#if my wife who looks like this left me i too would fly into an insane rage

[loreandletters]

The most important fact is that Jake’s is fine. He is a-okay with being left in a haunted cemetery. All alone. In the middle of the night. He’s also pretty poor, and since fear is costly, being fine and being is his only option. 

Ghosts? Psha! Try looking at his bills, those are scary. Eyeless ghouls? Good thing it doesn’t cost much to scribble out a talisman or sprinkle some salt. Some wannabe witches trying to summon the devil? Not on his fucking watch! Those candles leave a mess, don’t they know that?

People look down on cleaning, but doesn’t anyone realize that the sanitation department runs the world? Garbage men keep the streets clean, ushers man the stores, and Jake weeds and washes graves. What better honor is there than guarding the deceased from moss and mold? No better money too.

Jake’s lamp flickers as he pulls up another weed. 

“Money, money, money,” Jake sings, forcing himself not to rush, “must be funny, in a rich man’s world.”

The grave is illuminated poorly, the mossed over letters just barely spelling out ‘here lies Jasmine Helma, the sweetest wife a man could ask for.’ It’s also just barely enough to see the half-screaming ghostly face sticking out of the stone. Jake hums patiently, plucking more weeds that are growing at the foot of the grave.

80 bucks an hour, 560 a night, 3,300 a week, 13,00 a month, 160,000 a year. Jake chants, the mantra beating religiously within his cranium. The numbers aren’t exactly accurate, but what rich man counts pennies? (he also heard somewhere that rhymes help ward off misfortune) 80 bucks an hour, 560 a night, 3,300 a week, 13,00 a month, 160,000 a year.

Yeah, he hasn’t been here more than six months, so what? He makes it a year, that’s a six figure salary! All for picking weeds and scrubbing stone (along with the occasional security). He doesn’t need a degree or some nepotism (both of which he doesn’t have), just a spine of steel. Honestly, he doesn’t have that either, but for 160k he does. He’ll fucking sprout wings and fly if they asked him to.

….Jake’s really poor.

Not for long though, he promised himself.

“I’ll kill you!” the ghoulish face shrieked, mouth cranked inhumanly wide, unmoving yet still speaking, “you cheating manwhore! I’ll kill you!”

“I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay,” Jake sings. Ghosts like these forget they’re dead, and only repeat what the last thing they said before they died. It happens the longer they stick around. Their looks fade, their voices lose any recognizable lilt, leaving them with a dragging, wretched voice that is indistinguishable from any other ghost. 

“I’ll kill you! You cheating manwhore! I’ll kill you!”

 “Ain’t that sad?” Jake wasn’t shivering out of fear, he was just cold. Who cared if she was screaming? That wouldn't pay his rent, picking these weeds would. 

“I’ll kill you!”

“And still there never seems to be, a single penny left for me,” Jake fixed his flickering lamp, hand dipping into the bucket of soap and water to fetch the sponge.

“You cheating manwhore!”

“That’s too bad.” Jake began to scrub. He scrubbed around the headstone, around the ghost, and when he was done, everything but that one spot was sparkling clean. The night chilled his drying hands but Jake muscled on. 80 bucks an hour, 560 a night, 3,300 a week, 13,00 a month, 160,000 a year.

“Cleaning again, Jacob dear?”

“If I got me a wealthy man, I wouldn’t have to work at all,” James' voice immediately became louder, singing now ringing across the graveyard, “I’d fool around and have a ball!”

The floating annoyance chuckled, “if that’s a yes to my offer, I’m afraid you’ll have to be more clear.”

It was a month ago now that he’d chased off the amateur witches. They were ambitious kids, and like all kids, stupid. Breaking into a graveyard to play with powers beyond their control, who does that? Without Jake they likely would have died. Unfortunately, they were skilled idiots. Skilled enough to summon something, just not a demon. Jake isn’t a witch so he can’t say what exactly, only that it isn’t one of hells many soldiers. That’s why the thing calls him by a fake name. He may not know much, but he isn’t stupid enough to be giving out his real name to anyone who asks. For some reason It’s stuck in the graveyard, and because Jake’s only job is to clean the graveyard not fix the graveyard, that isn’t his problem. It’s just another thing he needs to ignore.

“Money, money, money, must be funny, in a rich man’s world!” Jake has been singing this song for the past hour, stuck on a couple verses because he doesn’t actually know the whole thing, and he’s too scared right now to think of another. He’s fine though! Don’t lose it now, Jake. Remember, 80 bucks an hour, 160,000 a year - keep your eyes on the prize!

The next grave has a ghoul hiding behind it, the monstrous thing shivering as it tries to take refuge in the shadow of the headstone. They’re relatively harmless so long as you don’t start chasing them. Just to be sure, he has a shitty talisman that he’d haggaled a priest for, though to be honest he probably shouldn’t have bothered. They tend to feed on happier victims. 

It’s their form that unnerves most people; twig like limbs, far too long for the small torso they’re connected to, with muscles all distorted and twisted. Freaks folks out. Luckily, they're more shadow than physical, so he doesn't worry about stepping on them. He begins his process again, picking weeds and trashing rubbish. Must have been the teenagers again. Don’t they have anything better to do with their time?

“Money, money, money,” Jake sings, loud as he can. The not-demon thing trails behind him. 

“Oh Jacob, I could give you money and so much more,” the being takes on a young man's form tonight, chest exposed by an open shirt, the body underneath toned, skin shining in the moonlight as It lays back in the air. Confident in the image It’s made, as if Jake will fall over at the sight alone. “All you have to do is ask.”

Thick manicured hands run across the shapeshifted body in a lustful fashion. Tonight, the face is sharp and beautiful, wet lips and curly hair, with green eyes as sparkling as gems. There’s a pout on his lips. Last shift the thing had taken on a woman, and before that a large wolf, and before that, a cripple - anything to pull his heartstrings. Friendship, romance, companionship - what will it take for Jake to say yes? There’s only one answer, of course.

Money. Money is why he’s here. Best part? This job will get him all his desires without asking him for his soul. He’ll pay off his debts, his rent, his brother's medical bills and he’ll get to be alive to enjoy it. 

So, Jake grits his teeth and bears it. The ghosts, the ghouls, the not-demon; just sings, scrubbing at a leisure pace so that maybe he can get an extra hour on his shift tonight. I mean, c’mon, it’s 80 an hour. Wouldn’t you? 

You've been hired to clean a graveyard every night for 80 bucks an hour. Its haunted. And by god you are going to make that 80 bucks an hour

[chuluoyi]

✎ baby to the rescue

- gojo satoru x reader

in which gojo recruits your baby son to “save” you from a credit card salesman

genre: immense fluff !! baby gojo and dad!gojo shenanigans~

note: based on this and this reel. with this i hereby declare that anything past chapter 235 is null and void HAHA anyway, i truly want to post remarried empress au by this week but since 261 leaks hurt me so much, i need more fluff so have to postpone it to next week :') tagging @karikari19hikariiii <3

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Your husband Gojo Satoru... is handsome as hell, which means your baby son is also undeniably good-looking.

"Why do you pout at me?" Satoru poked his squirming baby's cheek while pursing his lips too. "C'mon, smile! That auntie is smiling at you!"

Everyone who passed by them in Shinjuku shopping district turned heads to admire him and his pumpkin just a little longer, and Satoru visibly enjoyed the attention. He smiled back at them, occasionally winking even.

If only they knew how pretty his wife was too...

Wait, no! On second thought, if they know how hot you are, there will be problems!

You had left him to go to the nearest pharmacy to restock some things, while Satoru decided to entertain his baby in the toy section. He basked in the starry-eyed looks people were giving him... until he heard some strange sounds and turned to his baby boy—

—who was chewing the beak of a duck toy with all his might. Satoru was mortified.

"—! Let that go! Your mama will beat me if she sees you eating this!"

Your baby paid him no mind though, desperately pushing the duck into his mouth. Satoru sat him on one of the empty racks and began the tug of war—

"Let go!" he reprimanded. "You're so naughty, gods—!"

Some people were now openly giggling at both of them. His son tried to resist by rolling, and Satoru clicked his tongue. He then yanked the toy away until his baby finally let it go, sniffling sadly that his papa wouldn't let him have the duck.

"Oh, you..." he picked him up again and consoled the pumpkin. "You can't do that, you hear? First, it's not clean. Second, mama will grow two heads to chew you and me both, understand?"

No, your son totally didn't understand a thing. Satoru sighed, seeing his little blue eyes welling up with tears. He ruffled his head and pulled him close. "There, there... I'll get you ice cream, okay? Now let's go."

Satoru was determined to turn his son back into a smiling, happy baby. But just as he was about to head towards the ice cream parlor, he encountered the most unbelievable sight—

"Miss! I guarantee you'll love this credit card features!"

You. That was clearly you, and a salesman (or a bozo, in Satoru's eyes) was trying to bother you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no— thank you—"

Yet the bozo was still persistent, like the pesky fly he was. "You can use it to pay for your monthly beauty treatments! Someone as pretty as you..." He eyed you from head to toe, blinking suggestively. "Oh my! Your skin is flawless! You have to maintain it this way! I can also give you recommendations for—"

You were wearing a flare dress that made you look so young and petite, and obviously, Satoru too was lusting after you. And true, your skin was smooth like a soft serve of mochi, but still!

You are meant for him and his eyes only! Oho, this bozo would get heavenly punishment.

He had to get to you somehow, but this was public space and if he cooked up some sort of shenanigan, you would put him in sex ban. I can't have that! so Satoru wracked his brain to think of another way...

Once again, his gaze fell on his now calm baby, who was also looking at his mama over there with utter curiosity. And an idea immediately popped up in his mind.

"Hey, kiddo, look at that, a bad man is trying to take your mama," Satoru nudged him as if trying to egg him on. "We can't let that happen. Will you help me to save her, hmm?"

"Mama..." your baby looked back at him so innocently before smiling. "Mamaaa!"

"Good boy." Gods, his baby was so adorable, he almost felt bad for doing this but...

Swallowing his guilt, thinking he would make it up later, he pinched his son's butt a little too firmly—

"WAAAA!" and suddenly, the little boy burst into tears, and even Satoru was surprised by the sheer volume of his wail.

The sudden inconsolable sound of your baby sent you scrambling in panic, your eyes wildly searching for him, completely disregarding the credit card man. "My baby!"

"Eh?" the credit card man was visibly surprised. "Oh... so, you're married...?"

You immediately made your way towards Satoru and snatched your baby from him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, there, there... What happened to you?" you shot your husband a distaste look as your son kept wailing. "Satoru, why is he crying?"

He nonchalantly shrugged. "Maybe missing his mama? Dunno~"

By now, you had completely forgotten the credit card bozo, but he still looked at the three of you in mild surprise. Satoru took this chance to approach him and whisper in his ear:

"You see, my wife doesn't need your credit card," he whistled. "My cards or lumpsum money will do more than enough."

After seeing how pale the bozo looked, Satoru chuckled darkly... before leading you and your son away from the crowd, with one arm possessively around your waist.

Epilogue

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry, okay!?"

Satoru looked down at his son in utter hopelessness, as the little boy refused to be held by him, looking at him with teary, resentful eyes, and backing away from him in his playpen.

Can babies hold a grudge? Satoru didn't know, but his son definitely was not happy with him, and he couldn't think of any other explanation other than his sin against him back this afternoon.

"I've bought you mochi ice cream!" he opened his palm to reveal the treat. "Don't you want some? Papa will give you some, yeah?"

Baby looked skeptical now, and at that moment, he resembled you so much—accusing eyes, pursed lips, exactly like the expression you would pull when you were unsure of what Satoru might do next. He almost chuckled at the resemblance, feeling giddy.

"C'mon, forgive me, yeah?" he patted his son's little beanie and offered his hand for him to take, eyes crinkling in fondness. "Now, here comes your treat, come closer?"

Your baby crawled closer, seemingly accepting him, and Satoru was all smiles, until—

Whack!

It happened in a flash. He could have avoided it, but he was too taken aback. The pain exploded in his jaw, so intense that he grunted loudly.

"What the—?! You... you—! You kicked me— in the face!"

[mellosdrawings]

When you need to declare your love to your wife but it is so strong you can't help but revert back to french.

You know the perk of being french ? I can write Rook rambling haha !

(Though I am incapable of writing poetry, so here is the poem I used and its approximate translation:

Je respire où tu palpites,

Tu sais ; à quoi bon, hélas !

Rester là si tu me quittes,

Et vivre si tu t'en vas ?

(I breathe where you throb, you know ;

What for, alas! stay here if you leave me, and live if you go away?)

A quoi bon vivre, étant l'ombre

De cet ange qui s'enfuit ?

A quoi bon, sous le ciel sombre,

N'être plus que de la nuit ?

(What good is living, being the shadow of this fleeing angel?

What for, under the dark sky, being from the night only?)

Je suis la fleur des murailles

Dont avril est le seul bien.

Il suffit que tu t'en ailles

Pour qu'il ne reste plus rien.

(I am the flower of your walls for which April is the only good.

You only need to leave for me to be left with nothing.)

Tu m'entoures d'Auréoles;

Te voir est mon seul souci.

Il suffit que tu t'envoles

Pour que je m'envole aussi.

(You surround me with Halos;

I care only about seeing you.

You need only to take flight for me to fly too.)

Si tu pars, mon front se penche ;

Mon âme au ciel, son berceau,

Fuira, dans ta main blanche

Tu tiens ce sauvage oiseau.

(Should you leave, my front/forehead shall lean ;

My soul in the sky, its cradle, will flee,

In your white hand you hold this wild bird.)

Que veux-tu que je devienne

Si je n'entends plus ton pas ?

Est-ce ta vie ou la mienne

Qui s'en va ? Je ne sais pas.

(What would I become, should I not hear your steps anymore?

Is it your life or mine that is fleeing ?

I cannot tell?)

Quand mon orage succombe,

J'en reprends dans ton coeur pur ;

Je suis comme la colombe

Qui vient boire au lac d'azur.

(When my thunder dies down, I take some from your pure heart ;

I am like the dove that just drank in the azur lake.)

L'amour fait comprendre à l'âme

L'univers, salubre et béni ;

Et cette petite flamme

Seule éclaire l'infini

(Love makes the soul understand the universe, healthful and blessed ;

And this lonely little flame shines upon the endless)

Sans toi, toute la nature

N'est plus qu'un cachot fermé,

Où je vais à l'aventure,

Pâle et n'étant plus aimé.

(Without you, all of nature is only a closed cell where I go on an adventure,

Pale and no longer beloved.)

Sans toi, tout s'effeuille et tombe ;

L'ombre emplit mon noir sourcil ;

Une fête est une tombe,

La patrie est un exil.

(Without you, everything falls apart ;

Shadows fill my dark eyebrow ;

A feast/party is a tomb,

The homeland is an exile.)

Je t'implore et réclame ;

Ne fuis pas loin de mes maux,

O fauvette de mon âme

Qui chantes dans mes rameaux !

(I beg and demand ;

Do not flee any longer from my pain,

O warbler of my soul who sings in my twigs!)

De quoi puis-je avoir envie,

De quoi puis-je avoir effroi,

Que ferai-je de la vie

Si tu n'es plus près de moi ?

(What could I want?

What could I be afraid of?

What would I do of life without you by my side?)

Tu portes dans la lumière,

Tu portes dans les buissons,

Sur une aile ma prière,

Et sur l'autre mes chansons.

(You carry in the light,

You carry in the bushes,

On a wing my prayers,

On the other my songs.)

Que dirai-je aux champs que voile

L'inconsolable douleur ?

Que ferai-je de l'étoile ?

Que ferai-je de la fleur ?

(What will I tell to the fields that hide my inconsolable pain?

What would I do of the star?

What would I do of the flower?)

Que dirai-je au bois morose

Qu'illuminait ta douceur ?

Que répondrai-je à la rose

Disant : " Où donc est ma soeur ?"

(What will I tell to the morose forest that illuminated your softness?

What will I answer at the rose asking "Where is my sister?")

J'en mourrai ; fuis, si tu l'oses.

A quoi bon, jours révolus !

Regarder toutes ces choses

Qu'elle ne regarde plus ?

(I would die ;

Flee if you dare.

What is the point, days gone! of looking at all those she no longer looks at?)

Que ferai-je de la lyre,

De la vertu, du destin ?

Hélas ! et, sans ton sourire,

Que ferai-je du matin ?

(What would I do of the lyre, of virtue, of destiny?

