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dogmovesout · 2 years ago

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a confrontation featuring tristan tramp, delilah deare, and scamp tramp. location: lilah’s house, a few days after the talk scamp and tramp shared. @ladylilah // @scamperoo

Days had passed since Scamp had shown up at Tristan’s house and resparked the fight inside of the older man that he had forgotten after waking up the morning after the engagement party. Sure, he had hazy memories of arguing with Delilah and seeing his son for the first time in five years - but the exact details of what had happened during either of those encounters were lost. It wasn’t until Scamp was at his door that he remembered that his wife knew about his return and then he continued on and exposed every other thing that she had been telling the kids and hiding from him. Though the boy had given his own versions of explanations for what had happened, the conclusions that Tristan had jumped to on his own were seared into his mind. No actual amount of logic could be used that would convince him this was not somehow Lilah’s fault. Which was how he found himself, drunk as per usual once more on a day off, pulling into the driveway of his ex-wife’s new home. His youngest daughter’s keychain spun in his fingers as he approached and unlocked the front door with ease. It was around the time of day that Delilah was usually already home from work and Tristan knew for a fact Colette was out with friends tonight, so as he entered the home it wasn’t a surprise to find Lilah sitting on the couch with a pile of paperwork surrounding her on the coffee table.

Perhaps if she hadn’t been so engrossed in going over the latest documents sent by child protective services regarding Perdita and her children, Lilah would have heard the front door opening. Or maybe if she weren’t so used to the sound of her children coming and going throughout her home, she would have realized something was wrong. But as it was neither of those things happened and instead it wasn’t until Tristan was standing at the edge of her living room that Lilah finally noticed him. On instinct she was on her feet, taking a step away from the couch and trying to put herself into a more open space where she couldn’t be cornered. Because though he had yet to say a word and a fight had yet to start, she was familiar enough with this situation to know it was coming. Between the look on his face, the way in which he held himself, and the simple fact that he had purposefully snuck in here without giving her any warning - Lilah knew what it all meant. “What are you doing here?” There was no point in asking the question when she already knew the answer - but anything she could do to potentially stall was worth it. Sometimes yelling was all he needed, if she asked enough questions and got him to speak enough of whatever was on his mind… sometimes that could be enough.

“I talked with Scamp the other day,” is how he starts, taking slow steps further into the living room at first - ones that Lilah matches with her own to keep as much distance between them as she could. A better man would see the way in which she behaved like a caged in animal, being hunted down like a piece of prey. A better man would feel guilty for the fact that his mere presence alone had her already on edge. A better man wouldn’t feel so victorious and righteous in this situation. But Tristan Tramp was not that kind of man. “He told me about your little mommy-son dates… And all about his new job, you know, working for Hopper.” And it was with that reveal that Tristan acted.

Feet moving with far more agility than they likely should have been able to considering the alcohol in his system, Tristan moved across the room in a flash. The last few steps that Lilah had taken to keep distance between themselves had failed her, leaving her too close to the wall, an advantage from him that Tristan was quick to take notice of. Before she could do anything other than tense up and prepare for whatever blow was coming her way, Lilah found her head slamming into the living room wall with a hand wrapped around her neck and the weight of Tristan’s body pressed into hers to keep her in place. She wasn’t even entirely sure what her offense was this time, but the ringing in her ears from the collision with the wall and the pressure on her neck kept her from being able to ask. Not as if Tristan was giving her a moment to get a word in edgewise anyway.

“How long have you been fucking Hopper again? Or did you just never stop?” His face was right in her own, the stench of alcohol reeking from his breath, as he threw out the accusations. The hold he had on her neck tightened and though Lilah’s own hands reached up to try to pull him away it was no use, her nails digging into his forearm did nothing to stop him. “I gave up everything for you - I took your fucking child and raised her as my own. I cleaned up all your fucking mistakes and this is what I get? For you to just throw me aside and run right back to him?”

Scamp should have expected to see his father’s car in the driveway sometime during the week he was staying there, knowing how insane Tristan Tramp could be, and it was then that the promise he’d made to himself was coming true. He told himself he would never hurt his father unless he first had hurt his mother or one of his sisters, and from the moment he could see through the window of Lilah’s front door, Scamp could tell what he’d swore just a few days ago was already being put to the test. His father was smart enough to lock the door behind him, and Scamp fumbled with his key, swinging the door open swiftly the second it unlocked.

