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stan twins the canon cptsd brothers i will always think about all your unaddressed issues that would make perfect plot fuel for your spinoff
and also the whole 'stan getting that poem by bill via a website which contrasts with bill getting one from the axolotl via a website' foreshadowing thing
like idk i would love something like su future but like more optimistic, aka not an accumulated breakdown that has to be mostly resolved off screen at the end :/// but something thats being kinda addressed throughout? (although would love to see one of them turn into a monster thats always fun lol)
stan having severe issues from his dad and those years of being homeless that we keep on getting more info on but never really getting confronted on (the drifter catalogue and tijuana incident...), him being completely alone for like twenty years when running the shack before soos comes along to the point that 1998 is noted as his low point, and him not really learning about bill+what he did to ford until ages after he killed him if he ever did get the full context
while i think amnesia and everyone seeing him as a hero actually helped with stan's 'i'm a worse version of my brother' thing its still a lingering issue too and we now got him being insecure over his own hands
ford being immediately thrown from 'being tortured by bill' to 'being stuck in the multiverse and being chased by bounty hunters constantly', him fully expecting himself to die when destroying bill, and him only now being safe for the first time in 30 years ....relatively safe, he's still in constant danger because of course he is
idk in the end the series wants them to be happy and they deserve it, its why i wasn't too worried about the book being like 'ooh bill is back!! and the book is haunting ford' thing cos i knew they'll be ok
#stan pines#ford pines#stanley pines#stanford pines#gravity falls#stan twins#as for the 'still on your mind' thing to me its stan literally thinking about bill despite ford resolving to move past it#or alternatively me on my same coin theory obsession lmao#me yelling and screaming at ouroboros being used to link to the axolotl and bill and how ford didn't actually keep it#which brings up even more questions about it reappearing in the shack when stan takes over#of course even if him realising about reincarnation being a thing i think its still way less to deal with than his actual issues#something something a same soul doesnt mean much when he already proved himself a better person a million times over#idk my thoughts on reincarnation as a concept is like eh??? anyway#also completely unrelated but stan writing fanfic means he knows what soos meant when he was talking about stan fics#soos seems like a gen fic writer especially with the ones we got as those promos#the train one where he comes up with a giant backstory for the setting that has nothing to do with the fic bros is super funny#but meanwhile we have stan the canonical smut writer who had to be writing it that summer#would he be a self insert shipper? would he projecting on the duchess instead? is he both???#i have many questions#then again judging from hows theres a wedding scene that he got super emotional over he might just be a shipper????#this has nothing to do with my original post#...or does it cos the axolotl last appears reacting to stan freaking out about count li--#anyway if you think this post is longer than my usual its cos i physically made myself delete most tags and put it in the actual post
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girlhood
#i have to fly out to capetown to see mother and im literally debating if i could land in the morning and leave at night on the same day#like. anything longer than that is going to ruin my year.#when she called and did her âkatherine. you have to be here on the 10thâ i literally sobbed in my bed for the rest of the day đđđ#not dyeing my hair black for a year and its getting lighter and lighter everyday and i look like her again#and my therapist telling me âyou need to do things for yourself.â but like can i? sorry that woman traumatised me and i actually cant :)#like everything i do is informed by her#I'm going to go and just like everytime the only way to keep my sanity is to mirror her. talk and sit and speak and read and eat like her#and its such a terrifying experience bc i remember that im capable of emulating her viciousness and maybe i am my mother's daugher đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘#and im going to come back and its going to take fucking months for me to feel like myself again#âoh you look so beautiful just like your motherâ i hope you DIE lol !!! the fact that my conception of beauty was shaped by her#growing up with this cruel beautiful detached woman and realising that at the intersection of beauty and wickness is a lifetime of pain#and still being so desperate for her approval- for any metaphysical proximity to her that i felt elated when#people would tell me i look like her. that it meant i was also beautiful like her and maybe she'll love me a little for it#but now i know for a fact that i do look like her and it makes saliva swell under my tongue - that moment right before you throw up-#when people mention it đ#last time i was in capetown my optic neuritis flared up (and i know for a fact it was that it was ms-stress related from having to see her)#and i thought i hid it so well even though i had near constant headaches & lethargy until she said âkatherine give me the red notebookâ#and i knew that she knew all along. it was so acutely humiliating standing there and knowing she knows i cant see which one is the red one#and she tilted her head and said âwhats the matter? do you not know what red looks like?â#im never going to have kids. my mother and i read eachother so well it can only mean im never too far removed from becoming her#lol!!!!!!!!!
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i think something moonage daydream was really good at doing was capturing a vibe
#sir.txt#the thing it was second best at was painting a picture... that movie is a watercolor rendition of a galaxy to me#i feel like the linear progression of bowie's life in the movie never being marked by any specific dates not even years... it gives it that#not cut and dry feeling. none of these events exist solely in one day of one year they are something that will span longer than ourselves#one day- a couple of hours- stretched into infinity simply by the fact that they were not confined within a date#i think that's something worthy of bowie. to be immortalized not through the medium itself but by how the medium refuses to cage him within#any set parameters that would be too extreme and unsatisfying for him would he be there to choose#instead letting him trespass all those barriers and just be and transcend#my boyfriend says the film is like bowies superstar cosmic journal well i say the film is like bowies watercolor rendition of a galaxy in#formation- and all the stars are still forming and the watercolor still hasn't dried as another layer is added so shades melt within-into-#each other#like how bowie refused to keep himself caged within one style one look one identity he surpassed all of those boundaries and transformed#into something else... it is only fair that the film capture it in a similar way... all of the flashy colors and editing is just a#projection of bowies spirit itself in all its vibrancy and extravagance without being supercilious#this movie was touching but also fun for the sake of fun and eccentric for the sake of eccentricity. it's a must watch for whoever loves#bowie at his most raw and unrestrained and undefined... i felt like falling through the screen to bw held by him at several moments#BECAUSE that's what the movie is it's the galaxy wrapping its arms around the unknowing astronaut#and welcoming them into itself because nobody in this reality is actually an outsider of life- nobody passively observes the universe-#that's something that i found very moving in the film was how bowie surpassed that feeling of all-encompassing loneliness that was#what propeled him to create art... and found acceptance and loving and understood he wasn't alien to all of it.#it's very moving again like i said. but specially movingfor someone like me who struggles so hard not to simply idly observe things and let#life reject me. I can't keep letting these things write themselves into existence over and over and maybe just maybe#that film helped me snap back into a higher sense of lucidity where i realise i have to take control of my life#but like. anyway.#bowies life is very mythologised but in part it is very much a self constructed myth which he himself took the time to skillfully architect#and its such that myth ceases to be only in suspension and untangible: bowie being extraterrestrial.#he.... he integrates so much into the planet he does become an energy traversing through earth. he becomes life itself but in the least self#important way this sentiment could be expressed.#there will never be another bowie- as there will never be another dylan or reed or lennon. there will never be circumstances which will come#but to quote the movie. his life hasnt ended. only changed. thats beautiful. anyways my tags are up
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good timesone i am drawing.
#jupiter.speaks#> woke up early i couldnt sleep much. away from bruce bear đ#> anywag i am. trying to figure out what outfit to give my jjk si. i cant decide bc ik how teacher uniform restrictions are.#> however! im goin for a uni style school. tho i realise it lasts longer than uni i just remember they say theres like 7yrs or smthn#> like in s1 i mean. its just 1-3yrs in that exchange tournament the older yrs dont do it. hmn. well i can work with that actually#> still tho. outfit planning hard
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I can't do shit tomorrow until I've done some tasks that usually require a bunch of spoons so if I basically disappear for the day you know why
#it's a shame cause i only realised i forgot to draw a response to a comment like#two minutes ago#and it was gonna be a funny lil thing but i foorgooottt#and i cant just do it tomorrow because things to do#just#:(#sucks when you have things you need to do sometimes huh#but yeah hopefully I'll be back tomorrow night bug you never fuckin know with me#will probably be too busy the day after too :(#i got a health checkup or whatever i don't actually know what this is about#or what its even for honestly#just one of those routine things they want me to do or something#i dunno#maybe they're checking I'm still alive with the way this country's healthcare is#some lady was on the news like 'the wait times are... longer than we'd like'#and i burst out laughing what an understatement lmao#anyway#I'm super tired#good night
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Hauyne and Erin spending a peaceful evening in Route 9, hand-in-hand and just quietly enjoying each otherâs company.Â
Thatâs it. Thatâs literally the post.
#interceptor oc: hauyne#lmao yeah one of my mutuals suggested posting about my oc's interactions with erin#which i liked#so i did#there was another thing based on a hc i saw#about how erin has a really lovely singing voice#and i imagined them performing a duet together#their voices just complementing each other so well#its honestly the sweetest thing#which is funny#considering that the two aren't big on PDA and don't seem lovey-dovey#especially not in public#but somehow manage to come across as one of the sweetest couple you'll ever meet#even with how they act#you'd think they were just close friends#perhaps even two lovestruck teens who don't realise their feelings are mutual and are dancing around each other#lol how is the tags longer than the actual post???
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I will forever be pissed that they gave kiryu an actual love story (the first and only time they actually gave him a proper love story instead of just confessing his love very quickly before the girl succumbs to her injuries) and then retconned his love interest out of the other games like WHY WPUDL YOU DO THAT.