Alas! And, without your smile,

What would I do of the morning?)

Que ferai-je, seul, farouche,

Sans toi, du jour et des cieux,

De mes baisers sans ta bouche,

Et de mes pleurs sans tes yeux !

(What would I do, alone, wild, without you, of days and heavens,

Of my kisses without your lips,

And of my tears without your eyes!)

Il suffit que tu t'envoles pour que je m'envoles aussi - Victor Hugo

(You need only take flight for me to fly too))

[rafesfavbimbo]

Hi! It's me again, Request!! Stepdaddy!rafe x naive!sweetheart!reader, rafe marrying readers mom because he realize his age ain't going down so he eventually would have to settle down (late 30s!rafe) and he thought he found the one to settle down with. Until, she introduced her daughter to rafe (she's basically every man's dream and woman's envy) and rafe falls HARD.

Suddenly, he's taking the reader out for a shopping spree, buying her jewelries, shoes, designer clothes, bags, and anything she wants. At first, the mother thought he was just being nice to her daughter until words got around on how he acts around her compare to how he acts around his wife (or not, could be married or just live in). And she started getting sus abt them and so on....

HOPEEE YOU'LL GIVE THIS A TAKE/CHANCE, IF NOT THEN IZZ OKAYYY LOVE YOU STILL 💌🩷!!

absolutely. ABSOLUTELY. GAHHHH!! ILY!! 🐰🌸💕

Pairing: Older!Rafe Cameron x Stepdaughter!Reader

Part 2 Here

A/N: This is so hot idc I’m sorry. Going to make this into a couple parts I think!

TW: EVENTUAL SMUT!!! Eventual step-cest! INFIDELITY! (not on reader)

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Rafe felt like the clock was ticking, that time was fading away and him along with it. He was in his late 30s now, just as handsome as ever but not getting any younger. His father was pushing him to settle down, have some kids. He needed to make a life for himself and build his own little family. So that’s exactly what he did, he went out and found himself the most primmed and proper Kook and made her his wife.

Rafe’s wife was beautiful, stunning even. She was just a couple years older than him but he didn’t mind. She was a socialite with a taste for status and luxury, both of which he could provide. He won’t lie, he actually really likes her. He loves her even. Not just physically but she can make him laugh, has a taste for the high-life like himself and the sex was good, satisfying. He immediately knew he could settle down with her so he decided to, and it didn’t take much convincing on his part. She loved how handsome he was, his acclaimed status in Kildare and fuck was he loaded. In just a few months the two were quickly throwing an engagement party and a small beach wedding attended by their closet friends and family which happens to be the other Kook’s of Kildare. They were happy together, and love was quickly building.

The newlyweds quickly settled into Tannyhill which Ward left to them as a wedding present and began their new lives together. Life was good, he was flying high with a beautiful wife that was ready to build a legacy and family with him. Rafe felt like everything was going smoothly until she dropped a fucking bomb on him. “A daughter?! You have a fucking daughter?!” He shouted, shock evident on his features as his face reddened with anger and betrayal. Why the fuck would she keep this from him? “I’m sorry Rafe, listen-“ she was quickly cut off by him storming out of the room, following him along like a scorned puppy looking for validation from their owner. Her lips downturned at his attitude while he scowled sitting on their couch, laying his head in his hands as he breathed heavily.

“She’s 19. I had her when I was a teenager when some tour-on came. I-I quickly gave up the rights to her father which is who she’s been living with since she was a baby in Los Angeles.” She spoke calmly, moving stealthily as she gently sat next to him. She took his hands in hers and forced him to look in her eyes as she continue to speak. The two staring each other down as she continued on, “I’ve sent her child support and a card every year. But.. she just told me her father passed away. She’s got no one Rafe, he was her only family and now I’m her only family. I’ve neglected my little girl for so many years and now that I’m in a situation where I can fully help her out I want too. My family was ashamed of her, I was ashamed. But I’m almost 40 an-and I don’t want to regret not knowing my daughter or my daughter not knowing her mother. Please honey, she needs me. She needs us.” She finished, tears streaming down her cheeks as she moved to cup his face. Looking at him with despair as Rafe sighed and shut his eyes tightly, opening them back up with resolve swirling in them.

“Okay,” he sighed, cupping her face in his hand and give her lips soft pecks as she moved to curl her hands into his white button up. Relaxing into him immediately and looking into his eyes with love as he told her, “she can come live with us.” Joy sparked in her eyes as she gripped him in a tight hug, a series of ‘thank yous!’ falling from her filled lips as she jumped up and reached for her phone. “I’m going to call her, she’ll be so excited. Oh honey, you won’t regret this! I promise!” She bent down to give him one last big smooch as he smiled at her and watched her scurry away with the phone to her ear.

Little did she know he wouldn’t regret it, but she would.

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A/N: I know this is so short but I want to build it up! If I should continue this on let me know! Also if you’d like to be added to a taglist pls also lmk! ENJOY!! 🐰🌸💕

[softieekayy]

Intertwined

Hannibal Lecter x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Hannibal Lecter was a stoic man with stoic impressions. He did his job, he left and he came home. Not many people knew much about him and the one who did, Will Graham, was a mystery of his own.

Having said that, there was one person who knew his entire soul, for their souls were entangled with each other. Hannibal’s wife. She knew him and his antics like the back of her hand. It was to be expected, especially since they’ve known eachother since Hannibal was a young man in medical school and her a young teenage girl with a crush on him. He never entertained it through, no, he always taught her things that she found useful later in life. It was fate who decided that they would spend the rest of their lives together.

Hannibal would do anything for his wife, she was his sun, moon and entire universe. He worshiped the floor she walked on. Not to mention that the young Mrs. Lecter was a beautiful woman with shiny hair and satin like skin. She was ethereal and people often thought she was an angel posing as one of their kind simply because of her beauty. Her beauty didn’t end physically, not at all. The young woman was a saint. She wouldn't hurt a fly, in fact, she would nourish it and then set it free.

“Why is he so hard to cut up!” (Y/n) whined to her husband, stomping down her expensively clad feet in a tantrum, blood seeping into her satin, champagne coloured shirt, staining the material. In one hand she held a butcher's knife with blood coating it, the body beneath her indicating the frustration she very obviously felt.

“Well, darling” Hannibal grunted, “cutting people with knives like this isn’t easy.”

“Yeah I see that now, my love.” She muttered back, reverting to her former position on her knees and hacking away at Mr. Zaine Lammer’s arm. A disgusting man he was, objectifying Hannibal’s wife to him. The dinner the couple held was for charity. Just because they killed people didn’t mean they were monsters. (Y/n) still loved and cared about children and would never harm them, they can be tuned and molded into anything you’d like. Unfortunately the same cannot be said for adults.

Hannibal looked over to his, completely entranced by the pure and utter annoyance on her face. She knew Hannibal killed, it wasn’t a secret to her. She’s helped with the crimes. However, (Y/n) preferred the killing and setting up the scene part, she did not like the hacking away at the body. No, she left that to her dear husband to do. Not that Hannibal minded. He’d prefer for her to not get touched by the blood of filth.

“Ugh. I give up. I can’t do this anymore.” The young woman stated, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Hannibal laughed at his wife’s reaction, making her glare at him.

“Don’t laugh at me Hans!” She told him, a small smile threatening to break out on her face. Hannibal looked at her, not saying anything but rather just observing. His wife was the most beautiful lady to have ever walked the earth. An angel that was put amongst sinners. He put down his knife and walked over to her, putting one arm around her waist and tugging her closer to his body, her hands resting on his chest.

“Hi.” She whispered softly with an equally soft smile gracing her face.

“Hello.” Hannibal whispered back, leaning down to steal a quick kiss from his wife.

He remembers meeting her like yesterday. She was a young little thing, younger than him, about 8-9 years or so. Yet when Hannibal saw her, she was the most beautiful person he’d ever set eyes on. The young woman had just been coming into the book store, soaked from the rain outside, hair sticking to her face and yet she still had a smile painted on her dark red lips. Hannibal watched her as she greeted the older man who ran the shop warmly before shedding her coat to let it hang. She turned around and caught Hannibal staring yet she gave him a smile too. Her quick movements reminded Hannibal of a cat, yet when he looked into her eyes for a brief moment, he saw his own reflection.

“I’ve never seen you around here.” She tells him, running her fingers across the spines of books before pulling one out. It was an old book with a forest green cover.

“I don’t live here, I’m just here to visit my aunt.” Hannibal didn’t tell her that Lady Murasaki was long dead and that he was just here to visit her grave. His aunt was a crucial part of his life, she shaped him into the man he is today.

The young woman nodded in acknowledgment, her hair moving along with it.

“Well it’s nice to meet you..” She trailed off, waiting for Hannibal to introduce himself.

“Hannibal lecter.” The older man introduced himself, shaking her hand gently. It was as soft as she looked. In return (Y/n) introduced herself. The two grabbed their books and spoke about everything and anything. Hannibal learned that she went to medical school here and frequented this bookstore often, hence her close relationship with the owner. Hannibal told her of Lady Murasaki and how he’s in charge of keeping her home. Before they knew it, time had passed and it was the dead of night, Hannibal walked her home and from there it took them to now. A married couple.

“We should really clean up.” (Y/n) grimaced, pulling away from Hannibal’s embrace to look at the mess on the floor. Hannibal agreed with her, the blood won’t come out easily if it’s been too long.

Hannibal pulled away from the embrace and went back to chopping up the man while his wife began to mix the solutions for cleaning.

Within another hour or so they were done. (Y/n) stood at the entrance of the basement with her hands over her hips, heaving lightly from all the scrubbing she did. Her once neatly done hair was now falling out of its place messily. Hannibal disposed of the meat in the freezer before walking back to his wife and kissing her on the side of her head, gently leading her upstairs with his hand on the small of her back.

“With all that leftover meat, we ought to have another dinner party. There’s only so much we alone can eat.” (Y/n) grumbled to Hannibal as they both reached the first floor of their home. She walked into the kitchen and took out two wine glasses before pouring her and Hannibal some.

“I agree.” Hannibal nodded. “We should invite Will, Jack Crawford and Alana Bloom for dinner these days.” He finished, taking a sip of his wine, watching his wife’s stare on him harden.

“You know I don’t like her yet you keep inviting her. Don’t be surprised if she ends up as our dinner one day.” (Y/n) warns him, anger seeping through her voice. The young brunette clearly had a crush on Hannibal, everyone around her could tell. Hannibal used that crush to manipulate her. His wife on the other hand, wasn't too fond of another woman making heart eyes at someone who belonged to her.

“You worry for no reason, even in death my heart will belong to you. Alana Bloom can’t match your intelligence or grace.” Hannibal comforted his wife, running his hand up and down her arm and she tucked herself closer into him. The younger woman hummed in response, taking Hannibal’s hand in her own and playing around with his fingers.

“I still don’t like her. That smug little face she makes towards me whenever you talk to her. All I can think about at that moment is how nice my hair pin would look coated in her blood.” (Y/n)‘s hand clutched tightly around Hannibal’s as she thought about Alana bloom. The brunette woman never failed to enrage Hannibal’s wife.

“She’s not worth you pretty little thoughts.” The older man told his wife, dragging his nose from the back of her neck to the side of her head, planting a living kiss. (Y/n) smiled slyly, turning her body to face him fully.

“You think me wanting to feel Alana’s blood on my hands is pretty?” She asked him, still smiling and toying with his hair. Hannibal latched his arm around her waist and pulled her atop him.

“I think everything you do is pretty.” He tells her and she hums. The two sit in silence for a while, sipping on their wine. No need for mindless chatter, being by each other's side was all that they needed. Hannibal knew that his wife would never betray him under any circumstances and she knew that Hannibal would never do anything to harm her. However they both knew that to drag attention away from one another, they may need to harm each other. It wasn’t a pleasant thought, it ripped Hannibal’s heart apart to even think about hurting his pretty little wife. His pretty wife with doe eyes. His pretty wife with a sinister smile. The two were a match in every sense possible, both hunters who enjoyed the art of killing. They were skilled and under Hannibal’s expertise and care, his young wife went from an amateur to someone just as talented as Hannibal.

“It's getting late, moonshine.” Hannibal uttered into her hair, nosing her hairline. She was wrapped around him, like a cat. Hannibal thought that if reincarnation was real then his wife must’ve been a cat in her past life.

“Yes, honey, I know. However there are no plans set in place for tomorrow.” She grinned, turning around and crawling onto him fully now. Hannibal held his wife by the waist, grinning.

“Are you suggesting we stay up late tonight Mrs. Lecter?” He asked her, caressing her hair. The two smiled like a lovesick teen age couple. So in love that it made others sick. Jack Crawford was one of them, he’d known the famous Mrs. Lecter since he’d met Hannibal.

“Yes I am. In fact, I’m suggesting that we go out for some ice cream.” She tells him, running a finger down the buttons of his shirt. Hannibal gasps in faux shock.

“Scandalous. You’re so very scandalous.” He tells her, shaking his head in disappointment. They both know it’s just an act anyway, Hannibal would bend over back wards for her. (Y/n) giggled before getting up and grabbing her coat. She waited for Hannibal to join her giddily, like a child who had far too much sugar.

“Shall we go?” Hannibal asked her, offering his arm for her to hold. (Y/n)’s hand softly tucked itself into the crook of Hannibal's arm as they headed out. Into the dark of the night, like wolves hunting for prey.

Tagging my lovelies: @jake-g-lockley @shawty-writes-a-little <3

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ᝰ.ᐟ 🐈‍⬛ — J.WW ; ! soon to be mrs

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. old money au ! [ smut, fluff & degrading kink oop- ]. idk why inspired by this song lol ꩜. | wc ; 1.8k.

“ who would’ve thought that you were to be with one of the most wealthiest men on earth? but being the wealthiest sure means being the busiest here you are sitting bored in the classiest bar in paris while being on a business outing with your dear fiancé. ”

if you told yourself four years ago that you are engaged to jeon wonwoo of jeon industries you would’ve laughed your ass off.

but now here you are sitting right beside him.

he had displayed his affection to you by holding your thigh with his veiny hands, his fingers brushing slowly on the delicate surfaces of your skin. but he was also giving more attention to the business man in-front of him and you.

now you would bang your head to the wall of boredom but you must admit that it is refreshingly breathtaking to your ears hearing the man talking business with his elegant french accent but you would’ve loved it more if your dear lover was making love to you in the penthouse owned by him.

but of course here he was not giving the attention that you’ve been needing all these two hours. trying squeezing your thighs together to relive some friction but eventually becoming a failed attempt the reason being your fiancé, giving you a blank stare for a moment meaning to warn you but you didn’t give a flying shit anymore you just wanted to get your brains fucked out.

a low sigh escaping your lips from clear frustration following a roll from your eyes which caused the french man to speak up “mademoiselle it must be tiring for being a wife of such a busy man” a chuckle out his lips while taking a sip from his martini, a giggle also left your lips with a response “well if I may say yes it is tiring but wonu always makes it up to me” a wink flew to wonwoo making him smile.

“by making up I’m sure you mean hurting his credit card” a hearty laugh from the client.

“well no, but the answer well… let’s just say it isn’t appropriate for a business scene like this” a smirk forming on your lips, enjoying every moment of this, but as your eyes shifted to your lover you couldn’t say the same, his eyes widened as he almost choked from his alcoholic drink from the words the graced your mouth.

but smoothly saved the awkward silence by saying “I think my darling angel here has had too many drinks” he chuckled but did not mean he found it funny one bit.

instead he was frustrated maybe even abit jealous if he may add he knew that bastard of a client was flushed when y/n said that, not to mention he dared to check his fiancé out too many times for his liking.

“well.. it was nice meeting you mr.aucalir but i think i need to take care of y/n here” he said putting a hand around your shoulder, signaling for you to get up from the comfy space of the chairs you were both sitting in. “ it was a pleasure having a drink with you mr.jeon & certainly a delight to have known soon to be mrs.jeon here” he said kissing you hand while you giggled away also went afar from the business man you just chatted with, coming close to wonwoo’s black porsche 718 spyder RS, his looks weren’t the only thing that was breathtaking but also his taste in cars.

the feeling of the seats leather warmed your skin but once you sat done his hand also warmed the flesh of your thigh once again but this time he gripped it tight, you knew you were in for a ride once you got home.

