughter. 

He remembered the first time Maeve opened a toothless smile, that she babbled something in the baby’s language, when she ate solid food when she was six-months-old and ended up with banana puree - made by mommy - all over her face, the way she clapped her hands when she heard Hermione singing muggle’s nursery rhymes, when she took her first steps two weeks after her one-year birthday. Fred was not ashamed to admit that he cried when Maeve first called him "Daddy", that he got emotional every time she lay on his chest and fell asleep there as if it was the most comfortable place in the world, of how he couldn't stop smiling silly while watching her dance "head, shoulders, knees and toes". Since Maeve was born, Fred Weasley thought he couldn't be happier. 

But you got pregnant again; and in 2008, Alexander Weasley was born - better known as "lil’ Alex". 

And Fred was, once again, in heaven. 

Just like happened with Maeve, he was enchanted by his son from the moment he heard that little weeping for the first time; he couldn't help but be amazed to see that the e/c color of your irises were reflected in Alex's eyes, that his nose was very similar to his father's and that he had much more hair than his sister when she was born - and once again, he had fallen in love with that newborn baby smell. 

Fred's heart melted completely when he saw the scene of you in bed holding Alex in your arms while Maeve was sitting next to you, her neck stretching so she could see her little brother more closely; he opened a broad smile with that vision, the vision of his family - his to care for, to protect, to love, his family.

That day, Fred sat next to you on the bed, taking Maeve on his lap and placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body; he remembered the way you looked at him with a tender smile decorating your face and said: "you and I make beautiful babies," but before he could answer, Maeve exclaimed: "but Alex looks like smashed potato!”.  Fred used his free hand to tickle his daughter briefly, who let out an angelic laugh and squirmed in his arms, saying: "not the tickle monster, Daddy!", he laughed once again, kissing Maeve's fluffy cheek; his heart seemed to barely fit inside his chest of how much love he felt at that moment. Then, your head rested on his shoulder, Fred turned his head to give you a long kiss on the temple; you, in turn, lifted your face towards your husband, sealing your lips in a very short but passionate kiss - passion for the beautiful family you built together, for the life full of joys that awaited you and without forgetting, of course, the overwhelming passion you still felt for each other. 

It wasn't always easy. 

Despite the joys that fatherhood brought in your lives, conciliating raising your children with your jobs and the marital relationship was something that sometimes you failed at. Sometimes you fought for silly reasons, other times for more serious issues, but you never forgot that in the first place you loved each other. 

The worst fight you and Fred had was when the two of you were facing difficulties at work, and without even noticing it, you started to take your frustrations out on each other; you both spent a whole day not talking - just talking about your children - but in the late afternoon, when you and the redhead were distracted with work matters while Maeve and Alex were playing in the middle of the  living room, your daughter shouted cheerfully: "Mom, Dad, look! Alex likes when I dance!", the two of you immediately dropped the papers you were reading and watched the scene before your eyes: Maeve - with 3 years-old - was making extravagant ballet moves and Alex - who had just completed 8 months - was sitting on the fuzzy carpet, applauding his sister with a smile of few teeth decorating his face. At that moment, your eyes met with Fred's, and as if you were having a mental conversation, you two agreed: "No work in this world was more important than this: Maeve dancing ballet while Alex applauded". When the children slept, you had a long talk and made up in the best possible way: in bed. 

And you were fine. Better than just fine; you and Fred were happy with the life you built together. And even if some days weren't so good, the redhead would still sleep thinking that he had lived the happiest day of his life because it was one more day by your side while raising your children together, because it was one more day with his family. 

Today, Fred felt exhausted; he and George stayed until later at the shop because they needed to make an inventory of their products, and even though they had several employees so they didn't need to overload themselves with work, that task was something they didn't trust anyone else to do but each other. 

As soon as he arrived at his home through Floo Network, Fred was surprised that there was nobody in the living room and that no three-years-old girl jumped on his arms saying: "Daddy, Daddy, you're home!", but he heard laughter coming from the upper floor. He took off his shoes and socks, leaving them in the corner, and went upstairs; Fred followed that familiar sound and stopped in front of the bathroom suite you two shared, which was with the door ajar. 

For a moment, he allowed himself to watch the scene: inside of a huge white ceramic bathtub, were his wonderful children and sitting on a stool right next to it while holding Alex - who had already completed one year old - with both hands, you were wearing only a simple t-shirt and cotton shorts, your hair was in a tight bun on the top of your head; you were laughing while looking at Maeve, who was pretending to be a fish and imitating Dory's line in "Finding Nemo" when was speaking whale - you two really thanked Hermione for all the childish entertainment she introduced to you over the years -; the little girl was talking to Alex - who was supposed to be the whale.

"Ah, so you’re there" Fred said with a broad smile on his face; Maeve exclaimed an excited "daddy", splashing drops of water on all directions when she jumped. "I thought I was abandoned" he joked, walking towards the bathtub, and squatting close to where you were. "Hi, baby."

"Hi, love" you answered, smiling sweetly and leaning slightly towards your husband so you can greet him with a peck on the lips. 