#Yakuza HATEblog#like they motherfucking took her away from me#just because shes a cop ???? they didnt even bring her back for dead souls#like what difference would it have made if they replaced that lady soldier with sayama it would have been the exact same#especially the âive handled guns for longer than youâ line where she fucking shot between her allies to hit the zombies like first of all if#you truly knew about gun safety you wouldnt have done that but what do i know maybe thats just how military dogs are#yeah ehats the difference between a pig and a dog they can both be your best friend#ryuji met his little sister once before she completely dissapleared forever#like what the FUCKKKKKKK BRING HER BACK#SHES THE ONLY WOMAN THAT KIRYU HAS EVER LOVED SHES MY ONLY EVIDENCE FOR BISEXUAL KIRYU PLEASE ....#kiryus like dont call me gay boy call me bisexual boy so that ladies know to hit on me#kiryu doesnt even realise that he himself is bisexual because he keeps falling for men and having sex with girls like sayama is the first#girl hes ever fallen in love with and they took away his gf like they took away pacmans wife fml fuck everything#idc if he actually lover yumi or not but he loved sayama and they just made us forget about her because she wasnt real#she was real to me. they were real to me. but then again i am a real poser#because if people actually cared about kiryu and sayama rhen i wouldnt have to defend her with my life#its only because people hate her that im saying anything
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Am I supposed to be working on lior? and gaoyl? Yes. Am I working on joml instead? Also yes.
#Ace writes sometimes#writing process#JOML#LioR#GAOYL#i swear im trying to get the next chapters done for lior and gaoyl but my brain has decided its suddenly gonna focus on joml#and i simply cannot waste the opportunity so you just gonna have to wait a lil longer for those#also have a weird urge to finally get my ass in gear about gg but i doubt that will pan out but well see they deserve an update#basically have lots of will to write i just cannot seem to actually direct that energy anywhere#joml is much longer than i realised though but tbf the chapters keep spiralling out of my control so not that surprising
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It's a weird fucking feeling realising that you actually have to plan ahead for and schedule in the things you like to do, as well as the things you have to do.
I don't mean the complicated stuff, that's a given.
If I'm going to the cinema, then I accept I'm going to have to look up film times and buy tickets and figure out when I'm going to leave the house. If I'm going to visit a friend who lives in a different county, then I accept that I'm going to probably be looking up travel times and planning activities and where to eat and what time we'll be doing what, for possibly days beforehand.
But its even the fucking lowkey stuff. If I want to watch a tv show, I have to plan time out of my day to do it, and I don't always get round to it. If I have a whole day free for some reason, and I decide I want to watch a film (at home, on the sofa) and I don't lay out a plan for when I'm going to do that and how long I'm going to take, then it just won't happen.
If I want to go for a walk just around my local area before it gets dark, or eat something with a slightly longer cooking time, or write my diary, or read a book I've been looking forward to reading, or even read fucking fanfiction that is longer than about 8000 words, then I have to set some sort of plan beforehand.
Like, I know intellectually that executive dysfunction affects more than just the things you don't enjoy doing. But fuck it doesn't really hit you until you realise that you haven't sat down to watch an episode of that show you like for over a week, even though you can't really name any activities you've been doing or commitments you have that would make it impossible to do so.
Anyway, this is a reminder to people who struggle with that sort of thing: schedule your days off, lest they be swallowed by the Pit before you get the chance to do anything fun with them.
#executive function#autism#adhd#audhd#(i don't know if i actually have adhd or not#but i finally have an assessment booked for march!)
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this post just grows longer and longer but i found something else, on page 437. itâs about the delivery man getting the flaming sword back from aziraphale. the original: âthen he approached the couple with the bottle.â the translation: âdann näherte er sich erziraphael und crowleyâ (then he approached aziraphale and crowley).
maybe iâm overanalyzing this but couple does have certain connotations that are completely missing from the translation. apart from that itâs also just a different sentence. i have no experience with translation myself so this might be okay, still itâs strange.
Idk if you know, but the German publisher of the Good Omens book added a line that Crowley had a thing with women in Ancient Rome. Like⌠he slept with them. It has been in the German translated book version for years. Even thought it was - obviously- never in the original English book version. It was added by the German translation team⌠for whatever reason.
I am running a Little âcampaignâ to get that line erased.
Anything you want to say to the German publisher?
Why? I mean, why????? And yes, that's bad. Not inserting Soup Ads bad. But it's bad.
#i dont necessarily read couple as in theyre romantic in the book#i did underline it because i was like teehee theyre described as a couple#but it is weird to remove it from the translation#regardless of intent#good omens#just realised that paragraph is vaguely from the delivery guys perspective meaning he thinks of them as a couple#so its a similar situation as the consenting cycling repairmen euphemism anathema used#also. i understand that you dont always translate word for word i can imagine that you have to change the sentence a bit so it reads better#in german or any target language#but âdann näherte er sich dem paar mit der weinflacheâ isnt harder to read than âdann näherte er sich erziraphael und crowleyâ#imo#ugh an addition but in the tags bc idk if it counts#on page 317 âpoofterâ (slur for gay men if i remember correctly) is translated to âlackaffeâ#obvs ive heard lackaffe before but i had to look up the meaning and its def about like rich dandy pretentious men that kinda vibe#so it might fit but idk what the actual connotations are when you already know the word#tags longer than archimedes lever to lift the world but i felt like this was important
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indomitable urge for love and relationships when i dont want it actually goooo away i hate romance
#im still completely allo i think ive just been done with it for longer than i think i was willing to admit#its not my heartbreak arc its my i have better things to do and i really dont enjoy being in relationships actually realisation#i feel like a 12 year old boy saying girls have cooties but yeah#dictions#also unrelated note but i feel sort of nauseous rn and idk if i should be worried or not
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My first ever comic con! And first cosplay too. Of course it's gonna be my boy :] Ramblings about the process are under the cut(Let me know if?? You would want me to elaborate with process images for any of the steps?)
The costume took me forever to make, as I've never done any machine sewing, sculpting, fabric dying or spray painting before but learning all of these was so fucking fun!! I never realised just how many different skills go into making a cosplay but it was so worth it!!!
Almost all of the clothes(except the hat) were purchased first as bases, but all of the detailing was added by me. All of the fabric used was originally just scraps that I was given for free so I needed to learn how to dye and dye all of the stars, they were originally white.
The sewing machine was its own beast that brought me tons of frustration from the lack of skill and knowledge (it was devastating to find out that 95% of fuck ups were my fault and not the machine's lmao). But as a result, a hat sewn from scratch, all of the fur trims, embroidery on the corset, stars and the collar(which is very hard to see on the pictures unfortunately) was all added manually. The stars and the stripes(on the back of the cape) were attached using heat-and-bond adhesive (I WISH I knew about such thing just when I started working on this. It would save me so much time and nerves.)
Then I found out about polymorph(mouldable plastic) and it has become the next thing I wanted to learn, to sculpt the claws and the fangs(yes, they're handmade jfksjs). The claws I then primed and painted in trillion coats because I wasn't satisfied with the colour of the spray paint. The fangs I moulded to my own teeth and then stained with tea to match the colour of my teeth :)c
As for makeup, I used Mehron Paradise water activated paints. At first I wanted to try to save money and bought myself Snazaroo instead, which unfortunately turned out to be a waste. Snazaroo didn't hold on my face for longer than 2 hours, cracking and peeling awfully. Mehron on the other hand survived 11 hours of me smiling, talking, emoting and such and didn't even crease at the smile lines(I'm actually shocked about that). It obviously works like any other makeup which means your skin texture and wrinkles won't go anywhere but Mehron's elasticity pleasantly surprised me. It did obviously smear from sweat and saliva(if you're eating and licking your lips) but if you don't touch the skin it just dries again, self setting. But if it's dry it's fully smear-proof. Highly recommend!
And last but not least, I've decided against painting my hands as it was very risky that I will stain everything I touch at the smallest hint of sweat. So instead I got myself gloves-tights(? Not sure how they're called but it's made from the same fabric as tights) and painted them with normal acrylic paint(did you know you could dye fabric with acrylic paint? I personally didn't), then heat set with an iron and voilĂ , they're reusable, my hands are not stained after an exhausting day and I don't stain everything I touch. It worked wonderfully which honestly was a surprise as I was really sceptical that acrylic paint will somehow stay in place.
I think this whole thing took me minimum of 6 months with big-big breaks for my school and life in general. But I'm really proud! This project taught me so many new skills and I couldn't have been happier about learning new knowledge, even if it sucked to fail in the meantime.
Everyone at the con was really nice and gave me a large confidence boost even tho it was my first time and I had no idea what I was doing. Taking photos with other people was really awkward/new for me as I hate cameras so I really had no idea how to pose/behave in front of one. But that's okay I think. This whole experience definitely made me want to do this again, so I think that will come with experience. Thank you for reading this far, hope you enjoyed this little summary :)
#my art#cosplay#biting the hand that feeds au#moondrop#fnaf moondrop#fnaf moon#moondrop fnaf#moon fnaf#bhtf moondrop#i had such a good time#little awkward moments of me being autistic and not reading social cues and/or having trouble processing didn't go anywhere#but that's okay#i don't think i was ever complimented as much as i was complimented at the con so that's a W#artist alley was definitely an experience of me just finding out how actually autistic i am#because i really Am Not Interested in anything aside from my special interests#literally got myself a singular Moon sticker and a singular Mothman print#that's it lmfaooo#i also had people come up to me to just give me a tiny plastic newborn toy and run away#10/10 hilarious#bhtf au#i MIGHT just draw Moon in some of those poses because đ#also maybe will make a separate post just showing off all of the details that are not as noticeable on camera? maybe? if yall would want#the cape and the hat ARE SO FUCKING FLUFFY#thank you silvermizuki for the furđŤľ
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Brighten Up the Sky
This started as a prompt from the lovely @satiresunflower, (though it is pretty much unrecognisable from the prompt she actually gave. She did give me permission to go wild though, so this is what you get lol)Â
This starts in Chapter 14 of ACOWAR, so some of the sentences are taken verbatim from the original text. I did change it into 3rd person, because me trying to write in 1st person never ends well. I also think there is a longer story in this particular idea, but quite frankly, I donât have it in me to write it right now.Â
Summary:
A Mating Bond between her younger sister and the Night Courtâs shadowsinger was the last thing Feyre had expected to spring upâŚbut then, maybe it did make sense.Â
Warning:
Public Displays of affection, kinda Nesta bashing, but like...she has her reasons?, Cassian being annoying
(Lovely dividers thanks to @cafekitsune)
âWhere are my sisters?â Feyre asked, the thought clanging through her head as jarring as a pealing bell.Â
Her sisters
Rhys paused for just a moment, his hand slipping from her hair as his smile faded. âElain and Nesta are at the House of Wind.â He straightened, swallowing. âI canâtake you to them.â Every word seemed to be an effort.