“wonwon you know i was joking my love?” batting your eye lashes at the male who was driving the car, but unsurprisingly you were meant by silence from him but the car sped faster, wonwoo knew your bratty little tricks and he wasn’t gonna give you what you desperately wanted easily.

after of what seemed like a decade of a car ride you finally stepped into the penthouse you guys had lived into for a short-period stay in paris, the simple yet sophisticated well decor gave the housing unit a warm yet elegant vibe, you’re admiration for the designing of the penthouse was cut short when your fiancé pinned your arms above your pretty little head to the wall leaving no space between your bodies, he wasn’t touching you thoroughly yet your panties soaked when he did the simple movement “nonu I didn’t mean to word it out like that I swear it was only for fun” you pouted, knees weakened as he stared into your pretty trapped hands around his & saw the big diamond rock around your finger, memories flowed when he asked to be his forever, then moved his beautiful orbed eyes and looked at yours with so much lust yet so much love.

“I think it’s about time you shut your dirty little mouth for me how about that doll?” he spoke as he left his lips dangerously close to yours eventually kissing you passionately.

his hands moved letting yours freed but went to your hips grabbing them, you wrapped your legs quickly around his waist, knowing this session was heading to the bedroom you slept in.

your roberto cavalli dress you’d previously had worn was now on the floor as you were on the bed, back on the silk mattress & now wonwoo was on top of you, taking off your classic black little thong a wet spot was felt by his hands causing him to laugh “dumb baby gets wet by anything don’t you?” throwing you a smug smile, “you were the one who-“ you get cut off, your own panties gagging you “that motherfucker” you thought as now you can’t do nothing but whine against the thong that was in your mouth.

“didn’t I tell you it’s time to you shut your mouth angel?” kissing your neck leaving purplish-redish marks against it, you knew he loved marking you, it was a way he would prove to the world you were his and his only.

you would be lying if you said that didn’t make you even more wet, whining & moaning louder as your lover moved from your neck to quickly ripping your black bralette that obviously matched your thong.

he groped one of your breasts in one hand with the other he bit & roughly kissed it.

he knew how sensitive your nipples were and oh boy you were in for a very long night, with each kiss the rougher on your poor nub, “mm those boobs were made for me weren’t they angel” he smiled against one of them as you would only moan loudly enjoying every bit of this moment, wonwoo the moved down to your wet sex, hot breathes against it.

kissing your inner thighs first then eventually after more teasing he sucked on your clit , your hands never moved faster down to his hair at that second, his eyes on yours as he licked & kissed away down there, you could only watch and was helplessly gagged by the panties as even your moans were painfully to let out by that you knew if it made you uncomfy he would remove it in a matter of moments.

but luckily you liked it no. loved it deep down you both know you were a little masochist.

“aww my dumb girl is struggling” he faked a pout then went back to tongue fucking your hole, stretching your tight little cunt out until a knot formed in your stomach feeling an orgasm coming, whining loudly as you tugged on his hair more harder, rolling your eyes you finally you came on his face.

panting heavily till you calmed down a little. momentarily after that he took the panties from your mouth & threw it somewhere around the dark natured bedroom, you begged him “please please nonu please fuck me I promise I’ll be a good girl “ as tears formed falling from your eyes, giving him the best puppy eyes ever “but I let you came no?” disappointed as you began to cry more, thinking of an idea of letting him into fucking you, you got on all fours pressing your ass on his clear raging boner “such a pathetic cocksleeve” but he smiled at how desperately you wanted him he found it cute even.

you heard his belt being taken off, you couldn’t be happier after hearing that you could scream you were getting what you wanted all night long “t-thank you s-so much nonu!!” how cute his cute little angel “always so polite when I give you my cock, I guess you are my good girl” he chuckled kneading the flesh of your ass then spanking each side of your cheeks loving the sight of it jiggling.

teasing you, sliding his dick against your folds, you whined pushing backwards to hope you would get him inside of you quickly, but he answers by grabbing your head and pushing down on the mattress with one hand and pushing his cock in your tight hole with the other.

make-up that took hours for you to finish was totally ruined.

your knuckles turned white from how you gripped at the mattress “w-wonnwon!!” moaning loudly feeling as he stretched you out completely by his big cock, “fuck a-always so fuckin’ tight f’me” he groaned thrusting slowly for you to adjust to his size then picking up the pace, skin slapping & lewd noises was filled with in the room.

“mm fuck this cunt was made f’me isn’t it princess, m’gonna wife you up ” you only muffled a mm! yeah! loudly as a response, too fucked out to respond correctly.

“gonna cum with me angel?” his thrusts sped up feeling his high he moaned and said again “cmon baby come with me s-shit” both moaning in unison riding your high together till he came & you squirted out on his cock.

loving the feeling of his warm seed in you, you whined after he pulled out and lied down on the bed with you “fuck that was really hot baby, squirting all for me” he pushed the hair out your face and leaves kisses all over your face, saying precious compliments on how you did good for him, “mm love you nonu” you hugged him lying with him soon into going into the world slumber “love you more angel” he smiled pulling you close to him.

the tingling thought of tomorrow & the day after & after because what was awaiting is the best life you could wish for as long as it’s with jeon wonwoo.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ this is so bad I’m so sorry- but thank you for reading >ᴗ< !!

[wonderjanga]

C.C and Marylin Headcannons

Okay, so the other day I saw someone type about their headcannons for Billy. I wanna put my head cannons for him/his parents too cause I’ve been thinking about this for a while.

So as of now, I’ve been playing a bunch of Tomb Raider games. If you’ve played or at least heard of the franchise, you’d know that Lara’s an archeologist. And guess what? C.C. and Marylin are. (Btw am I spelling her name right 😭) So, in my mind. They both grew up in England and then immigrated to the US and met in Fawcett and blah blah blah. Now to the good stuff, you know how Lara exudes utter badassery? You do? Great! So all the heinous, wild, plot armor filled things she did in the newest TR trilogy (Tomb Raider, Rise of the Tomb Raider, and Shadow of the Tomb Raider) Marylin did all of that. I’m cooking guys I swear, just trust me. Then as for C.C., in my little mind, he’s half Norse and half British. So, you know that one game where Lara wields Mjölnir? (I think it was Tomb Raider Underworld?) He did that. Guys, I swear I’m cooking.

So now, cause Billy in Marvel form looks like their Dad, and Mary in Marvel form looks like Marylin, you gotta wonder what their old archeology buddies are thinking. They’re either not surprised, or they’re like are you flipping kidding me? I can imagine one of their old buddies going up to Billy and being like:

Buddy: “C.C.! You old bastard! How have you been? How’s the wife and kid? Also, quick question, you disappeared for a couple years and didn’t bother reaching out to anyone. You good?”

Billy: *Looks around before flying off cause he has no idea who this person is (he’s too young to remember them)*

I can also imagine the JL with this, specifically Batman. He runs facial recognition on Billy and finds C.C., Bruce is like okay, cool, finally, a clue about that man’s identity, only for him to find pictures, photos, and newspapers from the 40’s and 50’s (I believe in time bubble Fawcett. The Batson’s died in 58 and Billy and Mary were 8 at the time. By the time the time bubble appeared, they would’ve been 10 or 12.) So, Bruce digs a little deeper and finds that C.C. and Marylin have killed a lot of people during their time as archeologists (and they definitely have since I based them off of Lara. Guys, Lara has killed a lot of people.) He also finds out that C.C. and Marylin are dead. So now he’s left confuzzled as to who the heck Billy and Mary are, cause they look exactly like them. Or at least Marvel does and Mary looks like a teenage Marylin, so for all Bruce knows she’s Mary Batson and Marylin is actually dead. But then that raises another question for Bruce, where is Billy? Is he Captain Marvel Jr.? They look similar, but not completely. The whole thing has left Bruce with more questions than answers. It’s also left him looking at The Captain in a newer light. He didn’t think the man had the emotional capacity to have a serious relationship. (He thought he was too childish. Not that my Marvel is, he acts more like a 20 something year old guy instead of a kid) Not only that but now he at least has confirmation that Cap is human… maybe. But I also want to look at this with other heroes! Like Wildcat (the goat) he grew up during the Great Depression and due to his slow aging he was allowed to live all the way up to now. He might’ve seen the Batsons in the paper. He might’ve also read about how their plane went down. I can imagine him being like “Hmm… You’re familiar.”

There’s also Question who I know would be driven up a wall trying to figure out who Billy is, and if not Billy, then he’s trying to figure out where Marvel’s from, cause the Living Lightning is thousands of years old. Yet, he keeps getting led back to an archeologist whose plane fell down in- *gasp* Egypt! Near Kahndaq! *Double gasp* He spirals.

Then there’s also Black Adam, who does his own research on the champion. He finds out the same thing Question did about the plane. The next day he flies over to Fawcett:

Black Adam: “You sniveling worm! What were you doing near Kahndaq?!”

Billy: “Dude, what are you talking about?!”

Black Adam: “You know what I’m talking about, Batson!”

Billy: *Gives him the most horrified look Adam had ever seen on Marvel’s face.*

Oh, and let’s not forget about Ebenezer. Imagine seeing your dead brother, or at least someone that looks like your dead brother, fly around saving people. After everything he did to Billy, I’m sure he was scared shitless(pardon my French). But what I think is worse, is that he’d constantly be waiting for Marvel to do something, only for him to do nothing and just unknowingly leave Ebenezer in suspense for every waking moment. Bonus points if Ebenezer knew about the Lara Croft behavior.

[lady06reaper]

Viking x Sweetheart reader. Who on the outside is a big sweetheart who wouldn't hurt a fly. Said Viking got her from a village.

Only when alone with her husband does she cuss like a sailor and scream when she wants to. Just a overall temper (Viking finds it hot tho-)

She also acts like this around her kids (if she has any) and her kids are absolutely flabbergasted to see how their mom acts outside of home. Often getting secretly slapped upside the head when they say something smart only to realize no one saw it.

- Marshmellow (bit of a crackfic lol)

ya know, this the OPPOSITE of me, I'll cuss anytime, it's only when I'm alone I'm a total "sweetheart"

NSFW lines are slashed, the rest is SFW besides the cussing

HOW THE RAGNARSONS REACT TO YOU HAVING THE MOUTH OF A SAILOR

Bjorn wouldn't know it was coming, you were the sweet and doting wife, helping neighbors and playing with the local children

Your were a delicate flower in his eyes, but he knew you could hold your own when need be

Until you came home and slammed your dagger into the table where he was eating

"That mother fucking no tits asshole of a cunt! Who the hell does she think she is?! Talking about my damn husband in that fucking manner!"

his hand stopped mid path to his opened mouth, his eyebrows rose away from his widened eyes

did he hear that correctly? or was the mead taking effect already?

he stayed like that for a few moments until you snapped at him to say something

"Your mouth, where'd you learn to talk like that?"

little to Bjorns knowledge, you had always had that vocabulary, it just only came out when you were pissed

not to mention you prefer to keep the innocent facade up in public, but that doesn't you can't flip the switch if you get pushed more than what you did that day

More occurrences like this happened, though he was prepared to just let you go and cool off

that doesn't mean he didn't help you let out your frustrations with sex either

Now he knew that this delicate flower of his was poisonous

Ubbe had a feeling that that mouth of yours was dirty, he just never witnessed it

unless you were going down on him

the feeling stayed dormant for the longest time, until he came home to the long house turned upside down

furniture was strewn across from its original places, some were broken too

You were sitting on the throne throwing daggers at a table you had propped up on its side, cussing every time the enlarged knives left your hands

"That *thud* little dicked *thud* no balls *thud* bastard child *thud* of a fucking merchant! *thud*"

he now knew his feeling was right, as they normally were

he was grateful you ran out of daggers when he reached you, or otherwise he feared one would end up in him

he didn't need no explanation, he knew that the merchant you were lewdly referring to must've tried something on you to woo you away from him, it wasn't the first time, but you were so sweet in public that you didn't want to ruin your public look by cussing the man out in public

no words were spoken as he picked you up bridal style and carried you over to the bathtub where you and Ubbe would share a relaxing soak

Ivar knew from the start that you had a mouth, there was no way you were as innocent as you portrayed

there was always two sides to sword, he just hasn't seen your sharper, more deadlier side

until he about took your blade to his throat when he approached you in the woods while you were hacking a tree with your sword

"What's the matter my dove?" Ivar cocked his head to the side.

"That god damn fish fucking tree humping shit eating whore of woman your brother keeps closely by his side! Bitch tried to say my form was wrong during training!"

and there was your sharper edge

Ivar never understood why you kept this side hidden, especially from him

he figured it was a threat to everyone to have your meaner side out in public, and keep your softer side for him only

but Ivar wasn't you, you preferred to keep this side a secret incase you truly needed it

he thought it was hot watching those profanities drip from your mouth

like his cum did last night when you two were fucking

but, I also know that if he encouraged the sailor talk he would also receive it too, which would most likely turn into a battle of who can come up with the worst names

he liked the fiery side of you and wished you would show it more often

the villagers did not as they heard every cuss word that came out of your mouth, including the whore

[scorpioriesling]

Invisible String - Part 1

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Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warning(s): light angst, some involving a child being upset. Please be advised; future parts might not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution.

Summary: You'd taken the nanny position for the royal family over a year ago, not expecting what would come of it or how close you'd grow to the child you cared for. Things became tough for Eris when his wife left him and his daughter, and he found it increasingly harder to raise Riley himself. He soon realizes, you've provided a lot more than the typical job description duties for his daughter... and maybe for him, too.

SR’s Note: I added in the advisory so that younger / uncomfortable readers won't begin the series without knowing or expecting potential risks in content to come. For those who enjoy or look forward to content as such -- get excited! Nonetheless, I hope readers will enjoy this series that came to me in a dream one night as I wait for the poll results from this week's THTH post to come through. (; Much love to all.

Tags: @cynthiesjmxazrielslover (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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It was like any other day in the West Wing of the Forest House, this weekday the same as many others you’d experienced here over the past year or so that you’d been employed here. The warm glow of the autumn sun painted the cherrywood floors in an amber glow; so beautiful and red, but nothing compared to the red head of hair that bounded over to you on little legs.

“A picture!” Her sweet voice rang out, and you turned to peer down into those big, round eyes of hers. She smiled up at you, her arms outstretched with a piece of paper at the end of it. You gasped, setting down the butter knife and bending down to her level.

“Oh my goodness Miss Riley,” you said and she beamed, her tiny, four-year-old teeth peeking out from behind her lips as you admired her drawing. It was similar to many you’d received before; a crooked drawing of you, holding hands with a crooked stick drawing of Riley. You knew who was who, of course — she made sure to draw a little crown atop her head, obviously.

“You keep it?” She asked, and you smiled at her, nodding in approval.

“Oh absolutely I’ll keep it! This is a work of art!” You said, and she jumped up and down excitedly, twirling in circles before she eventually got too dizzy and stopped. She hadn’t noticed you’d stood, resuming her lunch preparations as she recentered her gravity.

“Y/N I’m hungryyyyy,” she said, and you smiled softly to yourself, placing the top slice of bread on the sandwich in finality.

“I don’t suppose you’re ready for some lunch, hmm?” You ask, and she races to the dining room, stopping at the edge of her chair and throwing her hands in the air. You set down her plate, rolling your eyes at her silly rituals. She’d done this since you’d begun working for her father, insisting on your help though she was more than capable of needing it now.

“Riley — you know you’re grown enough now to get in your chair—“

“Pleeeeease,” she begs, her arms still above her head. “I like when you make me fly.”

You sigh, smiling as you lift under her arms and place her in her chair, her eyes wide as she takes in the plate before her.

“Ham! Yummm! My favorite; thank you, Y/N!” She says, smiling at you before grabbing her little fork and digging into her sliced peaches. You fold your hands, gazing at the small child in wonder.

“You are very welcome Riley — and very good job remembering your manners.” You praise her, and she continues to eat her food in contentment.

You’d spent the rest of the evening doing many of the same activities you’d do with Riley most evenings; playing dolls, braiding her hair how she liked, walking around the palace. Some days, she would ask to play outdoors — this was one her father was a bit iffy on, but since the day was nice, you figured no harm no foul. After a while in the gardens, you’d gotten Riley down for a nap, braided her hair, played dolls, and were cleaning up dinner when the front door to the West Wing opened.

“Daddy!”

As if on cue, every doll and stuffed animal was abandoned on the living room floor, the sound of little footsteps pattering across the cherrywood in anticipation as quick as the beats of your heart in your chest.