There was so much more he wanted to say but before he could, the front door flew open with a bang and his head whipped around to see none other than his son entering the living area. The sight of Scamp has Tristan loosening his hold just enough without realizing it that Lilah finally can get the upper hand and shove him away, taking advantage of his confused state to push at him hard enough that the man actually falls to the ground. Fumbling away herself in the direction of Scamp, one hand comes to hold at her neck while the other attempts to grab at her son to keep him back. “Go,” she croaks out as best she can, though from the flare of rage she can practically feel radiating off of the boy, she doubts he’ll listen. But she has to try - because this right here, the kids seeing what Tristan was really like or getting involved in all of this, was the last thing Lilah had ever wanted.

The sight before Scamp was one he’d only imagined before, had nightmares about, even. Tristan’s grip was on his mother’s neck, and any forgiving thought he ever had about his father left with the first kick to his gut. Scamp had never been entirely above hitting someone when they were already down, especially not when the job was to finish them off. While he thought he heard an order from his mother to leave, all that rung in Scamp’s ears were the insults his father had thrown at him about Lilah the other day. Every ounce of patience he had then and at the party was gone and spent. With Tristan already on the hardwood, Scamp’s job had become relatively easy: he was used to delivering final blows, when men were already past the point of injury that Hopper considered it safe enough to step in. This was hardly the first time Tristan had ever been beaten up in his life and he knew it likely wouldn’t be the last, but having the blows come from his own son made this different. His drive to fight back was lessened, even just the smallest amount, and it was because of that hesitation that Tristan didn’t stand a chance. His opening to try to get up or to get the upper hand again had passed before he could take it, leaving him on the ground with no choice but to take hit after hit.

Tristan’s body had curled in pain after the first kick, but Scamp was far from finished. Instead of simply resorting to a weapon, he fought with his fists, wanting his father to feel every blow that came from his own hands. He pulled Tristan’s head inches off the ground as Scamp gripped his collar, a sight now familiar after the other day, when this had only been a threat. “I warned you,” he reminded him, his voice low enough that he hoped his mother couldn’t hear. “You stupid piece of shit.” He’d already seen enough fear from his father the first time Scamp had held him like this that he didn’t waste a second this time relishing in the sight now. With a hand still grasping his shirt, Scamp used the other to deliver a punch to the jaw, as he’d promised would come. He’d waited years for this, for an excuse to release his anger physically on the man who had caused him the most pain. Doing this for work had never been the same, as no fight had ever come with the level of anger he felt for his father now. At the first sight of blood from Tristan’s nose, Scamp felt both a sting of guilt and pain from his fist, but he knew his father should consider himself lucky that the blows were coming from his own son, not his boss. Had Hopper found them like this, he would’ve been dead with a bullet through the head already.

With his eyes beginning to glaze over and swell from bruises blossoming, Scamp knew it was time to stop. From the years of getting people to this state, where they’d barely survive as they toed the line of death, Scamp knew his father would be past the point of no return soon. Had his mother not been standing behind him, likely watching in horror, he would’ve kept going until there was no light in Tristan’s eyes ever again, but he couldn’t leave Lilah with blood on her hands, nor did he want to have to tell his sisters that he’d killed their father. When Scamp had threatened him the other day, Tristan had thought nothing of it, and now he was paying the price for underestimating his son. No words came out of him, any argument he may have wanted to make to defend himself were lost between punches. And then the world went blurry until it finally faded as he passed out, his head dropping with a thud on the ground with absolutely no awareness.

As much as Lilah wanted to close her eyes and pretend like none of this was happening right now, she couldn’t. Not when there was a chance that Tristan could get up and turn the anger that had just been directed at her moments before onto their son. Because despite knowing she would easily be overpowered by either or both men, she refused to not at least be ready to jump in if needed. To help prevent anything from happening to Scamp, even if it meant taking the blows herself, as she always has done. But it seemed that wasn’t necessary. And when Tristan’s head hit the floor and it became clear that this fight was over, only then did Lilah step in. “Sammy,” she starts, her throat still feeling raw as she forced the words out. Bruises would likely be forming around her neck already, but the only concern she gave to that was a passing thought of how she would need to break out her turtlenecks again. She didn’t have time to stop and think or take in whatever damage was done to herself, not with her son standing in front of her with markings of his own across his hands. Stepping forward, she doesn’t hesitate in wrapping an arm around his shoulders and moving to guide him away from the unconscious man on the floor. “Come on, I have a first aid kit in my room.”