But he would, Feyre realized. Heâd shove down his need for her and take her to them, if that was what she wanted. Her choice. It had always been her choice with him.
Feyre shook my head. She wouldnât see themânot yet. Not until she was steady enough to face them.
âTheyâre well, though?â
His hesitation told her enough.Â
âTheyâre safe,â Rhys answered quietly.Â
"Thatâs good," Feyre murmured as she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm the swirling, churning emotions inside her chest.
Her sisters...her sisters were safe. That was something. That was enough. For now.Â
Only then she realised something else.
âYou said Nesta and Elain are at the House of Wind,â Feyre pointed out, her hands clenching, her heart beating faster. âWhereâs Alana?â she demanded, singling out her younger sisterâŚsingling out her half sister.Â
The result of their fatherâs dalliance with a maid during her motherâs pregnancy with Feyre. Alana was just 6 months younger than her. Alanaâs mother had died during childbirthâŚso their father had been saddled with another squealing infant that his wife was ill-pleased with.Â
Nesta liked to say that that affair had eventually killed their mother. Feyre thought it to be ridiculous. It had been a fever and Alana had nothing to do with it, because she had been a literal childâŚand Alana had lost her voice to the very same fever. Feyre could still remember her singing like a pealing bell when she had been a childâŚand thenâŚthen she hadnât been able to anymore. Even talking was near impossible for Alana, her throat unable to produce any sounds.Â
Even as Alsna had been thrown into the cauldronâŚHer mouth had been open in a silent scream, but no sound had come out of her mouth.Â
A shudder ran through her at that memory.
Alana. Her sweet, quiet younger sister. The sister that always smiled too sweetly and saw too much with those sharp eyes of hers.Â
"Where is Alana?" She repeated. The silence in the room hung thick in the air as Rhys continued to hesitate.
A prickle of unease started to make its way up her spine.Â
âRhys, where is Alana?!â she demanded, her voice rising.Â
âSheâs safe, I swear,â Rhys hurried to promise her. âSheâs not staying with Nesta and Elain but sheâs safe. She should be here soon. I thinkâŚeverything elseâŚyou should ask her about that.â
His words did little to soothe her worries, the unease that now clawed up her spine stronger.
âYouâre not telling me something,â she pointed out, her brow furrowing. âRhys, what are you not telling me?âÂ
She thought back to the last time she had seen her sisterâŚthought back to her being poured out onto the wet stone floor from the cauldronâŚnot a noise had come from herâŚnothing. She hadâŚShe had been poured out of the cauldron and had just kneeled on that stone floor as they had forced Nesta into the cauldron after her.Â
She hadnâtâŚshe had beenâŚabsent. Like the cauldron had taken too much from her.Â
And then, in the moment as Mor had pushed Lucien away from Nesta and Elain, Feyre had seen Alana lunge.Â
Not for the King of Hybern. Not even for Mor, who would have been closer to herâŚBut for Cassian and Azriel for some reason. She wasnât sure what had been Alanaâs reasoning. Wasnât sure whatâŚRhys had grasped all three of them and winnowed them away.Â
Her heart was now hammering.
âWhat did you do with her?â Feyre demanded, her voice growing panicked. âWhat did you do with Alana? Why isnât she staying with Nesta and Elain?â Feyre asked, her voice forcedly calm. âRhys, what is going on?â
There was another moment of hesitation, another moment of silence, before Rhys finally replied. "She justâŚopted to stay elsewhere."
Those words did little to reassure her.
"Where?" Feyre pressed, her eyes narrowed.Â
Rhys sighed. âHow about you get into that bath that should be ready by now?â he suggested. âIâllâŚtell you some of what happened. But I do think that some of the things should come from Alana and not from me,â he pointed out drily.Â
The last thing she wanted to do right now was take a bath, the last thing she wanted to do was to be pacified with pretty words and nice things. That was the last thing she wanted.
But...he was right. She needed to be clean.Â
Feyre growled at her mate, but stomped into the bathing chamber, stripping out of her clothing. Her fingers were near-black with dirt and caked blood.Â
Rhys snapped his fingers, and her skin was nearly instantly pristine again. âTell me what happened,â Feyre said flatly, as she sunk into the blood-hot water. âWhy isnât Alana staying at the House of Wind?â
Rhys was silent for a moment as he looked at her, his mouth in a grim line.
Then he let out a deep sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bathing tub. âA lot of things happened,â Rhys said drily. âBut the biggest reason why Alana isnât at the House of Wind is mostly thatâŚI canât guarantee Nestaâs safety, if she keeps spewing some of her venom in Alanaâs direction.â
Feyreâs brow shot up at that, her heart skipping a beat. âWhat?â she demanded. âRhys, what are you talking about?â That didnât soundâdidnât sound like...
To say that Nesta and Alana didnât get along was an understatement. Nesta gave Alana the fault for seemingly everything and AlanaâŚwell, she played deaf. And even more mute than she normally was. Even when Feyreâs sister hadnât been able to talk, she had been more than able to communicate if she wanted to, either with her expressive face, or her hands. And still, Alana had pretended like it wasnât happening. Elain was no better to herâŚElain liked to ignore Alanaâs very existence.
But Alana wouldnât have done anythingâŚAlana wouldnât haveâŚ
âAlana doesnât lose her temper,â Feyre said carefully as she looked at Rhys. âShe doesnât.â
âShe didnât,â Rhys said drily. âMy spymaster did.âÂ
A puzzled frown crossed over her face at that. âAzriel?â Feyre asked, her eyebrows furrowing. âWhat did he do?â
Azriel had lost his temper with Nesta?Â
âIf Cassian hadnât been there, I think Azriel would have torn out Nestaâs throat with his bare hands,â Rhys said with a grimace. âIt wasâŚbad.â
Feyreâs jaw dropped.
Azriel, tearing out Nestaâs throat? With his hands? ThatâŚthat didnât sound like him. Not at all.
âI...â Feyre had no idea what to say. Why would Azriel have done that? Feyre couldnâtâŚOf course, she knew that Azriel was capable of great violence, but he had neverâŚshe had never seen him lose his temper with a member of his family. Had never even through that that was a possibility. Whatever Nesta had said, must have beenâŚ
If he had gotten this angry on Alanaâs behalfâŚWhat exactly had been said?
"What did Nesta do? What did she say?" Feyre asked, her voice hard. "What did she say to warrant that reaction from Azriel?"Â
Rhys grimaced, shaking his head. âYou donât want to know,â he said, his voice low. âTrust me, you do not want to know what she said. It's...complicated."
"Complicated, how?" Feyre demanded as she towelled herself off, walking back into the bedroom and pulled on comfortable clothing, her worry mounting. "What could possibly be so bad that you don't want to tell me?"Â
If it was bad enough that Rhys didn't want to tell her what exactly happened...what exactly had been said.
"Well, thatâŚâ Rhys trailed off.
"Tell me," Feyre demanded again. "What exactly happened afterâŚHybern?"
Her mate gave in, holding out his hand and she joined him sitting on the edge of their bed.
Their bed.
She was home. Finally.
Rhys sighed.
âAfter HybernâŚMor dropped Nesta and Elain off at the House of Wind and then came back to the Townhouse. I hadâŚI had Azriel and Cassian, and Alana tooâ Rhys said quietly and Feyre swallowed. Azriel and Cassian were healed. Rhys had told her thatâŚbut somehow she hadnât been able to believe itâŚuntil she had seen it.Â
âAmren tried to stop the blood flow from the literal hole in Azrielâs chest. I didnât notice at firstâŚAlana was kneeling at Azrielâs sideâŚcovered in his bloodâŚholding his head on her lapâŚâ Rhysâs violet eyes seemed to be far, far away, as he nearly shuddered, just thinking about it. âAzriel wasâŚin and out of consciousnessâŚbut he was justâŚhe was just holding onto her.â
Feyreâs heart was lodged in her throat. Azriel, nearly dead, was justâŚholding Alana. Her head was spinning as her mind worked hard to comprehend this.Â
âThe mating bond snapped for them,â Rhys finally said quietly.Â
Feyreâs eyes widened. Her mouth went suddenly dry.
TheâŚthe mating bond? Alana and Azriel? Mates?
âThe mating bond,â she echoed faintly. âTheâŚthe mating bond.âÂ
Feyre was quite sure that her jaw dropped. And that she stared at Rhys like he had just grown a second head.
âAzriel and Alana?â Feyre asked, unable to believe that. Azriel and Alana?! The brooding shadowsinger and spymaster of the Night Court and her youngest sister?
Azriel, who seemed to have a thing for Mor and had never looked at another female as far as Feyre was aware?
Rhys winced at her look.
"Yes, I know," he said quietly, wincing. "That wasâŚmy reaction too. I didnât see it coming. I donât think that anyone saw this coming...especially not Azriel."Â
Feyreâs mind was racing.
Azriel and Alana. Mates.
She couldnâtâŚshe never would have imagined it. Never seen it coming. Not in a thousand years.Â
âHave theyâŚâ she wasnât even sure what she was asking.