“Bunny,” Eris’ silky soft voice floated through the foyer and you rounded the corner in time to see him scoop his daughter up, her laughter ringing out as he peppered her cheeks with kisses.

“Daddy! Tickles!” Riley laughed, and when he finally relented and set her down, she ran right over to you. His gaze met yours, his professional yet gracious smile meeting yours in greeting.

“Y/N,” he said.

“Hello,” you said. No matter how many times you’d seen him come home, you’d never quite figured out a way of greeting friendly enough, yet still professional, but not too weird to use in front of Riley.

“Daddy, I made a drawing,” Riley beamed. Your heart sank a bit, realizing this repeat situation as if it happened yesterday. She’d drawn you so many photos, so many pictures of you and her together — but the fridge you’d used daily to make lunches, dinners, snacks — it was bare.

“Well, also,” You caught Riley’s arm lightly as you bent to her height, pausing her from running to grab her creation. “We brought in a surprise, right?” You reminded, thinking of the few Honeycrisp apples the two of you had picked earlier for her father from the grove as a surprise. Riley contemplated for a moment, then it looked as though a lightbulb went off in her head and she nodded.

“Daddy — I be right back 'kay,” she rushed out before darting for the kitchen, and Eris chuckled. You stood, picking at your sweater as you watched her run off. When you looked to Eris again, he looked to you in the same moment.

“You have no idea,” he started, pausing as if to find the right words as he stepped further into the room. “How much you being here really helps.” He focused on you then, and you shifted under his intense gaze.

“I mean… I… no where else I’d rather be, right?” You smiled lightly, and Eris loosed a breath, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m actually, really, glad to hear that, uh,” he chuckled. “Well, I um,” he cleared his throat as Riley appeared again in the entryway, hands behind her back and a grin on her face.

“Okay daddy, here is the surprise, okay?” She said. His brows rose, and he crouched down as she stepped closer, finally revealing a leaf, bright red in her little fingers. His mouth opened in shock, and she doubled over in a fit of laughter, Eris watching in admiration. You watched the precious girl, her wild sense of humor even at the age of four. You’d wondered, under his professional exterior, did she get that trait from her father, too?

“Alright my dear,” Eris said finally, standing and picking the girl up to carry in his arms. “It appears that it is your bedtime, hmm?”

You were glad he was here to do it this evening — many nights, if her father wasn’t home, you were the one at the other end of her protests, having to explain away his absences and assure her that he would, and you promised, come kiss her on the head when he got home.

You decided to finish scrubbing the last of the dinner dishes, laying them to dry when footsteps behind you caught your attention.

“You always do more than I’ve ever asked Y/N, seriously. I can’t thank you enough.”

You glanced quickly over your shoulder, trying not to look to long at the Autumn Court heir watching your every move.

“It’s nothing, really — it’s only dishes.”

In a matter of strides, he is beside you, leaning against the very counter you’re working at.

“You know what I mean.” He pauses, looking down before continuing. “I don’t know what Riley…” he sighs. “When Selene left us, I… it was, very tough. On all of us. Riley, she… I don’t know how I could’ve done it without your help.” He says quietly. You silently set down the plate you’d been washing, looking at him with knitted brows.

“Don’t ever feel bad for something someone else has done to you,” You say, your heart clenching at the reminder of his wife — well, ex-wife, you supposed — leaving him just over a year ago. Leaving him behind and her daughter.

Your chest ached.

“She made a poor decision. Riley is a lovely little girl, she’s learning so much, and truly she’s a joy to be around. This job isn’t work, for me; I really, really enjoy spending time with her, Eris. Don’t worry about it.” Your eyes meet his again, and you swear you see silver lining them. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, biting it before turning to face you.

“Live here full time, then.”

You set the plate on the drying rack, reaching for a fork and dunking it into the sink.

“Why would I need to? I’m already here five days a week-“

“But you could be here seven, look — please, at least just for a few months while I settle a few things with the other courts. I just need someone here for Riley in case I’m not here as often, and I will absolutely prepare living arrangements for you, and pay you extra, and-“

“You’re being serious?” You say, your hands stilling in the sink water. Eris stares at you pleadingly. You look down at the water. Sure, you took this job and basically it became your life. Did you have much going on outside this job? No. Was your lease almost up anyways? Yes.

You sigh, taking the fork out and laying it on the drying mat. You wipe your hands on your apron, extending one to Eris. “Fine, it’s a deal-“

He takes your hand, pulling you in and embracing you instead. The thin material of his button down does not leave much to the imagination, every toned muscle beneath…

His hands slowly rub up and down on the small of your back, and you feel your cheeks flushing at the rather intimate contact. You wrap your arms around his neck, his voice nearly inaudible next to your ear as he whispers,

“Thank you.”

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Within a week, you'd completely uprooted from the ramshackle apartment you'd been renting on the outskirts of the Autumn court and moved yourself into the West Wing. This place felt like more of a home to you anyway, its inviting ambience, the warmth that radiated from the forest surrounding it; the people inside, especially the little girl you'd grown to care so much for over the past year.

"Y/N's moving innnn, Y/N's moving innnnn," Riley sang, skipping down the hallway barefoot in another one of her play-pretend princess dresses. She had a closet full of real gowns, hand-sewn by the seamstresses that worked in the palace themselves -- however, the little girl preferred the itchy costumes to the real ones reguardless.

"I am almost done, I promise, then we will play," you huffed a breath, sweat clinging to your tank top as you crossed the room once more. Eris was gracious to give you your own space, but... so much of it? You weren't used to having a bedroom the size of an entire apartment, let alone one so ornate. Not to mention, one just down the hall from his master room.

You tried not to think too hard about it.

"Y/N! A cookie?" Riley called, and you sighed, looking around at your remaining boxes. You'd just have to tend to them later.

"Riley," you said, rounding the bend and approaching the kitchen where Riley stood near the counter. "It's nearly dinnertime -- you know we can't-"

"Pweeeeease?" She pleads, her round, honey-colored eyes looking to you with such agony. You sigh, scooping her up and sitting her on the counter.

You hang your head between your shoulders, shaking it lowly. "Riley, your father is gonna kill me..."

She squeals in delight, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you close, her little body buzzing with excitement.

"I love you!"

Your heart warms, and you hold her tight, brushing a hand over her soft strawberry-blonde locks. Its moments like these that you wish you could show Eris, your "boss", your "employer" that this job really doesn't feel like work. You truly enjoy what you do, and his daughter is a magical little thing.

"I love you too, Riles." You say, and she releases you, looking over her shoulder toward the jar of red velvet cookies with a mischevious grin. You reach over, taking the lid off and plucking one from the container. Her legs kick against the cabinets in anticipation, soft giggles of glee coming from her as she watches you break it in half before her.

"Start with half, okay?" You say. She nods, taking it from you and immediately putting it in her mouth. You can't help but smile, watching as she motions to the other half.

"Share with you?" She says. You place a hand on your chest at her words, but hold the cookie out to her anyway.

"Riley, that is very kind of you to offer to share with me! Thank you," she takes it quickly nonetheless. "But, I'm not very hungry right now. I think you should have it."

She nods. "Okay." It's devoured in seconds, the only evidence a few crumbs on the counter. Riley giggles as she watches you brush the crumbs into your hand. Her little pointer finger comes to her lips.

"Shhh," she says, and you grin at her. "Don't tell daddy, okay?" You nod in agreement.

"Okay Miss Riley," you say, dusting your hands off over the trash can. "I won't tell him."

You went for another walk around the Forest House, played tea party and braided hair all before dinner that evening, which was proving to be rather intriguing to the little one that day. She watched as you cut carrots, questioned every spice and oil you'd dumped into the pot, and offerred her assistance more than a few times.

"Is butternut squash soup your favorite?" You ask. Riley cocks her head to the side, playing with a loose string on her Princess Belle dress.

"Hmm... no, it's okay though." She decides, and you continue stirring over the stove.

"I wonder what has you so intrigued in cooking this evening?" You ask, and she sighs, sitting on the wodden floor with her legs stretched out before her.

"I want to do something," she groans, and you nod, trying to understand what she is getting at.

"Mhm, what do you mean by that?"

"I want to... can we do something fun tomorrow?" She asks, and you shrug.

"Well, I like to think we have a lot of fun everyday together, wouldn't you say?"

"Yesssss," she lets out an exasperated sigh. "But I want to go somewhere fun with you. Me and you. Oh, and daddy. When is daddy coming home?" She asks. You chew the inside of your cheek, glancing to the wall clock. He'd routinely arrive around or just after Riley's bedtime -- 8 PM. However, since asking you to move in last week, he'd been coming home later and later. It seemed that he really did need your help with whatever he had going on, the gravity of it much bigger than you could understand.

"I'm... not sure, Riles." You answered, and she huffed.

"He's never home to play with me." She frowned, and you glanced down at her.

"Well, that's not true, he-"

"He never even comes home for dinner." She crosses her arms, her angered expression softening a bit. You set down your spoon, tucking your hair behind your ears as you kneel down before the upset child.

"Riley," you say calmly. "Your father just has a lot going on right now sweetheart, okay? I promise he loves you very much-"

You stop talking when you notice a silent tear roll down her cheek, and your heart threatens to break right in half inside your chest. You reach for her, and she turns to putty in your hands, allowing you to pull her close and hold her in your embrace.

"Oh, Riles," you say soothingly. "Please don't be upset sweet girl," you plead. She sniffles, her cheek wet against your skin above your top. You run your fingers along her hair, quietly comforting her until she eventually calms down. She pulls back, looking up at you with her puffy, but dry eyes and it takes everything in you to offer her a smile as your finger brushes lightly against her cheekbone.

"There she is," you say, and she smiles a little. "Miss Riley is back again." She grins, folding her hands in her lap as her gaze locks just beyond your face. She reaches out, her tiny fingers grazing the shell of your ear before her brows knit and she reaches for her own.

"Yours are not... no... you have..." she searches for the right word, the events prior not seeming to matter now that they've passed. You guide her fingers to the top of her ear, and then gesture to yours.

"Pointy," you say. "Your ears are pointy. Mine are different -- they are round." You explain, and she nods, processing the terms.

"Po-in-ty," she says. She looks at your ear again. "Why do you have... uh..."

"Round?"

"R-ou-nd," she continues. "Ears for?" She asks. You smile softly at her, those innocent eyes having no idea the life she has in store for herself to come.

"Because Riley," you explain. "There are different types of people; some people, like your father and-" you stop, not even wanting to approach the subject. "...your father is going to be a King someday. You, well, you are a Princess." She smiles and nods as if this is already a known fact to her.

"Then, there are people like me. I'm just... well, I'm me." You shrug. "I'm just a fae like anyone else." Riley frowns.

"You are a Princess too," she says, and you chuckle.

"No, Riley, only when we play dress up and I borrow one of your crowns. You are the Princess in real life." She stands, her hands on her hips.

"Y/N is a Princess," she says, looking at you eye-to eye. You raise your eyebrows, not knowing where this is going.

"Riley-"

"Princess lives in the castle." Riley says, beginning to jump up and down. You nod, reaching up to turn off the stovetop heat under your surely burnt soup.

"Yes, but-"

"You live in here with me!" She squeals, twirling in circles. You shake your head.

"Riley, I only live here because your dad asked me to move in-"

"Y/N is a Princess! Y/N is a Princess!" She starts chanting. You sigh, making to stand and remove the soup pot from the stove.

"Riley, you are the Princess! There's only one Princess!" You say loudly over her shouting, and she stills, her devilish grin only cause for concern.

"Then... Y/N is a Queen." Riley gasps, her little hand flying to her mouth as though she's just thought of the greatest idea in the world.

"Y/N is the Queen! In a castle! With the Princess! Is me! and, and, and daddy! he's, he's-" she pauses her jumping and chanting, her hand splayed on the wall to catch her breath.

"Ohmygosh I have to go draw-"

"Ohhh no ya don't," you say, setting down her bowl of soup on the table in front of her and plopping her into her chair before she could take off down the hallway. "Dinner first, young lady."

She groans, quickly shoveling soup into her mouth. "Ughhh, okay, fine." She grins, looking sidelong at you. "I will eat your delicious soup, my Queen," she says in a silly victorian accent, and you let out a laugh at her rediculousness. She giggles too, continuing her comedy. "I will eat, and eat and eat, I will eat because I am a Princess, and you are a Queen, and soon, the King will be home, and we won't tell him about the cookie-"

The two of you are too busy giggling furiously over her sillyness that you don't hear the front door swing open, or the footsteps leading inside. It's only when you hear his whiskey-smooth voice that you turn from the dining table, your face flushing at the sight before you. Much to your delighted surprise, the handsome red headed male leaned against the dining room archway had arrived home much earlier today than either of you had expected.

His small smile was his only greeting, his tousled locks and few undone buttons revealing the exhausting day he'd surely had before he said; "I wasn't aware that I had a Princess and a Queen dining at my table tonight?"

:* ✧･ﾟ: *

[thelov3lybookworm]

I Didn't Ask For This (part three)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

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Tw: forced marriage, azzie being and asshole(obviously, hes been forced), suicidal thoughts, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: I wanna cry.

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The ceremony passed without a tantrum from Y/n's father and anyone dying, which was more than she could ask for.

But then the priestess asked the two of them to kiss.

Both of their necks turned so fast it was been a miracle that they didn't break it.

Throughout the whole ceremony, Azriel and Y/n had either been staring at each other stonily, or the wall behind the other. And now they had to... Y/n wanted to gag.

"Can we not skip that part?" Azriel asked in a dangerously low voice.

Before the priestess could answer though, the High Lord cut in. "Azriel. It's not that big of a deal. She hasn't asked you to kill Miss Y/n here."

Azriel's eyes slowly travelled to the Lord before going back to his new wife. "That would've been preferable."

Y/n's heart clenched. Why did he hate her so, knowing she had no say in the matter?

He then stepped forward, their lips barely touching before he pulled away and walked off the makeshift dais. Y/n was left standing there, a knot forming in her throat.

If he was already treating her like this, she couldn't even fathom what would happen when they were alone. Would he hit her? No. That was taking things too far. Azriel had been a very nice albeit quiet boy back when they met. He wouldn't do that to a female.

Unless the Illyrians he grew up with tainted his mind.

She chided herself silently for thinking of such disgusting things. Whatever would happen, she would have to endure it. Thinking of it would not help her.

The High Lord declared that they were going home, and then gently told Y/n to say her goodbyes to her family and that he would be waiting for her outside the room to escort her to her new home.

She turned to Velda and Alexander, ignoring her father who stood a few feet away. They hugged her with sad smiles, and then she walked away.

She could practically feel the anger emanating from her father, but what could he do? What could be worse than forcing her to marry someone? Killing her? That wasn't bad. She would be grateful for that. The peace and darkness of death was far better than living in anguish and sadness, knowing the person you were bound to would rather you not exist.

As promised, the High Lord was waiting with his wife and son outside. He extended his hand to her, which she reluctantly took before darkness engulfed them.

The next moment, they were standing outside the gate of a elegant and beautiful house nearby a river.

"This is the River House. This is where we live, though Azriel and Cassian prefer the House of Wind." The High Lord said, pointing to the majestic and magnificent palace like structure in the distance, built directly into the mountain. She dipped her head in a nod. "He will fly you there."

That's when she realised that someone was standing in the shadows nearby. Azriel.

"Thank you, my Lord."

He shook his head. "Call me Rhys please. You're part of the family now."

Y/n didn't deign to respond, looking up at the House of Wind.

Then her husband stepped forward, sweeping her of her feet without warning and leaping into the air, his wings carrying them higher. She had to smother the scream clawing up her throat at the abruptness of all this.

The ride went in silence, with Y/n staring at the city below them in awe after her initial fright, occasionally stealing glances at Azriel. His face was set in stone, his eyes icy. He ignored her the whole time, staring straight at their destination.

Soon, they landed on a balcony, and he put her down, quite rashly, as if she burned him. Then, turning away from her, he took off towards the sky and then vanished around the top of the mountain.

Y/n stared after him sadly, hoping he would come around. That she wouldn't have to spend her life watching him hate her.

Footsteps sounded behind her, making her turn. The General and his mate were standing on the other side of the glass doors separating them. The General smiled and opened the door, waving her inside. She tentatively took a step forward, then another and another.

"Where is Azriel?" He asked. Y/n shook her head. He exchanged a glance with his mate before beaming at her. "That's alright. I can show you to his chambers so you can change and rest. Your siblings had packed a bag for you when they came Under the Mountain. The bag is in his room."