As he turned back to his mother, Scamp only then noticed the bright red ring around her neck, undoubtedly from his father’s own hands. He’d only stepped out for a few hours for work, knowing that the possibility of this happening was far too likely for him to ignore when he’d left Tristan’s apartment. How he’d gotten inside and what he’d said to Lilah weren’t questions he could ask now, only taking the arm around his shoulder as permission to embrace her entirely. “I’m so sorry,” he managed, careful as he held his mother tightly, as though she were fragile. He should’ve gotten there sooner, or not even left her in the first place, but what mattered now was that Tristan couldn’t hurt her any more, not while he remained unconscious on the floor. Scamp suddenly felt sheepish, the first sign of embarrassment as he peeked at his father over Lilah’s head, like a child who had made a mess for his mother to clean. “Are you okay? Did he do anything else?” he asked, only taking a step back to examine his mother for more injuries. From the ease with which she’d shoved him away, Scamp had the sinking feeling that this wasn’t the first time this had happened between his parents; he’d already had suspicions back from when he was a teenager, but only now had his fears been confirmed. “I’m fine, Mom, I--it’s nothing,” Scamp assured her, it wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before. “We should get you ice.” Before she could protest, Scamp was already in her kitchen, reaching for the freezer.

There wasn’t a moment of hesitation before Lilah’s arms fully wrapped around her son when he turned to her embrace. One hand reaching up to stroke gently at his hair, a motion so familiar even after all these years, while the other held onto him tightly as if she were afraid he would try to go back and continue this fight. “Oh honey, you have nothing to be sorry for,” she’s quick to correct him, frowning herself as her own guilt begins to grow. He shouldn’t be the one trying to comfort her, that wasn’t how this worked - she was his mother and she was supposed to protect him from moments like this. To keep him away from the ugly truth of who his father was deep down. None of this was supposed to happen in front of him and he certainly wasn’t supposed to be the one apologizing for anything. “I’m okay, really, dear. It was nothing.” Though she knows it was in fact not nothing and that Scamp wasn’t going to believe her for a second, not after having actually witnessed the violence this time around, Lilah wasn’t ready to just admit everything to him. No, the brave front had to stay on. It wouldn’t be fair or right for her to do anything else. Which is why she continued to protest, even when in a flash Scamp was out of her arms and moving towards her kitchen. “No, no - Sammy, I’m fine, really. Don’t worry about me.” Following behind him, Lilah grabs his arm gently as he starts to dig around in the freezer for something to help with her neck. It was a sweet gesture and if it had been anyone other than any of her kids trying to help her, she likely would have allowed it. But this wasn’t the way things worked. She was supposed to look after him, not the other way around. “That wasn’t nothing. This,” she pauses to reach down and take his hand in her own to get a better look at whatever damage there may be. “Isn’t nothing.”

As he pulled an ice pack out of his mother’s freezer, Scamp jerked his own hand away from hers, not a single thought of his on how his fist might be doing while Lilah had wounds around her neck. “Mom, it’s nothing,” he insisted, keeping himself in motion as he avoided her stopping his unwanted help. He’d gotten remarkably good at treating wounds from his time doing it for his coworkers, and knew that the cuts on his hands would be gone within a day or two. His mother’s scars, though, would take more time and care. “Here, you need to put this on,” he instructed, handing her the ice pack, “but keep this under it,” Scamp added, taking a towel off the kitchen counter. He knew his mother wasn’t the kind to accept help from many people, especially not her children, but she was in far worse shape than he was now. She was the one who had nearly been choked to death had he not shown up when he did. “We don’t need to talk about it now, but … we should, eventually.” Scamp knew it would take more than just this suggestion to get his mother to talk about how this had happened, why his father had thought it was acceptable to get so physical with her in the first place, but he couldn’t just pretend like he hadn’t seen this happen. “For now, we need to get him on the porch, and lock the door.” He was turning to the mode that his time working for Hopper had prepared for, seamlessly shifting his focus from his mother to taking care of business. “He’ll be fine. He’s just going to look like shit for a few days, but nothing’s broken, and he’ll recover.” Not that Scamp cared, but he was sure his mother would, as it seemed that she couldn’t stop caring about a man who deserved none of her sympathy.