âThree days late,â Rhys said with a sigh. âThey were not willing to wait.âÂ
âThree day?!â Feyre demanded. As far as she knew, Alana had never even entertained the thought of a suitor. Not that there had been any men that had looked over the fact that she was a bastardâŚand mute. They had never bothered to look further and Alana had never fussed about it either.Â
"Three days," Rhys repeated. "The moment Azriel was well enough to be mobile again, they mated." Rhys shuddered, his face scrunching up in distaste. âThey are insufferable. The both of them.âÂ
"What do you mean, insufferable?" Feyre asked. A million thoughts were running through her head. Alana and AzrielâŚmates. They mated.Â
"They could not stay away from each other," Rhys said, shuddering again. "They were...touchy. All the time. And so very...cutesy and sweet with each other. Gods, they are nauseating."
Feyreâs eyebrows rose at that. Alana and Azriel. Touchy? Cutesy and sweet? She could barely even imagine it. Alana...and Azriel. Being affectionate.Â
"Sheâs sitting on his lap constantly," her mate groaned, rubbing his eyes hard. "And he is justâŚconstantly touching her. I donât even think that they have gone a whole five minutes without touching each other."
"And the looks," her mate continued drily. "Gods, they are exchanging these looks. You would have thought that they are the soppiest, lovesick couple in existence. I did not ever need to see Azriel making heart-eyes at Alana. That wasâŚtraumatising."
Feyre pressed her hand to her mouth to muffle a snort. Azriel, making heart-eyes? That was a sight that she could not quite imagine. SheâŚshe hadnât even thought that Azriel was evenâŚcapable of making heart-eyes.Â
"Cassian and Mor kept poking fun at them. At every opportunity, which they definitely got often. Alana justâŚignored them. But AzrielâŚ" Rhysâ lips curled into a smirk. "He was not as amused as Alana by their teasing. He kept threatening violence every five minutes."
Feyreâs eyes widened at that, a laugh escaping her.
Azriel threatening violence for every five minutes that someone teased him about his new mate? She could not picture that either.Â
"Cassian started making kissy faces at Alana just to see if Azriel would lose his temper," her mate said, a broad smile on his face. "And let me tell you, he nearly clawed out Casâ eyeballs for it."
"So she's staying here?" Feyre asked carefully.
Rhys shook his head, his expression growing more serious. "She's at Azriel's house," he explained with a sigh. "It's...the cauldron left her with some...abilities. Sheâs a daematiâŚof sorts, at least,â Rhys said with a grimace. âWe are still trying to figure outâŚhow exactly it works. You and meâŚwe need to concentrate if we want to read somebodyâs thoughts. AlanaâŚshe said it was like she was standing in the middle of a market square and everybody is shouting at her,â Rhys said quietly. âWe havenât yet found anybody with shields solid enough to keep her out.â
Feyre swallowed at that. Alana, a daematiâŚof sorts. Having no control over whose thoughts she heard. No control over how loud everything was.Â
âItâs like every mental wall, doesnât even exist for her," Rhys said with a sigh. "Being around Amren gives her a headache too apparently. Azriel and Cassian are the most relaxing to be around according to her. There minds seem to be...even, analytical."
It sounded like a living hell. No control, no shields. Nothing.
âIs sheâŚâ Feyreâs voice was quiet. âIs she doing alright? Considering everything that happened.âÂ
âSheâs fine,â Rhys promised her. âAlana is probably doing the best of them all,â Rhys said, something like amusement bleeding into his voice. âShe can tell you all about it."
There was a knock at the door at that moment.
Feyre tensed as her eyes flew to the door.
âThatâs her,â Rhys said quietly, placing a soothing hand on her leg. âAre you ready?âÂ
Feyre took a deep, steadying breath, pushing down her worry and her nerves.
âIâm ready,â she said.Â
âFeyre!â
Her sister's voice. Her sister's voice.
Feyreâs heart skipped a beat as her body went rigid.
She couldnâtâŚshe couldnât believe it. After so longâŚafter believingâŚbelieving for so long that she would never hear Alanaâs voiceâŚ
Feyre remembered with a shudder the sight of small, slight Alana in her translucent nightgownâŚbeing poured out of the cauldron onto the stone...She looked nothing like she did now.
She looked well.
That was the first thing Feyre realised. Colour on her cheeks, dark, pin straight hair pinned away from her face and these devasting doe eyesâŚ
Feyreâs eyes roamed over her sister, drinking in the sight of her. Alive. Well. Whole.
She could barely believe it, her mind struggling to catch up.Â
"You can talk," Feyre whispered as Alana hugged her. Â
She grimaced.
Kinda. This is easier though, she answered, her mental voice slipping into Feyre's mind without her even noticing. My throat hurts if I talk too much.
It was strange, having a voice in her mind that was not her own. Different from when her mate spoke to her down the bond. It was moreâŚpronounced. Clearer, somehow.Â
"AreâŚâ Feyreâs voice broke again, her eyes roaming over Alana again. âAre you really alright, Al?âÂ
She drunk in her sister's face, the pale skin, the freckles that covered her face...she had been pretty as a human but as a fae...as a High fae she was gorgeous.
Alanaâs eyes, her sisterâs eyes, were still the same. Still that same dark, endless brown that had always seemed to hold so many secrets. She had never met anyone who could hold as many secrets as Alana had.
She looked so healthy, so well and Feyre felt a lump form in her throat.Â
She had to fight the sudden urge to cry, as she pulled her sister into another hug. Her sisterâs slender arms wrapped around her, pulling her in tight. Like she was never going to let her go again.Â
I am alright, Alana promised fiercely. I am better than alright. I am...I am so happy, Fey.
The thought in her mind brought another wave of tears to Feyreâs eyes. She held on to her sister tighter, burying her face against her neck as a sob escaped her and she inhaled her sisterâs familiar, comforting scent. Pomegranate and Vanilla, with an underlay of Azriel.Â
He treats you well? she asked, cradling her sisters face in her hands. She didn't think that Azriel would...mistreat her but...
Alanaâs eyes darkened as she thought of Azriel and her expression softened as a faint smile crossed her face.Â
Feyre swallowed again. This was different. This wasâŚher sister had never smiled like that. So open. So happy. So filled withâŚlove.Â
And then, very carefully, Feyre felt how Alana pulled at her mind in some sense and then dropped a memory.
For just a moment, it felt like she was in her little sister's body. And she stared at Azriel who looked at her, at Alana with utter and complete adoration, scarred hands cupping her cheeks so gently.
Feyreâs breath caught in her throat at that.
She could feel, could understand the feeling of Azrielâs warm, scarred hand against her skin. The way how the pads of his fingers ran over her jawline, the way how his thumb traced over her lower lip. The way how those hazel eyes of his were filled with nothing but love.Â
A shudder ran down Feyreâs spine. That look, the way how Azriel had looked at her sisterâŚit was like the expression in Rhysâ eyes when he looked at her.Â
Her eyes flickered to Rhys, where he was patiently waiting in a corner.
He was looking at her with that same look in his eyes. The same look that Feyre knew was mirrored in her own eyes. It was the same, that look. Pure, utter devotion.Â
It was the look of a man completely and utterly in love.Â
Feyre swallowed as she turned back to Alana, her mind whirling. This wasâŚAlana, her sisterâŚher quiet, shy, closed-off little sister. And Azriel, the Shadowsinger and Spymaster of the Night Court. The one that no one saw as anything but sharp and deadly and a ruthless killer.Â
He didnât hurt you, did he? Feyre asked weakly. She didnât think he would butâŚ
Alanaâs expression softened. Her hand gently came to rest on Feyreâs arm and she shook her head, a small smile on her face.
He was gentle as possible, Fey, Alana promised quietly. Gentler than I would have expected. He made sure to go slow, to be careful. He wasâŚhe was everything I could have wished for. He has never hurt me more than I wanted.Â
Feyre let out a long, shaky breath she didnât know that she was holding.
SheâŚshe had been worried. Worried for her sweet little sister, being together with a man like Azriel. Who was dangerous and deadly andâŚand lethal.Â
What do you mean with no more than you wanted? she demanded suddenly. Alana just grinned at her, her laugh like a pealing bell.
A shudder ran down Feyreâs spine again. AlanaâsâŚher sisterâs voice, the sound of her laugh. It was the most wonderful sound that she had ever heard. She couldâve started bawling like a child, but the thought that Alana dropped into her mind just completely derailed her.
He knows what I like, and heâs happy to oblige.Â
Feyreâs eyes widened and she choked on nothing.
SheâŚoh Gods. Her face heat in a blush as Alana just continued smiling at her innocently.Â
This was her sister. Her quiet, shy, closed-off sister. That was how she remembered her. And nowâŚand nowâŚshe was standing in front of Feyre, smiling at her like a cat who had just devoured an entire bowl of cream, telling her that her stoic, broody, deadly Spymaster of a mate was apparentlyâŚinto thingsâŚÂ
Her sister smirked at her. Alana! Her shy, little sister, who had never even so much as looked at a male with interest, stood in front of Feyre, a smirk on her face as she told Feyre that her mate knew what she liked.Â
I was surprised too, you know, Alanaâs voice echoed in Feyreâs mind. But wellâŚI like it, and heâs happy to oblige. Heâs very good at itâŚÂ
But the look on Alanaâs face, the utter contentment in her eyes, and the feeling ofâŚof lust from her sister, made it even more mortifying.Â
Alana was happy. Her sister was happy and well, and she just radiated happiness. Feyreâs heart soared, seeing her sister like that after so long. And even the horrifying bits, Feyre could push past.
Seeing her sister happy like thisâŚthat was worth a bit of mortification and discomfort.Â
So she swallowed her mortification, and just pulled a face at her smirking sister.
Enough with the gory details, for the love of the Mother. she chided her in her head. Alana just let out another pearly bell kind of laugh.
You should come downstairs. Nuala and Cerridwen have given Lucien some clothing and showed him to a bathing chamber. Lunch should be served soon, if you are hungry, Alana said into her mind.
I am famished, Feyre confessed in her mind. âLead the way,â she said aloud and Alana just rolled her eyes, taking her by the arm and pulling her downstairs.Â
And then something else came to her mind. What did Nesta say to you?