She just nodded, not having the energy to even utter a word of thanks, following them as they led her through the winding halls and corridors. Then they stopped in front of a door, turning back to her.

"Here we are. Our Chambers are nearby, if you need anything, please feel free to ask us." He said, pointing to a door a little ways down. This time, Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the door to Azriel's room swung open, making her gasp. The General laughed. "Oh, that is the house. It's... magical. You can also just ask the house to get you whatever you need."

"Th–thank you, my Lord."

"Hey, call me Cass please."

She gave a tiny dip of her head and the couple walked away. She stepped into the huge room, wondering how one person could take up so much space. The room was as big as half of her fathers house.

As she took a walk around the chamber, she tried to stop thinking about anything, knowing any and every thought would lead to what had happened today, and she was not ready for that. Because, even though she had cried her heart out to her siblings, there was still a weight on her chest that would, probably, never go away.

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It had been a almost two hours since Y/n's arrival when Azriel entered his chambers. He froze on the doorstep, staring at Y/n, who had been sitting in an armchair, not sure if she should go to sleep. She leapt up, awkwardly fidgeting with her fingers.

She knew he didn't really like her, and she didn't want to sleep in his bed without asking for his permission first. And that wasn't the only reason. Because, despite her attempts at trying not to think of the wedding, she failed. And now she just wanted to talk to him.

Her husband.

The shock in his eyes quickly transformed to rage as he stepped forward and the door clicked shut behind him. He stalked towards Y/n, fury rippling off him in waves, shadows whipping around him and wings flaring. As he came to a halt in front of her, she had to crane her neck to look at him and it took all of her willpower to not run away from him.

"Azriel–"

"Get out." He cut her off, his voice dangerously low. Her body locked up for a few moments before she found her voice.

"Wh–what do you mean? Where am I supposed to–"

"I don't care. Go wherever you want. Jump off a balcony. I. Do. Not. Care." He paused for a moment to make sure she understood. "You will not enter my chambers without my permission, which I'll never give. We are not husband and wife, no matter what you say or do, I'll forever hate you and the two of us are never meant to be more."

Tears pricked her eyes, but Y/n swallowed them down. "But–"

"GET OUT!" Y/n flinched, startled by his sudden yelling before he lowered his voice, again deadly calm. "Get. Out."

He turned away, the dismissal clear. So she turned and left, the door swinging shut behind her. Tears flowed down her cheeks, but she furiously wiped them away, embarrassed that she had started to cry.

It was not the fact the Azriel kicked her out or yelled at her. No, that she was used to. Her father knew no other way to communicate.

But what hurt was the fact that the person she was hoping to have a life with, the person who she thought would atleast consider being together, he had done that to her. And in the process, trampled all over her hopes and dreams.

The promise she'd made to Velda didn't seem so easy to fulfil now.

She started walking, but didn't know where she was going. She could have gone to the General, but she didn't want to disturb the couple. And she doubted it would help her situation, because her husband was sure to hate her more if she went around complaining to his family.

So she walked until a door opened next to her. Remembering that the house was magical, she peered inside. It was a sitting room, where a tray laden with a delicious looking and steaming dinner sat on the table. Her stomach rumbled as she stared at it.

"Is that for me?" She asked hesitantly, feeling foolish for talking to a house.

In response, the door opened wider. Deciding she was too hungry to care, she sat down to eat, the door shutting behind her.

After she was done, she reclined on the comfortable couch. The door opened, as if trying to lead her somewhere else, but she shook her head and turned on her side. A few moments later, a blanket appeared, magically tucking itself around her, and she smiled. A true smile, a grateful one.

A tear slipped from her eye, and then one from the other eye, trailing over her nose and onto the couch.

Maybe this was going to be her life, being kicked and thrown around by people, being wanted by no one.

Unwanted.

Unloved.

A burden for everyone.

She didn't want that, but then again, when did life care about what she wanted? What choice did she have?

Atleast the house cared enough to provide her with a blanket.

Her eyes landing on the balcony in the room, she wondered what would happen if she did what Azriel had suggested, her eyes fluttering shut.

If anyone would even care to search for her.

If anyone would even look for her body.

If they would care to wonder about the blood splattered on the ground below.

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Part 4

[thesirencult]

PAC READING : WHO HAS A CRUSH ON YOU?

1---2

3---4

PILE 1

The Tower, The Fool

This is someone you would never expect to have feelings for you. You view them as distant, private an cold towards you and others. There is something magnetic to them and, at times, they let their cold façade go. Then, you get to experience a different side of them. They may have played with children in front of you or taken care of an elderly person, assisting them to cross the street. This person loves animals and has a soft spot for them. This reminds me of a strong, tall man who build a sanctuary for chihuahuas after his wife left him. Now he takes care of them and encourages other men to break the stereotype and adopt a smaller dog.

So, this person could also be tall and either lanky or lean-muscular. Others see them as intimidating and may try to avoid them in social situations (like coworkers not inviting them out for a drink after work).

I don't think they'll express themselves. They feel very ashamed of their feelings for you and believe that you see them as "not good enough". This has nothing to do with the way you treat them and has everything to do about their own perception of themselves.

They are very innocent at heart and get hurt when people exclude them. This tells me that you must have treated them like your "chihuahua". You are the one who encourages them and offers help or a few kind words. They love your kind and sweet nature but it's hard for them to show their true emotions. You will notice them get shy and anxious around you, like a little kid. Give them a chance by letting them get closer to you.

PILE 2

Judgement, The Magician, 5 Of Wands

This person is very fair and just. They will love every single inch of you and they won't shy away from telling you that. You see yourself as "not being good enough" and the person who has a crush on you will pick up on how you feel immediately. They will try to get you to see your beauty and will get sad when you talk bad about yourself. They just don't understand how someone as perfect and beautiful as you doesn't realise their own strength and beauty.

This person is a master manifestor. They just know how to alchemize energy and change their physical reality. They will see that you have this ability too and they will admire how you are trying to forge your own path. They have probably manifested you into their lives and they'll idolize you a lot.

If there is an age gap (5+), this person will try to hold back and act as a mentor towards you but, they are very competitive with others and possessive. Their feelings will shine through when they sense someone else trying to get with you. You'll notice their absurd behaviour, call them out and they will just kiss you.

"I'll show you why I'm acting this way." And then smooch 💋.

PILE 3

Queen Of Cups, 7 Of Pentacles, 5 Of Pentacles

Okey-dokey! My sweet Pile 3, if you are not into girls or feminines, I would advise you to choose another pile. Otherwise, if you choose to stay, this energy could resonate with your personal journey towards love and abundance.

I'm seeing a very sweet soul waiting for you. This energy is very light and free-flowing. You may not have met this person yet, because of divine timing. I'm getting that when you meet them it will be "love at first sight". You'll catch them doing something random, like picking up a dumbbell at the gym or petting a dog, or even voting (?).

This "exchange" from afar will drive you crazy cause you will know nothing about this person and you'll think you will never see them again. I see that fate has other plans for you.

This feminine is your future spouse and she is very into personal development at the moment. They will be preoccupied with finances and they are trying to clear up "abundance blocks".

At first, they will seem reserved and preoccupied with other things. You'll exchange a few looks and sparks will be flying, so this is a case of a reciprocated crush.

They are quite happy with being by themselves and working on their coins and foundations for their future. I bet you'll hear them talk about that and you'll think "Baby don't worry, I'm your future 💋."

Slowly you'll start talking and I hope you make the next step otherwise they'll never ever let you in.

But, after you get closer to them, you'll realize that they are a very deep and wise person and not just sunny all the time. Actually you'll think of them as darker and lunar. You will love their passion and mysterious disposition. Be their fearless protector and their rock to climb up to and watch the sunrise.

PILE 4

The Hierophant, 9 Of Cups, Queen Of Pentacles

Right now you are going through a "level up" phase. I don't even know why you are waisting your time here. Lol. You are quite independent, fierce and unstoppable. You are also trying to manifest someone like you.

The person who will soon come towards and confess their crush on you is not someone overly "hard". They are quite dreamy and soft. They like ice-cream and long walks. They will take you on romantic dates and worry that you don't like the scenery because you are not talking that much.

This person sees you as a boos b*tch. They admire you and have put you in a pedestal. I'm hearing "Let me service you Queen.". They like "ice-cream" ! Oh my! This person really wants you and they would jump through hoops to get to you.

They'll pass all your tests with flying colours and you will keep wondering how they are such a good match for you. Let them feel like you are in control and they'll submit to you.

[babyleostuff]

A WEDDING AND A PROPOSAL

・❥・ for the 2k followers event

summary: the one with Jeonghan's wedding and a surprise proposal, but who can blame Seungkwan for being in love

[ pairing: idol!seungwan x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: about 2k ]

song recommendation: kidult by seventeen

“Honey, can you help me with the tie?” 

You turned around, just to be greeted by your boyfriend’s head sticking out of the bathroom, his brown hair slightly longer than usual. He insisted on keeping them that way before Jeonghan’s wedding. It was to honour his long hair - Seungkwan’s words, not yours. 

“So many years of wearing ties, and you still don’t know how to tie them?” You looked at him suspiciously, gently laying your dress back on the bed. “Maybe I just want my beautiful girlfriend to tie it for me?” He challenged you, sending you a smile that could literally light up any of your darkest days. You sighed in defeat, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s silliness, that you’d never get tired of. 

“Come here then, handsome,” you laughed, gesturing to him to come out of the bathroom. He quickly grabbed the tie from the counter, and happily strode over to where you were standing next to the bed. He wasn’t even properly dressed yet, his collar uneven, and hair messy, still - Seungkwan looked like the brightest star in the moonlit sky, with his smile and adorably scrunched eyes.

“Who do you think will cry today?” he asked with a mischievous spark in his voice, clearly remembering how you bawled your eyes out at the last wedding you attended (and that wasn't even a wedding of anyone close to you). You rolled your eyes, tightening the tie around his neck. “You and Cheol.” 

Seungkwan huffed, shaking his head, to which you gently grabbed his chin to hold him still. “Don’t move, or we’ll be late,” you murmured, securing the knot. “Unless you want to be murdered by Jeonghan's future wife,” you added. You fixed the collar of the white shirt he was wearing, your finger skillfully smoothing out the material, making sure everything was looking perfect.

“Okay, you’re ready to go,” you smiled, and put your hand on his left peck, just where his heart was beating. 

“You’re the best,” Seungkwan grabbed the back of your head, and quickly pecked your forehead, before disappearing in the bathroom again, probably to put on the suit jacket, which lapels matched the colour of your dress - a bit cheesy, but cute nonetheless. 

You sat on the bed, running your hand over the silky material of your dress. When did it happen that suddenly all the boys entered into serious relationships, even Mingyu, who, despite his good heart, could never find "the one", and now the only thing he could talk about was his girlfriend. And now there's a wedding on top of that? Time seemed to fly by way too fast and you didn't know whether you wanted to cry or laugh about it.

Sometimes it was hard to make the most of your time with Seungkwan, considering how much he was away due to work, but you were still grateful for your relationship. 

Now, it's just... if each of them was so invested in their relationships, where did your relationship with Seungkwan lead?

“Get your cute ass into that dress, or we’ll seriously be late,” your boyfriend peeked out of the bathroom. “And I have plans later for tonight, so I’d appreciate not getting killed by Jeonghan’s bride.” 

[...]

“I told you you and Cheol would end up crying,” you rubbed Seungwan’s arm, who was still shaking with quiet sobs, tears streaming down his face. You wrapped your other arm around his waist so it’d be easier for you to guide him through the venue to find your table. “I w-wasn’t expecting h-his vows to b-be so beautiful,” he hiccuped with every other word, his chest quickly heaving up and down.

“Calm down, baby. It’s okay now,” you tightened the arm you had around his waist, stroking your thumb over his hip. 

Soon, you found yourselves at a table with Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Chan and their girlfriends, and none of the boys seemed to be doing better than Seungkwan. Maybe except for Wonwoo who was blinking so hard you were sure his eyes were hurting, but the poor boy would not let a tear fall. 

“Seungkwan,” Chan whined, pulling your boyfriend into a hug, throwing his arms around Seungkwan’s neck. “Chan,” your boyfriend responded, and both boys burst into dramatic cries again, which left Cheol bawling his eyes out again with his girlfriend quickly trying to wipe away the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. “Excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back,” Wonwoo cleared his throat, his face turning red. 

You looked around the other tables and noticed that every single one of them was crying. “How are we supposed to go through this twelve more times?” Wonwoo’s girlfriend asked, rubbing her temples.

“I swear if Seugcheol is going to cry like that at our wedding, I’m going to divorce him immediately,” you all laughed, drowning out the noises of your men crying like little children. 

“It’s crazy though, don’t you think? I remember clearly when Seungkwan told me that Jeonghan finally found a girlfriend,” you said, looking at the bride and groom who stood at the front of the venue, receiving congratulations from various people. “And now they are married.” 

“Who do you think will be the next?” Chan’s girlfriend asked, taking a sip of her drink. The moment she asked that question, a strange expression appeared on the faces of the rest of the girls, but you didn't know if it was because of the embarrassment because of the question or if there was something else going on.

“Definitely not me and Wonwoo. But I might have an idea who might be next.” 

You didn't get to ask who she was talking about because you were interrupted by the tapping on the champagne glass, echoing through the whole venue. "Oh God, the boys will give their speeches now," Seugcheol's girlfriend sighed. “How did we end up with such crybabies," you muttered, taking a huge sip of your champagne.

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“What did you think about the speech?” Seungkwan asked, adjusting his hand to rest gently on your waist so that Jeonghan's grandmother wouldn't find it inappropriate. You knew she was watching you because she was sitting right in front of you where you were dancing on the dance floor. Mingyu has already been instructed on how to properly hold his partner. “I think it was perfect Kwannie,” you smiled, brushing the hair that had fallen over his eyes. 

Your hand settled on his cheek, and in that moment you couldn't have asked for anything more - you in the company of your friends and in the arms of your loved one, at the wedding of one of the most important people for Seungkwan, celebrating a new chapter of Jeonghan’s and the boys' lives.

There was literally nothing that would make you feel happier. 

As one of the slow songs got to an end, and you and Seungkwan exchanged a quick peck on the lips, Joshua hopped on the stage, taking the microphone, greeting all of the guests. “I hope you won’t mind, but we’d like to dedicate a song to our best friend Jeonghan,” he said, waving at all of the boys to join him on the stage.

“You know, even though we’re all adults now, we’d like to remind ourselves and everyone else in this room that we’re still children at heart and that we should never forget about that,” he continued, and you already heard a couple of sniffles from the people around you. 

“Jeonghan, thank you for being our friend since we were all little kids,” he said, raising his glass in a toast. 

Kidult has always been one of your favourite songs, and it was one of the few songs that always made you want to cry. Now, it was no different. From the moment Wonwoo started singing, tears came to your eyes and you had to quickly wipe them away so they wouldn't ruin your makeup.

Suddenly you felt someone intertwine their arm with yours and, and looking to the side, you noticed Jun’s crying girlfriend, who looked exactly how you felt. Laying your head on hers, you stood there in an embrace, listening to the angelic voices of your men, tears also streaming down their cheeks.

After all the boys finished crying into each other's arms (Wonwoo too) and congratulated Jeonghan for the thousandth time, Seungkwan returned to you still standing on the dance floor, too stunned and emotional to move on your own, grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the exit.

“Where are you taking me?” You laughed, trying to keep up with your boyfriend. 

He guided you to the back door, opening it for you so you could go first. As soon as you stepped out, a gentle breeze picked up, carrying with it the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass, accompanying the beautiful sky that was transformed into a beautiful blend of soft pink, orange and purple hues, signalling the arrival of a spring evening. 

The world seemed to slow down, and everything seemed to be at peace. The sounds from the venue were muffled and all that was left was you and Seungkwan.

“It’s so beautiful, don’t you think?” You asked, inhaling the fresh air. When you didn't hear back from your boyfriend, you turned to ask if he was alright, only to find him down on one knee with a small box in his hand. “What are you doing Seungkwan?” Your palms automatically sweated, your breath catching in your throat. It wasn't what you thought, was it? Seungkwan wouldn't propose at his friend's wedding. Right?