“It’s not nothing, Sam. None of what just happened was nothing,” she argues, the closest she’s going to get any time soon to admitting that she herself was not okay either. And despite the way everything in her screamed that he shouldn’t have to be doing this, that Scamp shouldn’t feel the need to be helping take care of her right now, Lilah takes the wrapped ice pack and gently presses it against her neck. There’s an instinctive flinch and a small involuntary hiss that leaves her lips at the feeling of any pressure being placed upon the wound, but that’s the only giveaway she is going to show at just how badly Tristan had hurt her. It takes a moment for her to adjust to the feeling of the ice on her neck, slow breaths coming out of her before she ever so slightly shakes her head in disagreement with him. She wasn’t going to vocalize her argument that she wasn’t going to talk to him about this, not wanting to give him any room to potentially decide that the conversation needed to happen now. Instead she turned to look back at Tristan’s unconscious form on the floor and thought over every option they had for what to do with him. “No, the neighbors will question it. And your sister comes home in a few hours, he can’t still be here when she does. I can call one of his friends to come get him.”

As much as he wanted his father to lay outside in the cold, embarrassed when someone undoubtedly came by to find him on the porch, Scamp had to at least respect this one of his mother’s wishes. She had always been worried about what their neighbors had thought of their family when he was younger, and she was right about Colette, though Scamp also thought it might be good for her to see their father like this, after all. “Fine,” he agreed, and while Lilah settled with the ice he’d given her, Scamp went back to Tristan, who still had yet to wake up. He hooked his fists under his father’s arms to drag him across the floor, at least leaning him against the stairs for now. Blood still dripped down his face, and he was certain his eyes would be swollen shut for at least a day or two. Scmp looked back toward his mother and slid his phone out of his pocket, dialing a number he hadn’t needed to use before. “Is this Oogie? It’s Scamp--Samuel Tramp. My dad needs your help.”

#abuse cw #tldr : tramp attacked lilah and scamp stopped him and beat the shit out of him :D #where two dogs can find adventure and excitement ;; threads #lilah #scamp

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willowsfanarts · 3 days ago

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every little thing she does is magic - latest artwork

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yailtsv · 2 months ago

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Best of both worlds - Paige’s daughter

💌 Syn: Paige is on “the best of both worlds” podcast during her world tour

»»— warnings: none :)

»»— notes: 🗑️😃 but only 1 more fic before i’m done trying to edit these cringy stories 🤗

»»— word count: 1k

»»— pair: paige x daughter!oc || lilah bueckers

Todays the day of filming Flaujae's podcast "the best of both worlds" hosted in Atlanta currently because of overtime Queen of the Court. Lilah is also with Paige but the time of filming the podcast, is a few minutes after her nap time starts and she can never skip naps or she'll be a very grumpy sassy 1 year old. So she's gonna sleep in the room next door and Paige & Flaujae are gonna leave the filming room door cracked so Paige can hear if she wakes up or anything.

"Alright guys now moving on, today's special guest is.....Paige Bueckers!" Flaujae introduces "hey everyone! Thank you for having me." Paige replies

"So I have some questions for you" flaujae starts, making Paige nod and say go ahead.

"What is your favorite basketball highlight of yours?"

"Ooo wait...oh I'm gonna go with when I was shooting the ball and it bounced off the rim, and then straight down in the bucket. I love that highlight"

"I saw that one! That was so dope!"

"Alright, what's your favorite basketball picture of you?"

"The one where I'm looking at the fans screaming after a basket, and there all screaming back at me. I need to get that framed!"

"Y'all heard her, get that picture framed for her" Flau says making her and Paige laugh a little and joke around for a few. "Alright who has more rizz?" Flaujae jokes "oh cmon, I'm the greatest rizzler of all time" Paige laughs making Flau also start to laugh "Alright I'll give you that. People say I'm a flirty person until I'm talking to someone I like" "your just shy or?" Paige cuts in "no it's more of just like I don't want to push it to much." Flaujae adds "oh I get that, I get that"

"You need to give me some tips." Flaujae jokingly says "alright-" Paige starts "off camera, off camera" Flaujae cuts in making Paige agree "Alright alright, a little more serious questions" Flaujae starts "you have a daughter" she adds making Paige nod "what's your favorite thing about her?"

"Ooo uhh, I honestly don't know. Uhh her love for adventure maybe? She loves going to new places, seeing new people, seeing animals she's never seen before. She loves even going on like "road-trips" to the store or gas station." Paige answered "Shes been with you for your whole "world tour" so far, right?" Flau questions "yeah.“

"What was your favorite thing to do with her on your world tour? And what was her favorite thing to do, if you know?"