Alana sighed. Nothing that matters, her sister said easily as they reached the dining room. Azriel and Cassian were waiting for them.
And then Feyre saw how her sister turned from happy to radiant as soon as she saw Azriel.Â
Feyre watched with ill disguised horror, as the spymasterâs shadows came over to Alana, seemingly swarming around her. Whatever bits of naked skin they could findâŚin this case her hands and face, because she wore a long sleeves high necked gown, they caressed. Nearly sweetly.Â
Alana absentmindedly drew her fingers through one tendril as she floated over to Azriel, sitting down onto his lap like that was an utterly normal thing to do. Feyre could just stare as Azriel pressed a kiss against her sisterâs cheek, one scarred hand possessively spanning her waist.
Like this was normal. Like this was something they had done dozens of timesâŚlike it was the most normal thing in the world. Like this was their usual routineâŚand Alana smiled at him, broadly, pressing a kiss against his cheek in greeting.Â
It was...it was surreal, watching Alana like this. So much more open, less reserved than Feyre had ever seen her. And the way how Azriel looked at her...Feyre had never seen him express such open and utter adoration before.Â
Cassian made a retching sound, catching Feyreâs attention. Azrielâs eyes darkened as he threw an icy look in Cassianâs direction. Alana just snuggled deeper into Azrielâs chest.Â
Azriel let out the smallest of chuckles at Alanaâs behaviour in his lap, one of his hands coming up to gently play with a strand of her dark hair as he pressed another kiss to her forehead.Â
The quiet, brooding Spymaster of the Night Court, who could be downright terrifying when he wanted, completely and utterly smitten by her little sister.Â
Feyre could just stare.Â
She had not for one moment thought that they wouldâŚwould be a good match. But here they were.Â
Alana...Feyre had never seen her sister like this before. So open, so happy. So...unreserved. She was like a cat, settled in the lap of her male, letting him pet her like she was...like he owned her. And it seemed like Azriel would gladly claim ownership too. The possessive, proprietary look on his face told Feyre all she needed to know.Â
âGet a room, for the love of the Mother,â Cassian drawled with a disgusted look on his face as Azriel buried his nose in her sisterâs hair and Feyre shot him another dirty look. Alana just stuck her tongue out at him.Â
Azriel just bared his teeth at Cassian, a silent warning to watch his tongue in the direction of the woman in his lap, who was busy playing with the buttons on his fighting leathers.Â
âWhat did Nesta say?â Feyre repeated as she sat down herself.Â
The reactions were immediate.Â
Azriel growled.
Feyre couldnât help but flinch slightly. That growl...she hadnât heard him make that sound before. It sounded utterly terrifying. Alana didnât even flinch. She just touched Azrielâs chest in a soothing gesture and Azriel immediately quieted down, holding her even tighter.Â
It doesnât matter what Nesta had to say, Alanaâs voice echoed in her mind.
âIt absolutely does,â Feyre muttered, feeling some anger rising in her. Her sister deserved better than what Nesta had to say.Â
I donât care what she says, Alana replied in her mind. She can believe whatever she likes. She is entitled to her opinion.Â
âShe can be quiet about her opinion,â Azriel hissed. Only then Feyre realised that her sister must have been projecting her mental voice so that everybody could hear it.
"Azriel." Alana's voice was soft. "It's alright. We both know the truth. It doesnât matter what she believes"
Azriel looked down at her and a slight frown appeared on his face. He gently cupped her sister's chin, his hazel eyes staring into her dark ones. Feyre could practically hear the silent conversation between them.Â
Cassian sighed. "Nesta found out about the mating bond between Azriel and Alana and she didn't take it well," he told Feyre drily.
Of course, she didnât. Of course, she didnât. Feyre ground her teeth together.Â
"So what exactly was said?" she asked sharply.
Cassian and Rhys shared a look as Azriel let out another warning growl. Feyre ignored him.Â
I want to know, Feyre snapped towards Alana. Her sister stiffened.Â
Feyre, Alanaâs voice echoed in her mind, a hint of warning in her tone. Feyre pushed down a wave of irritation.Â
Tell me, Feyre demanded. She was done with secrets. Done with not knowing things.Â
Itâs nothing, Alana tried to brush her off and Feyreâs irritation flared up in her stomach.Â
It is not ânothingâ. Feyre snapped at her. Her sisterâs face was a stoic mask as Azriel let his hand span across her stomach.Â
Nesta made a comment about how she was surprised that Azriel hadn't ripped me apart during our...mating. But maybe she shouldn't be surprised because I was a whore anyway, Alana finally answered. How a brute like him was all I amounted to, given that I was a bastard...and then there was some more stuff in that rant about how unfair it was that I had landed on my feet but Elain is...well...Elain isn't doing so good, Alana answered flatly.
Feyre felt her blood boil in her veins. Of course, Nesta would say something like that, the bitter, twisted...- Feyre bit down on the string of curses burning on her tongue.Â
Nesta isn't doing well, Feyre. You can't take what she is saying right now to heart, Alana warned her softly. You haven't been in her mind...it's...it's bad.
Feyre felt some of her anger cool down ever so slightly. But that didnât mean she wasnât pissed off at Nesta for what she had said. Even if...even if Nesta wasnât doing well.Â
That doesnât change anything about what she said, Feyre said through gritted teeth.Â
I am not defending her, Alana said firmly. I love Nesta. Doesnât mean that I like hearing her talk about Azriel like that. But Feyre... her voice grew softer. I have seen her mind. Her thoughts. She isnât in a good place right now.
Feyre grimaced, feeling her anger slowly disappear. She didnât like it. She didnât want to. But...maybe Alana was right. Nesta was her sister, and Feyre loved her. Even after everything that had happened between them.Â
Still...what she said... Feyre said weakly and Alanaâs lips quirked.Â
I know, she said gently. I was angry too. I nearly tore her head off. But Azriel...he was furious. Iâve never seen him like that before.Â
Feyre didnât need to be told how furious Azriel had been. The look in his eyes, the clenched jaw and the growl that Feyre had heard...she didnât need anyone to tell her how the usually stoic male had been absolutely furious about what Nesta had said.Â
"I'll talk to her," Feyre said aloud.
She ignored the dubious look that Cassian and Rhys were giving her. Her sister just smiled at her softly and nodded.Â
Talk to her gently, she urged in Feyreâs mind. Please. And donât...donât try to defend me. It will only start a fight.Â
Feyre winced. Even though, she didnât like the thought of it and not defending her sister went completely against her nature, she knew that Alana was right. And her sister could read her thoughts with ease anyways.Â
Iâll bite my tongue, Feyre promised her. Alana smiled at her again, that smile that lit up her entire face. Feyre felt her heart clench at the beautiful sight.Â
âThank you,â Alana said happily, her voice like the most wonderful sound. Feyre had a feeling that that was the thanks not only for agreeing not to defend her but for just...not making a scene. Feyre felt a small, answering smile tug at the corners of her own lips.
Instead, she watched her sister pick up a piece of bread from the plate in front of Azriel and hold it up for him to eat without another word. A silent gesture of acceptance.
Azrielâs lips twitched as he looked at his mate, sitting on his lap like she belonged there. But he obediently opened his mouth, a subtle sign of complete surrender to Alana.Â
Cassian made another retching sound. Alana ignored him.
Azriel was the one who kissed Alana.
Feyre could have gone quite a long time without that sight. Especially because it wasn't a simple peck on the cheek or a quick kiss to her lips.Â
Feyre could have gone forever without seeing her sister like this, settled in the lap of her mate, their bodies pressed together tightly as Azriel kissed her, devoured her, his hands possessively splayed out on her slender waist.Â
"Now you are just fucking with me," Cassian said with a sigh.
Alana just broke out in a fit of giggles as Azriel threw a glare in Cassianâs direction.Â
âMaybe I am,â Azriel mused, as Alana settled back into his lap. Azrielâs one scarred hand was back to playing with a strand of Alanaâs hair. âJealous?â he asked lightly and Cassian actually growled at him. Azriel snorted, his hand possessively covering Alanaâs stomach, who was smiling like the happiest person in the world.Â
âShut up,â Cassian huffed. âI am not jealous. I just donât want to know what you two get up to at night.âÂ
"Only at night?" Azriel asked drily. "Brother, you have much to learn."
Feyre groaned internally at the hint in Azrielâs voice as Cassian looked a little ashen, while Rhys burst out laughing and Alana let out another one of her pearly-bell like laughs.Â
âStop tormenting him,â Rhys said with a chuckle as Cassian tried to recover. âHeâll have nightmares for weeks if you continue like this.âÂ
âThat sounds like a you problem,â Azriel replied, completely unrepentant, ânot ours.â Alana was still giggling, a sound like tinkling bells in Feyreâs ears.Â
âOf course you say that, you bastard,â Cassian said with a sigh as Azrielâs hand on Alanaâs stomach started to slowly wander upwards.Â
Feyre could see how Alanaâs cheeks flushed slightly in response to the possessive touch. How her breathing quickened ever so slightly. Azrielâs lips twitched as he noticed it too.Â
"We'll let you deal with Lucien," Alana said suddenly, gaining her feet quickly. "We'll see you at dinner. Az?"
âComing, sweetheart,â Azriel said and Cassian made another retching sound as Feyre could feel the waves of possessiveness coming off Azriel in waves. Her sister was his.Â
In a matter of heartbeats, they were gone. Feyre was left with Cassian and Rhys who were both looking at her intently.Â
"Yes, they are always like that, if you wondered,â Cassian said with a roll of his eyes. "I think they are still in the Mating Frenzy."