“Please, don’t freak out,” he reached for your trembling hand. “You have no idea how many months I've been planning to do this,” Seungkwan laughed, intertwining your fingers. “It reminds me a bit of how I tried telling you that I loved you for the first time. It took me so many months to finally say it. But I knew I loved you from the day I met you. Call me an idiot, but baby, I fell in love with you at first sight. And from that day on, I haven't been able to think about anything other than you. You are the first thing on my mind in the morning and the last before I fall asleep,” tears slowly started cascading down his face, his breath getting more ragged. 

“And I would like to wake up with you every day, every morning I would like to see your face, as it is now and as it will be in forty and sixty years, when our children will sleep in their cribs next to us, when they will have their own rooms and when they will no longer be with us because they will have their own families. I would like to spend my whole life with you, to be with you in sadness, joy, sickness and in health.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it, so would you do me this pleasure,” Seungkwan opened the small box he was holding this whole time, revealing a beautiful silver ring with two stones. Blinking the tears out of your eyes, you covered your mouth seeing that they were your birth stones connected as one. “And become my wife.”

Dropping down to your knees before the only man that mattered in your life, you took in his rosy tear-stained cheeks, his brown ruffled by the wind, and his sparkly eyes, knowing that you were just about to agree on spending your eternity with him.

And you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“Yes,” you whispered, grabbing Seungkwan’s face between your hands. “In every lifetime we get to have together Boo Seungkwan, I will always say yes,” you let your tears fall freely, as you leaned in to kiss your fiancé. He grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer, kissing you with every fibre he had in his body, like he was trying to say “I love you” in every way possible. 

Before he was able to pull out the ring from the box though, suddenly a group of people - your friends, started cheering and clapping, as a camera’s flash went off. You tore your gaze from Seungkwan and looked behind him, where everyone was huddled into a small group, holding each other close. 

“Were you there the entire time?” You asked, as Seungkwan helped you up from your knees. “You bet we were,” Soonyoung said, putting an arm around Seungkwan, looking at him fondly. Everyone went out to the terrace you were on, congratulating you one by one (Seungcheol and Seokmin started bawling their eyes out again). 

“Are you not angry we stole your spotlight?” you turned to Jeonghan, wiping the tears off your face. “I don't need any spotlight as long as I have my wife by my side,” he said, gazing down lovingly at his bride.

You looked around you and smiled at the fact that this was your future - next to Seungkwan, together with your friends. You didn't know what the future would hold for you, but as long as you were together, everything would be fine.

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coaxed you into paradise - c. 34

Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of Daemon, whose loved her all her life.

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My sister and I have always been polar opposites. She was a demure and obedient girl. She always listened to her Septa. She seldom missed her lessons, muña always complimented her obedience and interest in all things that ladies must do. They see her as a paragon of chasteness and virtue, she made it easy to love her.

She looks up at me with those round pleading eyes, and I bend.

Are you allowed to have tarts?" I inquired and she shakes her head. "I have a cough and muña says that I'm only allowed to eat fruits." she responded eloquently, not stuttering in spite of her young age.

I was proud of my sister.

"Nyra," she says my name. "- can you tell me a bedtime story?" she pleaded, grabbing the hems of my gown. I respond with a light chuckle, before settling down on the bed beside her.

When I was your age, Uncle Daemon told me stories too. Of valiant knights and fair maidens, of forest animals and dragons." I cooed, smiling at the thought of Daemon. How long has it been since we've last seen each other? Far too long.

I longed for him - truly.

"Uncle Daemon?" she tilted her head, the name sounding foreign on her tongue. My eyes widen slightly, was she unaware of our uncle's existence? "Our father's brother. He left a year ago to join his wife in the Riverlands." I explained, lifting the blanket to cover half her body.

"- now shall we head off to our story?" I inquired and she hummed. Her eyelids already fluttering as she prepares for her slumber.

"Once upon a time, there was a dragon and a scorpion, they both needed to cross the narrow sea. The scorpion sits atop the dragon, and asks: dragon, may I ride your saddle? I need to cross the narrow sea. But then the dragon breathes her fire and says: No scorpion, you may not for you are a scorpion and your nature is to sting." I tried my best to remember part of the short story.

"The scorpion shakes his head and says: Silly dragon, why would I bite you? I need to cross the narrow sea too, and if I bite you, we will both fall into the ocean. For the first time, the dragon does not follow rational thought, she allows the scorpion to ride her saddle. And when they were about to land in Dragonstone, the scorpion stings the dragon. She says: I trusted you scorpion? Why betray me?"

"- and the scorpion laughs: I am a scorpion and my nature is to sting. You cannot change an animal's nature." I finished, and by then she was burrowed into her sheets.

Only mere minutes away from dreaming. "Did Uncle Daemon tell you this story?" she asked me and I shook my head. "Our kepa shared this story to me before you were born. He said that he dreamt about it." I smiled, remembering the days where there was only three of us.

Muna. Kepa and Me.

"That is why, you must bask in the company of those who can fly beside you. Not those that shall sting you." I warned her, flicking a piece of her hair away from her face. "Goodnight, sister." I whispered - pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Rhaenyra." she replied.

I smile again. My mother favored her the most. My father only yearned for a son, but I am happy to know that she chooses me, and all circumstances were fine.

It was seven years later when my uncle returned to the Red Keep. I still remember the day that I saw him again. I was standing beside my sister - who was wearing a yellow gown that caused the other ladies at court to make fun of her. She looked like a banana, they said and she came to me running with tears in her eyes.

"Rhaenyra," he calls out to me.

"Daemon." I freeze for a second, only brought to reality by my sister's grip on my forearm. "I apologize, uncle this is..." I introduced them to each other, not taking my eyes off Daemon.

The years have done nothing to his face, he was still as dashing and daring as before. I can still see the same shade of purple in his Valyrian eyes, that same petulance on his lips that I bore too.

I should've known the moment that I introduced them to each other. Daemon always had a certain liking to the gentle ones, and with my sister's Valyrian blood it didn't take a while for him to fall in love.

Instead of spending the entire summer playing chess with my uncle, or walking in the gardens with my sister. They both spent their time in each other's company, no doubt already making jokes that only they could relate to - no doubt riding dragons without me.

And so, I felt alone again.

At the beginning both Saera and Daemon favored me the most, but now they favored each other. Worst of all, I found myself hating her.

I found myself hating the girl that I raised.

"There are rumors about your sister and Prince Daemon." Alicent opened the conversation, she continued braiding my hair. "Pray tell." I paused, intrigued about my best-friend's gossip. "They were together, like lovers, I heard my father talking to Uncle Lancel." she informed and it was like my heart stopped beating.

How was it that he chose her? Everyone at court spoke about my beauty, even called me the Realm's Delight, but Daemon could not see that - he'd rather choose a maiden with silver-gold hair and dull purple eyes to warm his cold nights.

What did she have that I did not?

"Will they be wed, princess?" Alicent inquired.

"I-I don't know." I stuttered, finding myself speechless.

The next time I saw my sister, it was after our mother's pyre. She was standing next to the Weirwood Tree with tears in her eyes. She lost the parent that loved her the most. Now she knows what it feels. "I wonder if in that moment father was happy, because he had the son that he desired." I breathed and she wipes the tears from her eyes.

"Rhaenyra, kepa loves us as much as he'd love his sons." Saera comforted, wanting to take the optimistic route instead of facing the inevitable reality. We both knew that she was bluffing, and if deep inside she did believe her words then time would be a stark reminder.

"We will never be sons, sons are better than daughters." I corrected. "- kepa will have another wife, he'll have more sons and we'll be sent away." I mourned, shaking my head. Our mother had just died, and everyone at court couldn't stop talking about the next Queen.

"His sons will be his pride, and we shall be his joy. A man's pride overweights anything else." I added while gathering my gowns to stand up. Mayhaps, this is the perfect time to offer her some advice.

"Take this as a warning, sister. Stay away from our kepus, if you wish to avoid rumors of your spoiled maidenhead. Maybe then you'll be provided a good match." I warned, before standing up and sitting beside Alicent.

Instead of being punished, my sister was given leeway. She was betrothed to Ser Harwin Strong, who was handsome, and dashing. He always treated me with respect and I must admit, I was jealous of her. Our father was not punishing her, he was rewarding her with this match.

"Your sister is gracious." Harwin muttered, handing me goblet of wine as the festivities ensue. All I could think about was Daemon - how he ended a war just to be here, he was too late. Now he must watch his beloved in the arms of another.

I found myself smiling at him.

Seeing nothing but kindness behind his brown eyes.

"- she was ever vigilant in planning our wedding." he added.

And that conversation was the start of many more conversations. Until one night, my tenderness broke and I allowed sin to enter.

I found myself slowly liking this man. His deep voice, his velvety tone. Everything about him was made to my liking. He was pure and true. He made me forget about Daemon. He made me forget about Saera.

"How is the babe?" he asked, reaching down to press his palms on my swollen belly. A smile paints my lips. "The babe is well," I replied placing both of my hands on my tummy. Fatherhood suited him.

The mere thought of his seed inside my belly made me swell with joy. We were made for each other. "- and his mother?" he inquired, meeting my eyes that were filled with adoration. "She is well, now that you are here." I smile deeper, pressing a kiss on his lips.

There were nights where we spent talking about love, before we were together. The first name that spilled out of my tongue was of Daemon, that I fancied him as a child, but he never reciprocated those feelings. My hands snake towards his chest, wrapping him in a warm embrace.

With Harwin and Laenor and her sons, there was nothing she couldn't do. She could move mountains and drain rivers. All because of them, my boys, the very reason for my existence.

When the news of Harwin's death came to me, the entire world collapsed. The love of my life was swallowed my fire. "Mother," Jacaerys finds his place beside me, grabbing my forearm and I collapsed on the floor. "It cannot be," I cried feeling the air run out of my lungs.

He was my joy. The sun of my life.

"He was burned, my lady." her handmaiden announced, keeping her eyes on the floor, in respect of her lady's grief. "Burned my whom?" I sharply questioned. I would kill for him, one day.

But for now, I needed to live for him.

"There are rumors, my princess, but none of them have been proven true." my handmaiden replied, lips pursed into a thin line. The tears wouldn't stop flowing out of my eyes. "Cunts," I mumbled.

How would I take on the world without my sun? Without the man that made everything possible.

I became cruel after that. I hid in Dragonstone. I refused to leave.

When Saera's son, Daegon, came with the news of Lucerys' death. I knew that I had to have my revenge. I called for mercenaries to murder Prince Aelor, because I wanted Aemond to know what it felt like to lose a son. I wanted their family to break. I wanted them to die.

I see the moon from my bed.

The moon has always been related to the tides, and the tides reminded me of Alyssa and Saera.

The tears pool in my eyes.

"Is someone there?" I raised my voice, seeing someone's shadow sitting on my chair. I reached for the dagger under my pillow, and I rose from the sheets, aiming the dagger at the figure. "Reveal yourself," I commanded - not in fear.

I freeze seeing my little sister.

Silver-gold hair, a perfect nose and light-purple eyes. She looked younger, like how she was before we fell out. "What did you do?" she cried, holding a bundle of cloth, I could hardly make out the visage of the babe in her arms.

And when I did recognize it, my heart sank to my chest.

It was Aelor. He was wet - covered in water. I could smell the scent of salt and sand. "He was kind, never jealous, never angry." she rambled, eyes meeting mine.

"You took him, and I'll never forgive you."

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Hey! I absolutely love your work and was wondering if you would be open to doing a John egan x reader but reader is really close with gales girl Marge and kinda takes care of her while the war is happening and neither of the guys know till they come back and release that Mabye reader moved across the street from Marge and how much she’s been helping Marge, I think it would be interesting to see a domestic and fluff relationship between the two girls and + the men being involved

hello, honey! 💘 thank you so much for your request 😘 it was a very interesting scenario, I love the idea of women helping each other in difficult times 💪🏻💪🏾 not gonna lie, though, I was so jealous of Marge while writing it 🤣 I'm a hopeless case when it comes to Buck, I swear 🙄

Nothing was easy when the boys were away. Handling everything on your own and worrying about your husband at the same time was driving you crazy. You could only imagine how the women left alone with their children had to feel like. You weren’t sure if you’d handle that.

Some women handled the new reality better, some had a more difficult time to adjust. Marge was one of them and as Bucky’s wife you felt responsible for her just like you knew that your husband felt responsible for her boyfriend. They were closest friends and you were aware that if it was Bucky who had stayed in The US, he would take care of Marge because she was important for Gale. But it wasn’t him here, it was you.

You had only met her a few times before John went to Europe but she was sweet and she had wanted you to remain friends like your men were. You would call each other every week and talk on the telephone, trying to cheer yourselves up. But when both of your men had found themselves in the POW camp, you noticed that Marge was getting worse.

You packed your bags and decided to move in with her for some time. She was living alone and spending her whole days worrying. You couldn’t let that happen.

“They are together there, darling,” you squeezed her hands in yours when you were sitting together on her couch. “Think about that, it’s quite lucky that they’re together even there,” you didn’t know how else to cheer her up.

“But God only knows how long they will be there…” She sniffled her tears back. “What if we never see them again? How do they treat them?”

“We can try to write them letters, how about that? I know that the Red Cross helps with delivering them. Maybe they will get ours,” you proposed and she nodded, hesitantly.

“You know, Gale asked me to marry him in his last letter before he went down,” she confessed and you gasped before hugging her tight.

“Oh, congratulations! Then you absolutely have to write to him! You can’t leave him waiting!” You encouraged her and she broke a smile.

“Of course I’m going to say yes.”

“Of course,” you winked at her. “You know, some part of me is less worried now when I know John’s in the camp. At least he doesn’t fly anymore,” you told her. “I only hope he behaves well there because you know what he’s like. If he acts up too much, they can hurt him.”

“I’m sure that my Gale is watching over him and doesn’t let him act stupid,” Marge squeezed your hand and you nodded. She was right. The boys were looking out for each other. Just like you and Marge.

A few weeks later you already decided to stay in the same town where Marge lived. There was a house down the road for sale and you decided to move in there. You knew that John wouldn’t get mad about it and he’d like to live closer to his friend, too. You were sure he’d follow Buck wherever he’d go so you just didn’t listen to your family telling you it was an impulsive decision. It was not. Marge needed you and you needed her.

In the meantime, Buck had his birthday in late December. Marge was very sad about it so you came up with an idea of baking him a cake and decorating it with candles. You invited a few close friends and took pictures of his birthday party to show him when he’s back. She wrote to him about it in a letter that she hoped the Red Cross would manage to deliver. You did the same thing in September 1944 when it was your husband’s birthday and then again in another December for Buck again. This time it was more sad, though, when you both realised that it was his second birthday in the POW camp already. You were slowly starting to lose hope to ever see your husband again, too. But you tried not to show it and be strong. For Marge.

In the letter you wrote to your husband, you mentioned that you moved closer to Marge and that you were looking after her. But you didn’t tell him everything because there were things that men would not understand. And there were things men should not know. You didn’t want them to worry even more but there were nights where both of you would just hug each other and cry. You tried to remain strong for her, to be the responsible one. But it was so difficult. You would let a few silent tears flow, trying to cheer her up although the words you were saying were not believable even to you.

“Germany is losing this war, Marge, we’re gonna see our boys again, soon,” you rubbed her back on those nights as you were sitting by the fireplace.

“What if they get rid of their prisoners? They’re not good people, they don’t respect the laws,” she sobbed.

And what could you answer? You felt the same, you were worried about the exact same thing on all the sleepless nights, clutching on the sheets and praying to all the gods above you to keep your men safe.

“It just won’t happen,” you told her as if you were a god yourself and you knew. But you didn’t, you couldn’t know. She chose to trust you because she desperately needed to be assured.

Sometimes you wished it had been you being held by her. Sometimes you felt weak, too. But you chose to look after her and you would not back out.

In the summer of 1945 they finally came back and you threw a small party at Marge’s house to greet the boys home. Everything had been arranged by just the two of you – flowers, decorations and food. You had lots of fun preparing it together, excitedly awaiting to see your men again.

Of course you feared they would be different now. They had spent so much time in that camp, there was no way they’d come back the same. But you promised each other to always be there for the other one; to help and support when needed. You were like family now.

At the first sight they seemed the same – except for the eyes, they were sadder now. But your John was still playful as he spun you around and rubbed his nose with yours. He made a few teasing comments and inappropriate jokes that would make Gale roll his eyes and sigh. Gale seemed to be the same as well – kind and charming as always, with only a few new scars on his cheeks that Marge kissed all over.