"My favorite was umm oh our LA trip, we did a lot there. We went to Disneyland, Universal, a few museums, few beach trips, an aquarium vist, plus some more. Lilah's favorite was probably-" Paige stops talking as she hears Lilah walking through the hallway and calling out for her

"Mama" Lilah says, obviously looking for Paige. P takes a quick glance at Flaujae asking if she can bring Lilah in here, making Flaujae do a quick nod giving Paige her approval. "In here baby" P calls out, hearing Lilah start walking towards the filming room.

When she enters and sees Paige, she starts waddling towards P a little faster "good morning babe, how was your nap?" Paige asks, going on deaf ears as Lilah just walks closer to Paige and puts her hands on P’s thighs, a sign that she wants picked up. So Paige leans down and picks her up putting her on her thigh and Lilah immediately cuddles closer to Paige.

"I 100% have baby fever now. She's so cute omg" Flaujae says making Paige let out a chuckle "thank you" Paige says "well she's in here now so maybe she can answer your question. Lil what was your favorite thing we did so far this summer?"

She just cuddles into Paige more "cmon Lilah, I know you have favorites" P tries to convince her "ball and Disney" Lilah mumbles "she said ball and Disney, which translates to all star and Disneyland"P chuckles while rubbing Lilahs back, either to help her go back to sleep or to wake her up. Paige doesn’t really know the answer yet and she doesn’t think Lilah knows yet either

"I was gonna ask her favorite part of all star but looking at her, I don't think she wants to answer" Flaujae softly says, seeing that Lilah is trying not to fall asleep in Paige's arms right now "she never really wants to talk after waking up, she just wants cuddles and silence to decide if she's awake for the day or not - but she said she loved meeting all the new people and seeing people she already knew again - especially loved seeing Diana, Sue, Breanna, Megan, Angel and Caitlyn, when I asked her." Flaujae nods and says "so we can count on her to go to UConn" "I mean maybe? But I'm not gonna force her to follow my footsteps." Paige shrugs making Flau nod again "alright I'll move the subject away from your daughter, I got carried away. That's my bad"

Paige laughs a little, "Your good. I love talking about her any chance I get." Flaujae smiles at that and says "you seem like an amazing mom"

"Thank you. I try my best for her." Flaujae nods and then looks at her cards and says "alright we're gonna play a game. I'm gonna name a few of your teammates past and present, and I want you to give me one word that describes them." Paige nods still rubbing Lilahs back, and Lilahs just playing with Paige's chain now, deciding she wasn’t tired anymore.

"Kk Arnold" "goofy"

"Azzi Fudd" "consistent"

"Nika Mühl" "I have so many words to describe her....menace"

"Aaliyah Edwards" "dog"

"And last but not least, Ice Brady" "she icy"

Lilah stayed on Paige’s lap for the rest of filming, still just playing with P’s chain - and once filming was wrapped Paige took lilah to get some food before going back to the practice facility and go over plays with “team paige”

@melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @authentic-girl03

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x fem!reader #paige bueckers x reader #paige x reader #uconn x reader #paige bueckers x oc #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers x daughter!oc #yailtsv works—★

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scorpioriesling · 3 months ago

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Invisible String - Finale

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Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warning(s): Please be advised; this part might not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution. 18+, MDNI

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: This is the final part! If you've stuck around this long, thank you -- I hope this series was enjoyable and everything you'd hoped it'd be. I added in the advisory so that younger / uncomfortable readers won't read the series without knowing or expecting potential risks in content to come, however the (canon) NSFW portion of this part can be bypassed & not affect the story in it's entirety! So, if you're not about reading that, I have included warnings in the passage so you know what to skip , but for those who enjoy or look forward to content as such -- get excited! Thank you all for your patience with me as far as this series goes, it has truly been a pleasure to write. (; Much love to all.

Tags: @mellowmusings @talesofadragon @rcarbo1 @mandziaaa @lilah-asteria @a-frog-with-a-laptop @kitsunetori @dannul @velarisdusk @lamarmotta @paintedbyshadows @i-know-i-can @adventure-awaits13 @acourtofbatboydreams (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"When's daddy coming back?"

You slide the tray of warm cookies from the oven, keeping a careful eye on the curious girl standing a few feet behind you. Setting it down atop the stove, you push the oven door shut and hold a hand in front of her as she inches closer.

"Stand back Riles -- the oven is really hot, okay?"