âMost likely,â Rhys agreed with a chuckle. âBut they also donât seem to care who sees it. Mor is still horrified from walking in on them a few weeks ago.âÂ
âSo would I be in her shoes,â Feyre said honestly and Cassian snickered.Â
âThey are insufferable, arenât they?â He said with a grin. Rhys just chuckled. âSo utterly happy.â
âYes,â Feyre agreed, the image of the two of them, completely oblivious to the world around them still in her mind. âUnbelievably so.âÂ
âTheyâre also completely and utterly devoted to each other,â Rhys mused. âIt isâŚkind of sweet.â Feyre nodded thoughtfully.Â
It was sweet. The way Azriel looked at her sister, how he was so utterly possessive about her. And AlanaâŚthere wasnât a hint of hesitation about her when it came to Azriel.Â
"As long as she's happy," Feyre said quietly. As long as Alana was happy.
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bright eyes | eddie munson x reader
summary you're a new neighbour in the trailer park, on a sunny day Eddie's daughter bumps into you. (4.1k)
warnings fem!reader, girl!dad Eddie!!!!, fluff, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn strangers to lovers, idiots in love!!!, , english is not my first language so I apologise if thereâs some mistakes, not proof read!Â
a/n: i think i might make this a little series if you guys would like that <3 part 2 part 3
It was warm outside.Â
Early spring had its advantages, flowers started to bloom, the sun shone brighter and longer, and the rain fell only at night when you had trouble sleeping.Â
You had just moved here, and you still werenât sure or knew that much, so you tended to keep to yourself. Youâd go to work, to the little shop on main street, back to your little trailer.Â
You were sitting down on your little kitchen floor, looking at the way your washing machine turned around, waiting for your hair to dry after the shower, so you could sleep with fresh sheets tonight. You enjoyed this sort of calmness, a new found happiness that you werenât aware you could achieve.Â
You placed the white sheets on the little laundry basket that you had lying around, cloth pins scattered on its bottom. You held it, against your waist, your left hand grabbing it while you struggled to open the door.Â
You whispered along the words of a song that was playing from a beat up radio from across the street, taking your time, as you placed every sheet perfectly, enjoying the sun shining on your face. It was all going as well as it could.Â
âHi.âÂ
It startled you, not as much as it could, the little voice coming from down below you, it forced you to look down, a little girl looked up at you, half hiding behind your sheets, she was wearing a black faded black sabbath shirt that didnât belong to her, the seam of it well past her knees, white socks on her feet, her hair was black and curly, half hiding her eyes.Â
âOh. Hi.â You smiled at her, the sweetest tone you could fathom came out of your lips. She became shy for a second, as she grabbed one of your clothes pins and handed it to you. âThank you, buddy.â You smiled as you grabbed it, placing it on top of one of your cushion covers, even if it didnât need an extra one. âYouâll get your socks dirty.â You point out.Â
She smiled in a shy manner, covering her face with her hands as she nodded.Â
âBug?â She turned around as soon as she heard his voice. Her arms went up, demanding to be held by him. âThere you are!â He had a soft and playful tone, as he grabbed her.Â
You felt stuck there for a second. He was tall, with curly dark hair, strong decorated by tattoos arms that flex when he held her, close to his chest. The same smile she seemed to have was imprinted on his face. Itâs not that he is attractive -which he undeniably is- but he seems to shine, in a beautiful light, warmer than the sun.Â
âIâm sorry if she annoyed you, we were playing hide and seek.â His words come out way too quicker than he had wanted them to, with an apologetic look on his face as he swayed his body, her giggles invading the space between you.Â
âShe didnât, not at all.â You smiled at him, before looking back at her, she was giggling at you now, and a soft spot was found deep inside your heart. âShe was helping me do laundry, actually.â You point out to the extra wood clothespin that she had given you.Â
âOh, so you can help the pretty lady and not me?â He jokes as he tickles her belly, the infectious laughter growing louder and stronger as he holds his face closer to hers.Â
But you donât really listen, the only thing in your mind right now is his voice calling you pretty.Â
pretty, pretty, pretty.Â
Your cheeks become warmer, pinker.Â
As soon as he notices, he realises what he had said.Â
He had called you pretty before even introducing himself. He feels like a fool, he meets a pretty girl and is only focused on the one in his arms.Â
He tries to fix it, a soft grin dedicated to you as a nervous scoff leaves his lips.Â
You donât really mind the silence, or the opportunity to look at him, and his dark chocolate eyes, but you have the impulse to tell him your name, and you do, with an upside down smile that passes down to him.Â
âIâm Eddie.â He says in return, grabbing your hand not thinking much of it, though he didnât think heâd feel a sort of sparks as soon as your hand met his. To be fair, neither did you. âThis little bug is Lua.â He adds, as he lets go of your hand, slowly, so his fingers can tickle her again, making her giggle once more, her tiny hands grabbing his hair in a playful manner.Â
âHi Lua.â Itâs not that your voice comes out shy, but the high pitched baby voice makes your tone come out with a bit of a treble, as if nervousness that she wouldnât like you took over. âThanks for helping me with laundry.â You add, as she hides, pushing her face against Eddieâs chest, the pureness of that gesture makes your smile wider.Â
If you werenât so focused on Luaâs reactions, you would have caught Eddie lost into you, as he had never experienced such kindness or softness from someone that wasnât already close.Â
He was used to the stares, and the silent judgment from everyone, way before Lua came into his life, and mostly it came from people around his age, or way older. His constant thought behind a string of âshut up grandpaâ and âgo back to your retirement homeâ that he never said out loud. The world could be mean, but he would never let her little girl know that. At least not yet.Â
He wasnât used to this though.Â
A kind stranger, around his age, that doesnât really judge, and interacts in a playful manner with her. It was more than he could fathom.Â
ââr welcome.â Lua mumbled as she looked up from her hiding spot for a second, before burying herself back into his arms.Â
Eddieâs heart felt full for a moment. Lua wasnât used to strangers, and she didn't really like to talk out loud to people she wasnât used to. Though these days she was only used to uncle Way and Stevie, or aunt Rob. So seeing her, not only talking back after you told her something, but having seen her approach you out of her own will, it made his mind stop worrying for just a second. Luaâs social ability was just as good as his in that moment.Â
The thought made him smile to himself.
âWe should check if ourâs is done.â He mumbled to Luaâs ear as he started swinging his chest again, hugging her tightly as he felt how she was starting to get heavier. âThat way you can stop wearing dadaâs shirt.â He looked attentive at your face, waiting for your reaction.Â
He felt better when he didnât see nothing but a compassionate smile.Â
Eddie was also used to people thinking he wasnât the dad, maybe an uncle, maybe an older brother. Eddie was also used to people opening their eyes wide as soon as they hear dad when referred to him.Â
But you didnât.Â
Truth be told, it did shock you a bit. But the little girl was a carbon copy of him. The same wide smile and wild hair. And the world was mean and complicated enough, you didnât need to make it harder for someone you had just met.Â
âWeâll see you around?â He asks, with a hopefulness on his voice that youâre not too sure what it means, or what you actually want it to mean.Â
âYeah, I moved in a while ago soâŚâ He nodded as he pointed at the little trailer right in front of yours.Â
âThatâs us.âÂ
âWay!â Lua blurted out as she looked back at where she called home, and Eddie couldnât help but chuckle and give her a kiss on her temple.Â
âYes! And uncle Wayne too.â You noticed that his tone is sweeter, calmer and a bit higher when he talks to the little girl on his arms than when he talks to you. âIf you ever need anythingâŚâÂ
He doesnât finish his sentence, the end of it implied, and youâre left nodding, telling him that if they ever need anything youâre here too, waving bye to Lua as she looks over Eddieâs shoulder, her little hand waving back.Â
You finish hanging your laundry dry, as you think about what just happened.Â
You had finally made friends that werenât work related, and one of them was a baby. You sort of chuckle to yourself. It felt stupid, but it also felt good, knowing someone here, and that someone being nice, and kind.Â
It felt as if you were finally on the right path.Â
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âBug, please?â Eddie whined for the fourth time, while Lua was still on the higher part of the couch, looking out the window.Â
She shook her head again, Wednesdays were always the longest days in the Mudson household. Eddie took another big breath, while he looked at his wrist watch once again, afraid heâll be late if he doesnât leave soon.Â
âOkay⌠You can either stay here with uncle Way, or you can come with dada to the garage. Please?â He bargained, for the last time, begging to some higher power sheâll climb down the sofa.Â
He could scream out of excitement once she finally did.Â
âfriend?â She asked, in a mumble as she pointed out of the door.Â
She had been doing that for a while now, ever since Eddie had found Lua in your yard, she kept asking to go see you, for some reason that escaped Eddieâs mind, her little girl seemed to have an infatuation with you.Â
Eddie sat down on the floor now, and Lua started walking closer to him, he laughed in defeat as she giggled, her little steps approaching him.Â
âOnce I get back from work, deal?âÂ
Eddie held his hand out, waiting for her to shake it as she usually did when she knew she had won whatever she wanted -which happened frequently- but accepted with glee once she tried to hug him, with her usual clumsiness. Her arms not quite reaching the back of his neck until he helped her up.Â
He enjoyed this little moment.Â
Holding her close while nothing else was going on. A long day ahead of him that he wasnât totally ready for, but then again he wasnât really ready for a lot of things that he ended up being capable of.Â
Wayneâs steps broke the small intimate moment.Â
âYou made a friend, Lua?â He asked as she giggled at the sight of him, even if he still was half asleep, Wayne always seemed to have more than enough energy for her.Â
âShe did.âÂ
âWho?âÂ
âNew girl.â Eddie nodded at the trailer that could be seen through their window.Â
âHuh.â Wayne had never been a man of many words, but the way his facial expression changed usually left nothing to the imagination. In this case, it was a warning. An overprotective warning.Â
âShe seems nice. Lua approached her.â She smiled, as she always did when she heard her own name. Eddie knew that she liked to be included, no matter what. Maybe thatâs why he tried so hard.Â
âYou did?â Wayneâs eyes opened wider, as he squatted down to meet her eye level, she wobbled her way into him, as she giggled once again. She had a secret power, or at least thatâs what Eddie thought, to make everyone happy.Â