But you knew it was just an act. You knew because the way you behaved oh-so-normal around them was an act, too. You were smiling and joking around with your husband like in the old days, but in fact you just wanted to curl up in his arms and cry out all the ugly tears you had been holding inside for the past two years. 

When all the guests left, you helped Marge in the kitchen to wash the dishes before you and John would go home, too. You were talking with each other softly about some silly things when Gale and John entered the kitchen and leaned on the wall as they watched you.

“What is it, boys?” You asked them with a soft smile.

“Just admiring our wives, can’t we?” John winked at you and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“I’m not a wife yet,” Marge teased.

“Soon you will be!” You reminded her excitedly and she giggled.

“I’ll go to the garden to see if there aren’t any dishes there,” she told you and you nodded. Marge went outside and you went back to drying the plates with a cloth.

“Thank you,” you heard Gale’s voice behind you as you flinched.

“Gee, you scared me. For what, Buck?” You asked.

“You were taking care of her,” he looked into your eyes deeply and for the first time this evening you could see all the hurt and pain on his face that he had been trying to hide.

“It’s nothing, don’t even mention that,” you told him as your voice broke. “You were looking after my Bucky.”

“And he was looking after me. Every day,” Gale nodded and walked away from you as Marge entered the kitchen again with a few plates and glasses.

You glanced at your husband who went oddly silent. He only watched you with sad eyes and you realised there were things about that war they would not tell you nor Marge in a long time. Perhaps never.

You finished the dishes and said goodbye to Marge and Gale. They were not married yet so he was supposed to rent a place nearby for a few weeks until the wedding but on that night he wanted to stay with her and you couldn’t blame him. You waved at them for the one last time and took John’s hand to go back to your house.

You opened the door and turned the light on with a relaxed sigh.

“I hope you like it, John. I had to manage everything on my own,” you told him.

He had been in the house early in the morning after his arrival but soon after you had left for the party at Marge’s house.

“Yeah, I can see that. Some things need to be fixed,” he pointed out and you shook your head at him as he grinned widely and pulled you closer for a hug. “I will repair them, don’t you worry, sugar.”

“Good. But overall you like it, yes?” You bit on your lower lip.

“Of course I do. It’s beautiful. But I’d live with you in a tent by the river, you know that? Everything would be beautiful with you in it,” he leaned in to place a soft kiss upon your lips and you threw your hands around his neck. “You’ve been a brave girl. I know what you did for Marge,” he whispered.

“I’ve already told Buck that it’s nothing.”

“No, it’s not nothing,” John insisted. “I know how much it had to cost you. Taking care of her when you needed to be taken care of, too. I know,” he caressed your cheek gently. “I’ve been taking care of him. Yeah, he was the one to keep me out of trouble but I’ve made sacrifices for him that only I know about,” he confessed.

For a moment, you felt jealous of Buck Cleven.

“I guess we are just good friends,” you tried to make a lighthearted comment about it. “They’re very lucky to have us.”

“Mhm, incredibly lucky,” John chuckled and leaned in once again to rub your nose with his. “I missed you terribly. Every day and every night. I’m not as good with words as Buck is, I’ve never been the romantic type but I hope you know that I mean it. I love you,” he whispered and you cupped his face with a smile.

“Bucky, baby, I didn’t fall for you because you were a romantic or good with words anyway. I fell for you because you were my goof. My class clown,” you assured him. “And I missed you, I missed you, I missed you… Terribly. Awfully. Dreadfully,” you kept saying these words and laughing through the tears of joy as he laughed, too.

“Okay, enough, I get the picture,” he pecked your lips. “Your goof is back now,” he assured you and you caressed his hair with your fingertips.

“I’m glad,” you nodded. “But if my goof needs to be sad sometimes or wants me to hug him and tell him it’s going to be alright, I don’t want him to keep it a secret, alright? I’m here for you, baby, for better and for worse,” you promised.

Bucky pulled you even closer for a very tight hug as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, his moustache tickling your soft skin. You put your arms around him and squeezed him in a loving way.

“I’m grateful, sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear as he placed a small kiss on your cheek, “but now it’s time for you to be taken care of.”

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PLATONIC YANDERE POTTER FAMILY X READER X WEASLEY FAMILY

In this AU, Harry's parents are well alive

You'd most probably meet the Potter family first before meeting the Weasley family and I have a feeling that they'd be friends with each other. You'd meet the Potter family on the day Harry was going to Hogwarts, James did have quite a legacy at Hogwarts for being one of the best Quidditch seekers the Gryffindor Quidditch team ever had. Harry was looking forward to follow in his footsteps and the two of you met at the Kings' Cross Station. Your parents couldn't come with you to drop you off because they had an important business meeting with some client in Switzerland and they left you with your aunt who only dropped you off at the station and took off almost immediately, leaving you all by yourself surrounded with complete strangers. You've never been to Kings' Cross Station before and you had no idea where in the name of Merlin was platform 9 3/4. You've asked the Station master nearby and he thought you were just messing with him and pranking him which was why he just shooed you away

You were at a loss, you didn't know what to do and whom to contact, it wasn't like you were given an official guide as to where the platform was. You started panicking, thinking that the Hogwarts Express would be leaving without you any minute and you'd miss your wonderful chance to go to Hogwarts. You couldn't help but blink back a few tears of frustration as you felt that the situation was spinning out of control. You sighed and sat down on a bench for a moment to think about what to do next. You spotted a family of 3, a young boy of your age wearing glasses with a scar on his head, along with his parents, a man who resembled the boy's appearance, his father perhaps and his mother with hair as Red as the autumn leaves were accompanying their son with his trolley. "Blimey Harry, can't believe you're going to Hogwarts. Time does fly by fast" said James dramatically as he wiped his fake tears away

His wife, Lily glared at him and whispered "Shh... what if someone hears?" "It'll be all right, muggles don't know a damn thing about platform 9 and 3 quarters and Hogwarts and all that" he waved airily as they walked past you. An idea suddenly formed and took shape in your head as you followed them and when you finally caught up to them, you spoke "Umm... hi there, good morning. I was wondering if you could please direct me to where platform 9 and 3 quarters is...I know it exists, I just can't find it..." you finished with a forlorn look on your face as they stared at you in amazement for a moment and they had a silent discussion with each other through their eyes. You were indeed, one of them. "Don't worry dear, we'll help you. Where are your parents though?" enquired Lily as you replied "They're in Switzerland at the moment" "Oh...who came to drop you off then?" asked James as you answered "My aunt. She had some work to do back at her law firm. She's a lawyer so... it's just me by myself" you laughed slightly as they felt sad. Even though they just met you, Harry could already sense you were a bit upset and sad about something, the way your eyes had that wistful and wishful lost look in them, James and Lily didn't think too kindly about your aunt and your parents either at the moment

Attending Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and boarding the Hogwarts Express for the very first time was a magical once in a lifetime experience which would be memorable in one's life. How could your so called family just abandon you like that without even taking the time off from their work to even see you off properly? And did your family not care about your safety at all? What about all the dangerous and unknown strangers lurking around? The society and world these days isn't really that safe you know especially for sweet little things such as yourself. They decided to accompany you and show you the ropes as you tagged along with them and felt grateful that you'd finally catch your train in time

You noticed Harry's scar and when you asked him how he got it, he just had a sheepish smile on his face and replied "I was trying to catch a snitch at the Diagon Alley on my broom and I accidentally crash landed at Borgin and Burkes near Knockturn alley. The owner wasn't really that pleased with me when I smashed some of his stuff but the incident did kind of catch on with the other witches and wizards from the magical world. Some thought it was amusing and they think I'll follow in my dad's footsteps to become a great seeker like him" "What's a seeker?" you asked him with a confused and bewildered expression on your face. He stared at you for a moment and then it dawned upon him that you could have spent your life living with muggles and you probably had no idea what he was talking about. However no matter, he'd show you and teach you everything

You guys reached the platform just in time and you thanked them for their help as Lily hugged you and smiled "Enjoy yourself dear. Stay safe and have fun but don't get into any trouble" your heart warmed at her words, it was the sort of advice a mother would give to her child before sending them off into the real world all by themselves. You nodded as you boarded the train with Harry, saying your farewell and goodbyes to the Potter family. James and Lily couldn't get you off their minds for some reason, they were concerned with your safety and wondered if you were being treated well at home. Perhaps they'd better write to Harry after he reached Hogwarts to check up on you and update them about you. Just to be safe

You were talking with Harry and your conversation was interrupted when a ginger haired boy around your age dressed in black robes, with freckles on his face peeked in and spoke "Excuse me, do you mind? Everyone else's is full..." "Not at all" replied Harry as he motioned for the guy to take a seat in front of him. "I'm Ron by the way. Ron Weasley" he introduced himself as Harry introduced himself and you introduced yourself as well. The three of you were engaged in discussions when the sliding door opened again and this time, a girl with brown hair asked if any of you had seen a toad, a boy named Neville had lost one. The three of you said you hadn't spotted a toad and when she saw the wand in Ron's hand, she spoke "Oh, you're doing magic? Let's see it then" with an interested look on her face. Ron glanced at the two of you nervously but composed himself as he straightened his posture and uttered a spell which you were pretty sure wasn't even real because instead of turning his pet rat Scabbers yellow, he just made it frightened and it started scampering around everywhere till he finally managed to calm it down

The girl introduced herself as Hermione Granger and she disappeared after she told you three to change into your robes. You finally reached Hogwarts after a few hours and you were speechless by the magnificence and splendor before you. It looked exactly like the sort of castles in your bedtime stories your mother used to read for you when you were little, before she wasn't too preoccupied with her work and had time for you. You went along with the other first years led by a giant of a man named Hagrid who you thought was quite nice and friendly. Then the head of the Gryffindor house, Minerva McGonagall who was also the Transfiguration professor gave you all some background information about the houses

"Slytherin is filled with dark wizards and witches. And crackpots too" whispered Ron to you and you felt nervous, you didn't want to get sorted into Slytherin and lose your new friends. Professor McGonagall then asked you all to wait for a few moments as she needed to get some things ready for the sorting ceremony and as soon as she left, a blonde haired guy spoke "So it's true then, the sayings on the train... Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts" as everyone looked at him in surprise and muttered among themselves. "This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy... Draco Malfoy" as he introduced himself and Ron snickered in a not so subtle manner. Of course Draco heard it and wasn't really pleased with his reaction as he sneered at him. " You think my name's funny do you? There's no need to ask yours... red hair, a hand me down robe... you must be a Wealsey..." as he turned back to Harry and spoke "You'll have to know by now that there are some Wizarding families that are better than the others Potter. You're a part of the Sacred 28 after all,you don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort..." and glared at Ron again

You barely knew Malfoy for 5 minutes when you intervened "I'm sorry, what exactly makes a family a part of the Sacred 28? And Harry can make his decisions for himself. Of course, if you were a part of a Sacred family, your values and morals would be decent as well. Else you wouldn't be insulting people right off the bat as soon as you meet them". Some of the first years around you 'ooohed' when you said that as Malfoy's face grew hot and red with anger as he snarled "Stay out of this. No one asked you for your opinion" and you just rolled your eyes in response. Harry and Ron stared in amazement at your courage as Hermione was observing the scene from a distance away. It was your first day at Hogwarts and you were already getting ready to fight? She looked on rather disapprovingly but part of her admired your courage and loyalty for your friends by standing up for them. Which was why she also gripped her wand in her pockets just in case she could pull it out if the situation got out of hand. She didn't want anything happening to you for some reason

It was time for the sorting at long last, the moment you've been waiting for and Harry, Ron and Hermione were sorted into the Gryffindor house whereas Malfoy was sorted into the Slytherin house. The sorting hat was placed on top of your head and it muttered "Hmm.... interesting. Very very interesting...." as you nervously looked up at it and asked "What is?" "In all my years of sorting students into houses, you're truly something. You have bravery, courage and loyalty, fit to be a Gryffindor and yet, that cheek, determination and lots and lots of ambition to make you a Slytherin. Plenty of brains, the curiosity and hunger for knowledge is in there as well, you'd do well in Ravenclaw. You're also kind hearted and have the good old nature that Helga Hufflepuff was talking  about...hmm... where to put you?" it asked you

It was quite an interesting predicament because never before did anyone see the sorting hat have trouble sorting someone into a house. Everyone looked at you with bated breath as you could feel everyone's eyes on you which made you a bit conscious of yourself but you tried your best to ignore the feeling. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore was watching you quite closely as professor Snape, the Potions professor seemed interested as well. After a few moments of deliberation, the sorting hat finally sorted you into Gryffindor which you felt relieved about. Harry, Ron and Hermione felt immensely glad that you were in the same house along with them. You felt an exhilarating feeling course through your body when everyone clapped for you as you joined the Gryffindor table. You were introduced to the Wealsey siblings present there, Percy Wealsey, the third oldest who was the Gryffindor prefect, Fred and George the twins who were overly fond of pranking people and you made a mental note to not get on their bad side. The last thing you needed was to wake up with horns on your head or something or a tail for that matter

Harry, Ron, Hermione and you became fast friends pretty quick but you refused to talk with them when they didn't include you in the quest for the Philosopher's stone. It broke their hearts but it was for your own good,you couldn't be put in danger like that. They cared for you too much and it drove them crazy when you ignored them or just glared at them angrily and stormed off. You finally softened a bit towards them when they said that they didn't want to put you in danger and they just wanted you to be safe. You started hanging out with them again as usual and they were elated, the days you refused to even spare them a second glance was utter torture for them. Harry, Ron and Hermione were like your three overprotective shadows, always around you no matter what. They've appointed themselves as your official caretakers and grew possessive and obsessive of you really quick

Harry wrote to his parents about you regularly as Ron did to his parents as well. During Christmas your parents forgot to send you your Christmas presents and you felt heartbroken. Harry, Ron and Hermione were mad as hell so they pitched in and got you some treats from the Great Hall and a few Christmas goodies of your own like a journal from Hermione, a cute quill set from Ron and from Harry, a book he thought you might be interested to read along with an encouraging note from all three of them. Of course they've mentioned to their parents that you haven't received any gifts for Christmas and you've received dozens of parcels from the Potter family and the Wealsey family, even though you hardly knew them. But they knew everything about you, more than you could know about yourself. You've received puddings, Tarts, cakes, pastries, sweaters, a maroon jumper with a W stitched on it and a snowglobe with a cute tiny snowman inside it. You felt grateful for their presents and sad at the same time for your own parents and family forgetting about you just like that

You were even more crushed when your parents said that they needed to go to France for a work conference and your aunt would be preoccupied with a huge case in the muggle world which meant you couldn't go back home. You were pretty devastated when you were invited by Ron to spend time with his family as Harry stated that his parents would join them at the Weasley's house for a couple of days. You agreed and upon reaching the Wealsey house, you could feel the warmth and homely feeling the atmosphere radiated. It certainly did give off homely vibes. You wished your family was also like this. You were introduced to Molly, who hugged you and spoke "So you're the famous Y/N my Ronald keeps talking about all the time... it's so nice to finally meet you dear" as Ron heatedly yelled out "MUM!" as Fred and George snickered in the background, whispering about how Ron was a simp for you as he told them to shut up

You were even introduced to Arthur Weasley, the father of Ron and the other Wealsey siblings who worked at the Ministry of magic, Bill Weasley who worked as a curse breaker at Gringotts the Wizarding bank in Egypt, Charlie Wealsey who worked with dragons in Romania which you found extremely fascinating. There was also young Ginny Weasley, who'd be starting Hogwarts next year. She was shy at first but she really opened up to you and she had fun being around you. The Weasley family loved and enjoyed your presence, it felt like you were part of their family already

Percy could see you becoming a head boy/ girl or prefect and he wanted to become your guide but Fred and George kept stealing you away to their room to show you their latest inventions. They loved it when your eyes sparkle and light up in curiosity, they feel proud when you take in interest in their inventions as do the other Wealseys when you enquired about their hobbies and pastimes. Molly wouldn't even let you step out of the house when it was time for De- gnoming the garden, she didn't want you getting injured and everyone agreed that it would be best for you if you'd stayed in while they'd take care of the business

A few days later James and Lily showed up at the Burrow and greeted you warmly as all of you sat down together and discussed various things over some nice hot steaming bowls of soup and a scrumptious feast laid out by Molly and Lily. When you were asked about your love life by Ginny, you literally choked on your soup as Molly patted you on the back and James handed you a glass of water. "Ginevra, that isn't a question for the dinner table" said Molly with a death stare as everyone present there became very interested in what you had to say. "Believe it or not, some guy from our Potions class, Troy Mullers asked me out for Valentine's day" "What did you say?" asked Hermione as everyone felt that sudden protective urge to make sure you were safe by all means necessary, even if it meant getting that Troy schmuck out of the way. They won't stand for someone to romantically court you, you were too kind and innocent to have your heart and feelings being taken for a ride by some random immature guy you barely even knew

"I... I rejected him. He wasn't happy about it and he called me all sorts of mean names but... it's not something I'm not used to" you shrugged it off as they all felt anger course through their veins. Who dared to make you sad and upset by calling you mean names and hurt your feelings? In fact Charlie was ready to send a Hungarian Horntail after them and Fred and George would send them Howlers after Holwers and packages with explosive Dungbombs from Zonkos, the Wizarding joke shop that go off as soon as you open the parcel. They were seething and they all came to a single conclusion, you had to be taken under their care for your own good. And judging by the way your so called family was treating you, you wouldn't want to be spend more time with them anymore which was a huge favor for them. Besides, what good is a family if they can't take care of you? Don't worry dear, they'll look after you and care for you like their very own. You've become a part of their families now whether you wanted to or not and it's like they say, family ALWAYS comes first...