Fred also greeted his children, saying tenderly: "Hi, little princess. Hi, little prince"; you two chatted distractedly while watching your children play in the bathtub - Maeve still pretended to be a fish and Alex played with a rubber duck. 

"How was your day?" he asked. 

"Normal" you shrugged. "Nothing new, which is a relief." 

"That's good. And how are our little angels?" 

"They've had dinner, played a lot and now they're taking a bath to go to bed. Did you have dinner?" 

"Yes, I ate something at the shop with George." Fred placed a hand on your knee, squeezing it gently. "I'm sorry for staying..."

"Don't apologize" you interrupted him. Your husband had never helped you to take care of the children; he had never helped you because that was his job too - he wasn’t “helping” you; he was taking care of his kids. Fred never expected compliments or medals for putting his children on bed, for giving them food, for waking up in the middle of the night when they were crying or for changing diapers; he knew that those were his responsibilities as much as they were yours. "I know" you sent him a reassuring smile. Days like this when you and Fred didn't do those things together were very rare - after all, you were partners for life. 

"Thank you" your husband smiled.

"And what about your day? Could you finish the inventory?" you asked. 

He let out a tired sigh, watching Alex chewing on the rubber duck. "Well... yes, but not everything. I still need..." 

"Daddy!" Maeve demanded his attention, interrupting him. "Look what I can do!" she said before immersing her head in the water for a short second before pulling it up again, her hair sticking to her cheeks as she wiped the water off her face. "See?" she opened her eyes and looked at her father, waiting for his answer. 

The redhead didn't take long to react, quickly applauding enthusiastically. "Wow, princess! You truly are a little fish! Did you see her, Mommy?" he looked at you. 

"I did, Daddy!" you smiled. "Our little Maeve already is a big girl!" 

Fred got rid of his jacket and tie, rolled up his sleeves to his elbow and sat on the bathroom floor, standing next to the bathtub as he listened intently to his daughter tell him about her fun day with Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur; Maeve said that Uncle Harry and Ginny showed up for a visit, so she played with her cousins all afternoon - she was asleep when you arrived at the Burrow right after work, but Alex was very agitated. 

You both took the opportunity that the little girl was very distracted and started to give your children a bath; you were soaping Alex's body while Fred washed Maeve's hair. He took the handheld shower and used it to rinse the shampoo, being careful to not let the foam fall in her eyes or ear. So, you two changed; now, you washed Maeve's body while Fred poured the baby shampoo on Alex's hair. Your husband stayed on his knees, leaning over the bathtub to hold his son firmly with one arm while using the other to give him a bath; the one-year-old was still very focused on chewing the rubber duck. 

Fred laughed. "You really like this toy, don't you, big boy?" he said to his son, who looked at his direction with his big e/c eyes. "This lil' duck is tasty, isn't it?" he said in a higher pitch and musical tone. Alex pushed the rubber toy away from his mouth just to laugh at his father, bouncing in his arms. "Yeah, you like it," the redhead smiled. "Maybe you can tell Grandpa Arthur what is the function of these rubber ducks, huh?"

You were washing Maeve's armpits when you heard the sound of your son laughing; you looked at that direction and a broad smile appeared on your face as you watched Fred talking to Alex about his toy. Then, your daughter also laughed. 

"Mommy!" she said between laughs. "You're tickling me!" 

"I'm sorry, honey," you said with a smile, pulling the little girl close so you could give her a kiss on the cheek. 

Minutes later, the children were properly dressed in their pajamas and Fred went to take a bath. And the scene he found when he returned to his room was even more adorable than the one in the bathroom: you were with your back against the headboard and, on each arm, you nested Maeve and Alex while singing them a lullaby as they were drinking hot milk from their bottle. 

His daughter was the one who saw him leaning against the door, she demanded that he come to bed with you, and as soon as Fred did, Maeve left her position to lay her head on her father's chest - now you and Fred were lying on the edge of the bed and your children in the middle of you two. 

"Daddy, can you tell us a story?" the little girl asked. 

"I don't know, honey," he said. "Mommy was singing."

"But the song's over, isn't it, Mommy?" your daughter looked at you. 

"Yes, dear" you nodded, opening a little smile. 

"Will you, Daddy? Please?" Maeve made a pout. "Alex also wants you to tell us a story," she looked at her little brother, who was almost asleep on his mother's arms. "Yes, Daddy, tell us a story," she said in a soft tone - as if it was the little boy talking - "see? He wants it too!" 

You both laughed at your daughter's little trick. "Well, Daddy, it seems they want you to tell us a story," you shrugged, still with a smile on your face. 

"How can I deny a request from the three loves of my life, huh?" Fred smiled, squeezing Maeve in his arms and giving her a kiss on the forehead. 

You listened carefully as your husband told the story of two fire-haired brothers who fought against a terrible one-eyed monster and managed to obtain a precious magical item: a map that led them to various adventures around the world. And when the two brothers discovered how to get to the Candy Land, you and Fred noticed that your children were already deeply asleep in your arms. 

You both shared a look and a smile. A passionate look at the love that existed in your family. A proud smile for the life you had together. 

"I love you" your husband whispered at you.

"I love you too" you whispered back. 

And before Fred fell asleep, he thought, "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life."

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