âFriend!â She said again, pointing at where she had last seen you.Â
âOkay bug, see you in a bit?âÂ
âLo you.â She muttered as she waved bye, Eddieâs heart warmer as he opened the door and blew her a kiss.Â
âLove you too, bug.â Eddie opened the door, stopping on the frame as he always did, checking his pockets, making sure he had everything he needed with him.Â
âKid, if you plan on going over, make sure sheâs okay with it. Not a lot of people are.â It was another warning, his left eyebrow raised, his tone sharper. Eddie just nodded.Â
And before he knew it, he was already on your door, knocking and hoping youâre actually home.Â
You were, and the nocks on your door wake you up. You had always been a light sleeper. You found your way out of your bed, and you didnât care if your hair was a bit knotted than usual, messier or that your eyes were still adjusting to the light creeping through your windows. You opened the door and there he was. Tall, handsome Eddie, in his washed up jeans and his white shirt that had some small car grease marks on it. His opened blue short sleeve shirt with the little name tag made you smile internally.Â
âSorry.â He muttered, as soon as you made eye contact with him.Â
He took a second, you stood there, sleep still present on your face and overall demeanor, but what caught his attention -even if he tried not to- were your naked legs, barely covered by an oversized shirt that you evidently used as a sleep shirt. Still, you looked pretty, he thought. He also felt bad that he had woken you up.Â
âSâkay. Morning.â You half joked as you smiled up at him, your head resting against the door frame, your arms crossed over your chest, the air making you feel a bit colder than you were deep in your sheets.Â
âYeah, morning.â He was left speechless. He wasnât sure why, but all of a sudden he wished he hadnât knocked. So you could be resting, being face to face with you, he could see the little bags under your eyes, and he imagined how much you were enjoying getting to sleep in.Â
âYou knocked to tell me good morning?â If you hadnât had a smile on your lips, or your voice wasnât as sweet and soft as it was, Eddie would have felt even worse. When in reality it made you inexplicably happy that he was the reason you had woken up.Â
âNo, yeah, sorry.â He chuckled in a nervous manner once again. âUh, Lua has been asking for you, and uh⌠Iâm done at work early today, and if itâs not too weird and if itâs okay we could come for a bit after, donât worry if you donât feel like it i-âÂ
âIâd love that.â You cut his nervous and anxious rambling off. âIâm free today, so I can go pick up some things for her?âÂ
Eddie relaxed, his shoulders dropping and his smile finally appearing.Â
While you had to try hard to hide your excitement.Â
âYou donât have toâŚâÂ
âShut up. She deserves it.âÂ
Even if you werenât aware of it, that was the best thing you could have said to him. But truth be told, you were actually excited, you had been thinking about him, and the promise of a new friendship since you had met him, so this? It felt like the perfect excuse.Â
âWhat time were you thinking?âÂ
âUh, I dunno, my shift ends at around six, so maybeâŚâÂ
âIâll have snacks ready by six then, donât worry.âÂ
He was way more thankful than he could express, but he tried his best anyway.Â
âThank you princess, it means a lot. Truly.â That nickname rang in your ears for a while, the same way it did when he had called you pretty. It was made obvious that you had liked it by the way you were starting to blush.Â
âDonât worry Edds.â You stayed just like you were for a second longer. Looking at him, and the way his dimples were showing when he smiled as wide as he did, and a spark in his eyes he seemed to reserve for you. âHope you have a good day at work.âÂ
He was the one blushing now, and the one he was left with the way you had called him Edds, the sound of your voice present on his ears for a while after he had started driving. It wasnât until he arrived at the garage, when he realised he was smiling at nothing, like an idiot.Â
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You might have gone a bit overboard.Â
You had gone into town, and before you knew it your fridge was now filled with various juices and milk. The good ones that you usually didnât buy for yourself. You had thought about baking a cake, but you ended up deciding that that felt too much as a birthday type of treat, so you went for your comfort recipe.Â
The cookie dough was already done, and you were chopping up the chocolate bar into smaller bits. You hated dark chocolate, so milky sweet one was the only acceptable one.Â
Morriseyâs voice kept you company as you mutter along the lyrics.Â
You looked over your little home, you had cleaned, deeply. Afraid that Eddie would judge you, or that Lua would somehow hurt herself or something could happen to her. You tend to do that, over worrying about things you canât really control.Â
Then again, Eddie was doing the same thing.Â
A quick shower, fresh clothes, and hair almost dry. Lua looked up at him with excitement, as he tried to find something else for her to wear. She had a tendency to steal his shirts when he wasnât there, in an attempt to be close to him, or at least thatâs what he thought. So the negotiation began.Â
âBug, which one?â On his left hand he had a light blue dress that Joyce gave him a few years ago, on his right he had a newer pair of overalls. She stood there, shaking her head as she hugged the shirt she was already wearing. âYou need to get dressed if you want to go see your new friend, bug.â He couldnât help but chuckle, as soon as she realised they were going to see you, she pointed at the overalls and had no issue getting ready.Â
Thank god for you, he thought. It had never been that easy, normally Lua hated changing clothes, especially when she was already comfortable. But this time, she didnât only do it, she helped, and was excited to.Â
Lua wasted no time, her hands hitting your door as hard as she could, which resulted in soft knocks you still heard.Â
âHi.â She beamed up at you, holding her arms open for you, her voice higher than you remembered. It might be her childish excitement, or at least thatâs what you think.Â
âHi Lua.â You met her level of excitement as you squatted down so you could meet her, her arms trying to hug you, waiting for you to help her get up so she could do it. Used to this type of hug with her dad.Â
Speaking of, Eddie was speechless. Mainly because Lua doesnât really hug people that are not him, or Wayne. Steve maybe had gotten two or three hugs, she usually blew kisses. Also he wasnât sure if you actually wanted them there, or were just being nice, but that doubt went away as soon as he heard your voice, and saw the way you smiled at her.Â
He also was pretty sure that he could smell cookie dough.Â
Lua found her way in, passing you by as you greeted Eddie. She didnât have time to waste, her curiosity always winning. In her defense, your house was full of colour, and she wasnât used to it. Every pillow was a different colour, and they were everywhere. Your couch was green, which she didnât even know that was a possibility. Your walls had photos, and posters, and drawings. She had so much to look at she was grinning from ear to ear, laughing as she moved around.Â
Eddie did the same, in a more discrete manner. He found his way in the middle of your living room, he looked at the stacked shelves, they were full to the brim, various fantasy books that he recognised -mainly because he had already read them- cassette tapes and vinyls also shared a big portion of space. He smiled to himself everytime he knew a group that you seemed to like. Your vhs collection also caught his eye. You, on the other hand, were left there, holding your hands in an anxious manner, not too sure what to do now. Seeing how father and daughter act the same in different ways.Â
âYouâre listening to the Smiths?â He asked, once he caught on to what was playing.Â
âOh, yeah, Iâll uh⌠turn it off.â You became embarrassed, knowing that probably he didnât like that type of music, or maybe it was too loud. Eddie smiled, shaking his head no.Â
âNo, itâs fine. Lua likes them, thatâs all.â You looked down at her, and relaxed once you saw her dancing along. She was moving up and down, kind of in tune with the music.Â
The little timer started, letting you know that the cookies were now done.
âLua, you like cookies?â She didnât even need to say anything, her eyes opened as she heard the word, she walked next to you, Eddie following closely.Â
He grabbed her up, letting her sit down on the counter. He was grateful all the trailers were the same, that way he knew -kinda- where everything was.Â
âCarefull, bug. Itâs hot.âÂ
âHot.â She repeated, pointing at the baking sheet that you took out, fresh golden chocolate chips came out. âFor me?âÂ
âWell, not all of them.â Eddie answered, with an amused tone in her voice that made you chuckle in response.Â
âWe have to wait for them to cool down a bit.â You told her as you placed them on a plate, the tips of your fingers slightly burning.Â
âWhy?â Her eyes opened in wonder, not really following you.Â
ââCause when theyâre too warm, they can give you a belly ache.â You explained to her, earnest in your tone, as you touched your own stomach.Â
âOnly five minutes, bug.â Lua turned around, looking at Eddie with a confused look. âYou can wait five minutes right?â She looked at him, slowly. You couldnât help but chuckle, seeing the way they share the same look between them.Â
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You were on the couch.Â
Eddie didnât count it as cuddling, not really.Â
You were just sitting down next to him, his arm brushing yours, as you both looked between the T.V that was playing âArthur and the Stone â- you had a tendency to collect VHS, and the style and drawings had pulled you to buy it. You didnât have an excuse until now to watch it, so you were just enjoying it as much as Lua did- and the little one, who was enamored by the story, while she colored in one paper lazily.Â
Eddie had become a bit too comfortable. His body feeling heavier, warmer, he was on the verge of falling asleep. That same feeling shot sirens on his head. This felt too nice, too normal, too usual. He could get used to this, and that wasnât good.Â
He didnât really know you.Â
Eddie knew where you lived, how your living room looked, that you worked almost everyday -though he still didnât know where-, and that you were incredibly nice. And sweet.Â
Eddie also knew that Lua trusted you, and for now, that was enough.Â
It was enough that you had taken time out of your day so you could bake them cookies, or buying the expensive juice that you had taken them in as if they had always belonged there.Â
Lua giggled and Eddieâs eyes opened, seeing how she was pointing at the T.V when the boy turned into a squirrel, and the way she looked up at you, wanting to see your reaction. He was happy, more than he had been in a while.Â
You were sinking deeper into the cushions. Deeper into him and this familiarity. You could get used to this, but you werenât unsure if you should. You enjoyed spending time with them, and this was fun, but then again, it was scary. It scared you, the thought of it going wrong, or you doing something you werenât supposed to, it was a bit too much.Â
While you were sitting down there, with him that close, his smell lingering in the air, his warmness by your side, the risk of this crush evolving into something else was too much.Â
You didnât care. Not at all.Â
Neither did Eddie. Not even a little bit.