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Revenge Part Two

Summary - Sequel to Part One of my Ocean Eyes Series I fell a bit behind in writing the second part of this little one shot, but now I wrote it out! I hope you like it!

Warnings - Mix of angst with a HINT of fluff

Azriel’s P.O.V

“He’s in here,”

Azriel walked behind the set of Autumn Court guards, High Lord Brennon leading the way as the narrow hallways were chilled to the bone and the lanterns that were light barely had life in them.  His leather tight against his body, his Truth Teller tight against his hip and thigh, his mind clear with one objective:

End Eris

Landing in Autumn Court with Cassian and Rhysand at his side, it was clear he was leading the charge.  The colors of red and orange illuminated in the setting sun as Lord Brennon met the two Illryians and Night Court High Lord in front of the holding quarters.  With one look from the Autumn Court High Lord, Azriel knew he was not there for pleasantries.  He saw remorse in Lord Brennon’s eyes, remorse and regret mixed in with his own anger and rage.  Yet he simply lead them to the prison cells that were tucked away below the ground, stairs zigzagging back and forth along deep cold boulders and rocks.  Such a contrast to the Court above them as they were descending lower and lower.  Even the wind licking against the walls and howling within the caverns brought dread.

All Azriel thought about as he took every stone step was his wife and son.  His mate, who nearly died at the hands of the Autumn Prince simply because of her love for Azriel, he missed his mate and wished that her warmth would fill the bitterness that he was harboring.  Then his son, such a innocent young boy who would never hurt a fly and bring joy to Azriel’s days just by his laugh and smile, Alec was his main priority and his safety will no longer hang in the balance.

“We relocated out current prisoners to our new set of cells on the other side of the prison.  Eris is the only soul on this side, and we’ve done that deliberately.” Berron explained, “I would rather not have my prisoners be exposed to his ill doings since most of them are on the mend of being released on good behavior,”

FInally, at the end of a long hallway that had cells left and right, the last cell on the left already radiated deep energy, deep and dark that seeped of rage and horror.  The other cells were empty, a sure sign of the seriousness of the situation.  Azriel didn’t need his shadows to tell him that Eris was there, Brennon stepping to the side swiftly as the guard moved to flank both sides of the cell in quick obedience.  Rhysand and Cassian stayed behind Azriel, both were silent and just as focused as the Shadowsinger.  They too were filled with Anger towards Eris for bringing harm to Azriel’s family, their family.  

But their anger was nothing compared to Azriel.  

“My guards will stand by, but they will not interfere,” Berron explained as he turned to speak to Azriel, whom was watching him intensely with his hazel orbs and his shadows licking against his arms and legs.  Begging to start the torture, pleading to inflict pain on Eris as soon as they could.  Yet Azriel was composed, standing beyond still and stiff as if he was on one of his missions.  He was, and this mission was one of the biggest ones he would ever be on.  

“There will be no need to tell me when you are finished, my guard will do that for me.  All I ask, is that once you have completed what you wished to do, our alliance stays the same and remains strong.” Berron explain, then looking past Azriel to Rhysand.  Azriel looked too, seeing his High Lord remain composed as he stood next to to Cassian.  HIs violet eyes were almost illuminated in the latter lights of the dim prison hallway, even his dark hair shined as his stare was intense.  He nodded once, not saying a word.  Azriel was grateful that he came along, though he would have asked him to stay behind in Velaris.  But deep down, he knew Rhysand and Cassian were his brothers, they would do anything and be anything for him and keep him alive by any means necessary.  

Berron started to walk past Azriel, then stopping in his tracks to look at the Shadwosinger with his haunting eyes.  Azriel didn’t want to look at him, his was already waiting on pins and noodles to finally come face to face with the one fae who almost took the life of both his wife and son.  Yet he still watched Berron, seeing the ruler of Autumn Court give him a sincere gaze.  No wall around him, no look of superiority either.

Simply one being looking at another.  One father acknowledging another.

“I’m sorry about your family,” He said to Azriel, whom drank in those five words slowly.  Hearing those words from him seemed like a trick of his mind, knowing how stern and unmoving he was as a High Lord.  Knowing his past allegiance and who he used to be aligned with, this was new for Azriel to hear it in his tone of voice, to see it in his eyes.

He felt how Azriel felt in that moment, and he was letting him know.

High Lord Berron walked on before Azriel would say anything, both Rhysand and Cassian moving to the side as the High Lord ascending the stairs.  The three of them were watching one another with a moment or two of silence, only the soft flickers of the latter flames and dripping water was evident.  Azriel realized that he was about to do, and having his two oldest friends with him almost brought him peace.  Almost.

“Are you two going to stay and watch?” He asked the pair of him, not in a calloused manner and with no bite to it.  Cassian rolled his shoulders as Rhsyand flicked off some lint from his shoulders.  Azriel watched them both, another beat or two of silence hung in the air as Rhsyand was the one to finally speak up.

“We’re simply here to be with you,” Rhysand replied, Cassian nodding in agreement as Rhsyand gave Azriel a kind look, “You’re our family too, Az.  If you want us here, we’ll be here.  If not, we won’t.”

He knew where they were coming from.  Growing up together, suffering together through battles and blood, being happy together in their growing families and finding love for one another.  They were all brother first, then lovers, and now fathers.  The bond they all had together always thickened and grew over time, with no signs of separation or dismemberment.  

They would got through hell for him.  And he would for them too.

“I’ll take him on my own,” He replied calmly, his voice remaining soft since he could feel the bitterness want to come through in his tone.  Cassian gave him a hesitant look, almost worried in leaving him alone with Eris.  But then again, he took in a long inhale and nodded once, Rhysand nodding as well.

“Contact me when you’re done.” Rhysand replied as he pushing himself off from leaning against the wall.

“You two don’t need to wait for me” Azriel reason, but Cassisan scoffed and shook his head.

“We’re not leaving this place without you,” He replied wholeheartedly.  Azriel looked from him to his High Lord.  Rhysand eyed him, love was laced in his violet eyes as he rubbed his fingers together.

“I swore to my cousin to stay for you, and make sure you stayed yourself,” He explained, Azriel shifting in his stance from the mention of his mate and wife, “I won’t break my promise to my family, and you’re my family,”

Azriel felt it in his chest, the mention of family.  For so long he was always looking for a place to belong and a family to cling to.  But his family was standing in front of him, willing to walk though fire for him to keep him in the light and keep him sane. 

Deep down, he was grateful for the pair of them since they were his first true family.

With that, Rhysand and Cassian turn on their heels and walked down the hallway, Azriel watching them as they were ascending the stairs and out of his vision.  He was left alone in the nearly abandoned hallway. Hearing nothing else in the area but only his labored breathing.  He was left alone in this thoughts, in the motives that he was experiencing.  All this time, those long nights of worry and paranoia mixed in with moments in time where he thought of the worst.  It all came down to that moment, seeing the occupied cell that was shut tight and waiting for him.

Coaxing him to murder.  

Kill the man who threatened his family.  Who almost took his son and wife away, who thought of It was a game of sorts. Fear occupied his life and his home thanks to the man who was locked up, and now he had the opportunity to take care of it once and for all.

HIs shadows move along the walls of the hallways, touching the open prison cells and itching along the stone ground, perhaps surveying the area for Azriel as he was walking slowly towards the one shut cell door.    Thoughts were flooding his head now that he was utterly alone, moments away from opening the door and letting his shadows take over within a millisecond. 

He placed his hand on the cell door handle, his shadows licking against his fingers as if they were begging him to open.  Do it, open it now.  Now…NOW!

Finally with a gentle push, he opened the door.  Darkness as already in the cell with only a singular light coming from a window that was hight above near the ceiling.  A stone bed agains the wall, one bucket with barely any water or what could be piss in the other corner.

And there was Eris, sitting on the bed and looking almost on the brink of death.

HIs red hair that used to have shine was now matted against his head, even the warmth that hr would have as the Prince of Autumn Court was stripped away.  He already looked like a hollowed shell, the glow on his skin was now replaced with ash and paleness as if he was hidden away from the sun for far too long.  He was no longer the Eris Azriel thought he knew.

This was a shell.  A shell of someone who was defeated.

Azriel stepped into the cell, his shadows closing the door behind him with a “pop” of the lock activating.  They instantly got to work, pressing along the walls and floors as if to inspect the room itself as Eris took in a shallow breath. His eyes flickered up to Azriel, even the glow they had before when he felt on top of the world was no longer evident.  His eyes were dull, almost in defeat.

“Are you here to finish me, Shadowsinger?” He asked dully, his voice laced in hurt and almost pain as Azriel’s shadows were still clicking along every surface in the small room.  Azriel kept his composure as he watched the Autumn Prince, seeing how crumbled he was facing him and showing no attitude or cockiness.  Not like before, now he was different.  His shadows cam back to him, moving along his arms and neck to signal Azriel there was no other threat in that cell, no tricks and no weapons.

Eris was utterly at his mercy.  

He thought about his home back at Night Court, the small little cottage that was tucked away in the fields that only brought happiness and joy to his family of three.  He thought of the Inner Circle, whom has come to his aid and provided him with all of their own abilities and knowledge.  

Most of all, he thought of his wife and son, the two joys in his life that meant for to him than his own life.  

“No,” he replied coldly, Eris barely raising a brow as Azriel kept his stare on him.  With a simple twist of his wrist, his shadows engulfed the space of the cell, shutting out any light that was seen within the four walls.  Just like before, what seemed like such a long time ago, when Azriel filled the meeting room with darkness when Eris first threatened his family. 

This time, he wouldn’t let Eris leave that cell willingly.

Your P.O.V

Your son was in a deep sleep, snuggled into the sheets with his black hair blocking his eyes.  With the starry night high above your home, it cast a tint of blue over the fields into Alec’s bedroom.  You leaned back from your perch on the bed, watching Alec for a moment or two as he snored against his pillow.  The window was slightly opened, bringing in the sweet scent of lavender from the garden along with the strong scent of mint.  

His room glowed with warmth and familiarity: his toys tucked away in his toy trunk, his dresser against the wall that now had a new set of clothes given his recent growth spurt, and even the mural that was painted on the walls and ceiling showed warmth and peace that you knew this was a safe space for your son.  It al

ways was, since you brought him home as an infant.  After watching Alec for another moment or two, you finally leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, moving out of the room to let your room get his sleep after worrying over his father for the past few hours.

Ever since Azriel flew off with Rhysand and Cassian, Alec was filled with worry and concern for his father.  You tried your best to keep him occupied and busy while the sun was setting.  Alec still thought of his father throughout dinner, throughout the playdate he had with Nyx and Rose after dinner.  But still, in the back of his mind, he was thinking of Azriel.  

You were too, and you could only hope and pray that he was going to return the same Azriel you knew and loved.

He’s inflicted torture in the past on those who threatened harm to Night Court, even specifically to those he loved.  You knew that about him, ever since the beginning when he started working for Rhysand.  He had the power and ability to bring pain and horror to those who deserved it, and who were you to deter him from it?  Azriel told you plenty of times in the past that you have saved him from completely losing himself within his work and the pain he would bring on others.  

It was hard to see it at the time, but you knew it to be true.

Closing the door to his room behind you, the rest of the cottage was quiet.  The once roaring fire in the fireplace was now dwindling to embers. You started tidying up the living room, the few pieces of Alec’s shirts and socks all over the place, some of your cross-stitching yarn that you’ve started using after a recent shopping trip in the city, and a few blankets that you and Alec used to wrap up in while you read him his favorite book.  After placing the last bit of the small trinkets away in their proper place, you paused and looked at your home, you could have sworn you heard something high above your cottage.  A familiar sound, yet it still made you stand stiff.  Instinctively, you rushed over to reach behind the couch amongst the cushions, a dagger now in your hand as you listened for the sound again.  

There was: the sound of wind shifting.  Almost like wings…..

Wings.

My love?

You panicked, hearing it and feeling it in the bond as you rushed out of the cottage so abruptly that the front door banged against the wall.  Inwardly you were cursing at yourself for perhaps waking up your son, but you didn’t care.  You took a few steps out into the long grass before a being landed right in front of you with such force that the grass around you bent backward.  You knew who it was within moments, the familiar scent that he would harbor on his skin, the shadows that swirled around him along his wings and arms, and his bright hazel eyes that looked on the verge of tears.

The dagger that you had clutched in your hand dropped into the grass, forgotten as you finally said his name.

“Azriel,”

You both met in the middle of the field, his arms around you as his shadows melted away while his arms clung to you in such an intimate and death grip.  Sighing in relief, you held him close as well, then realized after a second or two that you were feeling a thin shirt.  Not his leathers.  Your fingers moved along his arms and backside, feeling the soothing material against your fingertips and then panicking as you pulled away to look at his appearance.

A thin gray shirt, dark pants, and barefoot.

“Your leathers,” You gasped, looking back at Azriel, finally seeing his face and how he looked changed.  Drained, almost like he lost so much energy.  You were glad he was there and he was alive, but you knew that he had changed.  You cringed, reaching up to cup his face in your hand as you scanned his eyes, “Azriel, where are your leathers?”

He would never go on a mission without his leathers.  It was a second skin for him, something he fought for and taken care of ever since he was given his first set of leathers.  He would fix the broken seams himself before he would ask for your assistance, taking hours on end to select his new set.  Those leathers were part of his life, and yet he stood in front of you now as if he was robbed of them.

You didn’t like the view.

“I didn’t want you to see how bad it was,” He mumbled against your palm that was against his cheek, you hearing the pain in his voice and seeing how close he was to being in tears.  Somehow you felt it, deep within the bond that you both had and relied on for your love for one another, he was both broken and yet relieved. 

No longer was he going to be haunted by Eris, thinking of the worst that could happen to either you or Alec.  He could stop his paranoia in your safety and thinking of the future.  His shoulders were now sagging and he leaned heavily against your palm as you gave him the softest smile.  There was so much you wanted to say to him, wanting to ask him even, but that would be for the morning.

All you did was hug him again, feeling his head dig into your shoulder as he breathed you in.  Even his inhale sounded and felt broken.

You both walked back into the cottage, shutting off the lights as the pair of you walked down the hallway.  Azriel poked his head into Alec’s room, seeing his son fast asleep and curled into the stuffed owl that he’d had since he was a baby.  Seeing that look in his eyes, the look of pure relief and finally having peace for his son, providing it for him.  You could see tears in his eyes, falling over his eyelashes and hitting his cheeks as you ushered back away and over to your bedroom.

Azriel nestled his head against your chest, hearing your heartbeat through your shirt as his arms were around you protectively.  Questions were still reeling in your head about what happened.  What came of Eris?  Was the threat completely gone?  Can the three of you finally breathe?  But those questions were merely lingering now as Azriel fell asleep.  Your fingers in his hair, his nose barely touching your collarbone, you felt that bubble again.

The bubble that both yourself and Azriel always wanted when you two mated.  The bubble that brought the pair of you pure happiness with long days and cool nights.  The bubble that made you sincerely hope for a great future.  

You still held a secret from your mate, feeling his fingers sprawled out along your lower stomach.  He wouldn’t be able to feel or see a bump yet, given the fact that you recently got the news from Madja herself.  But you were inwardly glad he came home in one piece, knowing in a few months, your house was going to be officially crowded.

But in the best way.

The End 

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