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early mornings | myg
summary. when time seems to bend every morning and love speaks through tender touches and quiet reassurances.
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pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: established relationship au, tooth-rotting fluff
word count: 1k
content: yoongi and oc wake up in each others arms / they love each other a bit too much and they make it pretty clear / they kiss a lot :3
warnings: fear of abandonment (kind of? if you squint??), allusions to sex
notes: idk why i'm procrastinating the third part of 'stumble into you' so bad, but this is a result of me still wanting to write something. also, ignore the images at the top if they donât go well together, iâm too lazy to actually put in effort today đ likes, reblogs, comments, and asks are all greatly appreciated!! i love you guys and i hope you enjoy <33333
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Amber rays spill across the room, seeping between the gaps in the curtains and kissing your bare skin with its golden warmth.
Yoongi stirs under the sheets, attempting to untangle his limbs from you, who lay beside him. But your arms only tighten around him, and he quickly gives in to the comforts of your touch.
With your head on his chest and his arm secure under your head, he can't help the lazy smile that draws across his lips.
He's always loved early mornings with you; when neither of you have to think about anything else but each other; when time feels like it ceases to exist; when nothing else mattered, because why would it when you had each other?
You were his home; his universe; his first thought in the morning and the most frequent visitor of his dreams. Everything reminded him of you, and it was maddening. But he welcomed the longing with open arms, because he was a fool.
Because he knew that it was worth being foolish if it meant having you.
Yoongi places a kiss on your forehead, his lips pressing against a few strands of hair that lay messily across your face. The scent of your skin, faintly sweet like the lavender soap you use, lingers in the air as Yoongi buries his nose in your hair, taking in the quiet of the morning, broken only by the soft hum of your breathing. He moves his hand to rest over yours, running the pad of his thumb over your knuckles.
He doesn't expect the gentle action to wake you, but your eyes flutter open. You hum, the sound quiet and laced with exhaustion as you stretch out your body.
Your eyes light up when you meet his gaze and the butterflies in his stomach erupt, fluttering around wildly.
"Morning," you whisper. You peck his lips with a soft kiss.
"Morning," Yoongi echoes. A faint blush paints his features, and a giggle tumbles from your mouth. Yoongi catches the sound with another kiss; then a third one that lingers for a few seconds longer than the others.
It is almost embarrassing to admit the effect you had on him. You've been together for years, and known each other for even more. He knows every dip and curve of your body and you have seen him through all of his highs and lows. Yet, a kiss from you still has him blushing.
"Missed me?" you tease, and he hums in agreement.
"A lot." He kisses corner of your lips and the curve of your jaw. "You're so pretty."
You laugh; a soft sound that rings through the air. It has always been Yoongi's favourite melody-the one sound that made his heart swell and his eyes crinkle into crescent moons to accommodate his growing smile.
He tucks a few strands of your hair behind your ear, letting his hand stay to cup your cheek so that he can bring his lips to yours again. Heâs addicted to the way your lips fit perfectly with his, and no matter how often he kisses you, itâs never enough
And you can't stop smiling.
The feeling that courses under your skin is almost overwhelming. It still feels surrealâthat kind of love, where just being with him made the world right
The possibility of losing Yoongi terrifies you, but it's a fear that follows you everyday. Sometimes, you expect to wake up one day only to realise that this is all a cruel dream, or to find the house suddenly void of his belongings and his presence.
Sometimes, the fear creeps in before you can stop it, a quiet panic that gripped you in the space between sleep and waking. Youâd reach out, half-afraid to find the bed cold and empty. But then, your hand would meet the warmth of his skin, and the fear dissolved into nothing. Because every morning, he's here. Solid, warm, and real, wrapped up in the sheets beside you. His sleepy eyes, the soft curve of his lips, the way he pulls you closer as if youâre his anchorâitâs all so undeniably Yoongi, and it makes your heart flutter with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.
You press your forehead to his, noses brushing, as if the closer you hold him, the more real this will become. Yoongi's fingers trail lightly over your skin, tracing invisible patterns that make you shiver.
âYouâre thinking too much,â he murmurs, voice raspy but tender, like he's always known your thoughts even before you speak them.
You let out a soft sigh, trying to find the words, but they dissolve on your tongue when his hand glides over your waist, settling at the small of your back.
âYouâre here,â you whisper, more to yourself than him. It's a quiet confession of the relief that washes over you each time you wake up to find him still beside you. He smiles against your skin, a low hum of agreement in his throat. "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here."
âIâm not going anywhere,â he promises, his voice carrying the weight of every unspoken assurance. "You know that I'll always be right here-right beside you, whenever you need me."
For a moment, the world falls away. Thereâs no fear of loss, no dread of waking up alone. Itâs just him, his presence grounding you, his breath steady and warm against your neck. The intimacy of the moment swells between you, a shared heartbeat that drowns out the rest of the world.
Your legs tangle beneath the sheets as he pulls you even closer, his hand finding yours under the covers. His touch is gentle, tender, as if heâs memorizing every inch of you, and in the glow of the early morning, you feel more connected to him than ever.
You close your eyes, letting the warmth of his skin seep into yours, feeling utterly safe in his embrace.
And in that moment, you knowâthis is home.
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summary: gojo satoru is a man of his word, and no matter what, he always promised to come home to you.
cw: minor angst, fluffy ending (I PROMISE) this is for all you sad hojoes out there that just want your man home all in one piece.
gojo satoru is a man of his word, and no matter what, he always promised to come home to you. you didn't actually think much of it, until one night, you awake in panic feeling that something's off. you are used to falling asleep as you wait for gojo to come home, but when you check the time and realise that it was later than usual, anxiety gnawed at your heart.
the clock on the bedside table mocks you with its relentless ticking. each passing second only intensifies your unease. you reach for your phone and check for messages or missed calls, but there's nothing. gojo hasn't contacted you since the last heated argument you had before he left for his mission. it's been hours since then.
you canât even remember what you fought about, it was something trivial, him forgetting to put the milk back in the fridge, or not putting down the toilet seatâit was dumb. it hurts you even more now that the things you were just berating him for a few hours ago, you were begging for him to come back and do one more time.
fighting back the growing panic, you try calling him. his phone rings, but there's no answer. of course there wouldnât be you knew that he doesnât use his phone when he was out, but you just had to try, hoping that heâd sent a quick text to say he was just around the cornerâbut there was nothing.
you couldnât help but conjure up terrifying scenarios about him. what if heâs injured? what if heâs been chopped up into little pieces and heâs in pain? wanting to call you and he canât.
you can't stay still any longer, pacing back and forth in your dimly lit apartment. your thoughts are a jumbled mess, and you can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened. the world outside is quiet, and the darkness feels suffocating.Â
your mind wanders to the first time you met him, he was persistent immediately when he first laid eyes on you, claiming that he would stop at nothing to get to be with you. and that was true. you wouldnât give him the time of day, at first, but whenever you were around him doing your âhard to get routine,â he put in extra effort just to get with you.
there wasnât anyone you could even ask to see if he was okay, since if he wasnât, who else would be? and thereâs a part of you that wouldnât even want to know, you had to see him, alive and well for all your worries to be gone.
as the minutes drag on, each one feeling like an eternity, you cling to thoughts of him, each memory acting as a lifeline. there wasnât even any indication that something bad happened to him, but there is something unsettling that you just couldnât shake.
you could feel him before you could even hear the faint tapping at the door. there isnât any hesitation as you bolt to the door, dragging a weak standing gojo into a tight hug only pulling away as you hear him softly wince at your heavy touch.
âsorry,â he murmurs, standing with his arm clutching at his lower stomach, slightly hunched over, âi lost my keys.â
âyou lost your keys?â you practically yell, âthatâs what you wanna focus on right now?â you ask as you look at his injured body. this is the worst youâve ever seen him, and you could tell that he was in pain from the way his usual breezy smile, isnât reaching his eyes like it normally does.
you quickly usher gojo inside, supporting him as he limps toward the couch. the dim living room lights reveals a deep gash on his face, and his clothes are torn and stained with dirt and blood.Â
âtake off your shirt,â you order, your face filled with concern as you try and properly assess all his injuries.
âarenât you gonna buy me dinner first?â he jokes, cringing as you remove his shirt from over his head, trying not to hurt him further.
âthis isnât the time for jokes âtoru,â you chastise, shaking your head to prevent yourself from getting emotional, âyâknow i really thought thatââ you sigh, not even wanting to utter the words, since it doesnât matter as heâs here now, alive.
âi canât even lie,â he starts, his eyes staring down, avoiding yours. âfor a moment out there, i didnât know if i could live up to my promise to you.â you couldnât even respond, the fact that gojo could even admit that there was a chance that he wasnât gonna get back to you, had you panicked.
âcâmere,â he says pulling your into his lap, noticing the stressed expression that has yet to leave your face.
you were quick to jump off of him, but he kept you firm in his hold, his arms wrapped protectively around you. despite the pain he must have been in, his eyes held a mixture of relief and vulnerability as he looked into yours. âsatoru youâre hurt.â
but he gave you a reassuring smile, one that couldn't quite hide the pain etched on his face. "i'm okay, really," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. âi just need you close right now."
as you settled back into his embrace, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, reassuring you that he was indeed alive and home with you, where he had always promised to be.
AN: SO GUYS HOW DID I DO? im not really a drabble or fluffy girlie, as you guys know. but um tada... this is for you all. love ya. If thereâs mistakes in there itâs 6am so ignore em please IF THIS IS SHIT THEN IM SORRY I TRIED. But as long as one gojo lover says âemp youâve mended my little heartâ I can die happy
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