She sighs, taking a half step away from the oven and frowning.

"Y/N, when is daddy home?" She asks again. You turn to face her, unlacing your apron and setting it on the counter before kneeling to her level.

"Sweetheart, we talked about this, remember? Just a few more days and-"

Your hand stills from brushing a stray hair from her ponytail out of her face as a knock sounds at the front door. Riley sucks in a breath, her attention snapping toward the sound in the foyer.

"Daddy!" She squeals, and your heart sinks. Before you can grab ahold of her, she's darting for the front door -- but you know deep down, it's not him. He never knocks, its his home anyway.

"Riley... Riley please, wait-" You round the corner, seconds late as her arms strain to pull the front door open. Your heart jumps into your throat as nerves and fear sweep in, anxiety for who is at Eris' home while he would be away.

Silence stretches as you make up the last few steps to the door, pulling Riley behind you as the visitor is exposed at once.

The face before you doesn't exactly calm any of those nerves, though.

"Gram?" Riley squeaks, peeking around your leg as she grips your pants fabric. The older woman smiles warmly, offering the little one a small wave.

"Hello, dear," she turns her gaze to you, surely met with a look of confusion. "Hello, Y/N."

You swallow, dipping your head in greeting. She waves a light but dismissive hand.

"Please -- no need for that. I just came by to say hello," she explains. Riley loosens her grip on your pants, peering around your leg once more.

"Oh," you say, not really sure of the situation. You take a step back, pulling Riley to your side as the Lady of Autumn takes a small step forward.

"Do you mind if I come in?"

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"...and this one is bunny, my very favorite." RIley explains, extending her stuffed rabbit to her grandmother. The Lady of Autumn takes it, inspecting it with faux wonder.

"Oh wow, my dear, yes -- bunny is quite lovely, isn't she?" Riley giggles, taking her well-loved stuffie back and making to stand.

"Bunny says its tea party time." She states, stepping out of the small circle the three of you had been sitting in for the past half hour and making way to her room. "I be back!" She shouts, making the Lady of Autumn chuckle.

"A quite unique one, she is," she states, her attention focusing back on you. You offer a smile, thinking of all the unique qualities Riley bestows.

"Oh yes, she's always so interested in... well, everything," you laugh. "She's so kind, and full of wonder... so curious about the world-"

"Mmm, just like her father was." She nods once, remembering. "He was quite the handful as a small boy; you've done such a great job with her, she is a very respectful young lady."

Your cheeks pinken, the compliment seeming so opposite to how her husband had treated you mere nights before.

"Oh... that's, well..." you fumble. "Eris, is... an amazing dad. Riley is always wondering when he'll be home next." You shrug. The Lady of Autumn chuckles, placing a hand over yours resting in your lap.

"Indeed, he is," she agrees. You meet the warm browns of her irises as she looks to you. "But, he could never have done any of this without you, dear."

You weren't sure where all this was coming from -- the visit, the niceties, the compliments -- it seemed that just last week, her husband had been so against you being in the picture in any way.

"And," she sighs, straightening once more. "As far as being gone so much, all the missions and errands he must attend..." she trails off, searching for the right words. "Well, let's just say he'll be doing less of that, real soon."

Your brow furrows in confusion as Riley's footsteps are heard bounding down the hallway. In seconds, she's setting down her fancy pink trunk full of plastic tea cups, saucers, you name it. It seems she's also taken interest in her tiara again -- the plastic one, of course.

"Gram, you like tea too?" She asks, working hastily to set out all the place settings. The Lady of Autumn helps, adding a fourth one beside her.

"Oh, yes -- it's been so long since I had a tea party," she says. As though it was the most normal thing in the world, Riley adjusts Bunny to sit behind the fourth place her grandma had set up.

"Ok... let me pour the tea."

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The sun was setting when the Lady of Autumn declared it was time for her to head back, most of the day spent talking and exchanging pleasant conversations. Along with playing tea time, of course.

"Why leaving?" Riley says, munching on one of the forgotten cookies from this morning. The Lady of Autumn pats her head as they walk to the front door together.

"Well, I need to get back because it's almost dinner time," she explains, and Riley nods. Five year old logic.

You open the door, watching as the Lady of Autumn embraces her granddaughter one last time.

"I'll visit again soon, sweetheart." She promises, and Riley nods in agreement. "Do you want to go put on your pajamas before dinner?"

Her face lights up, remembering the cozy pink footie jumper she'd abandoned this morning. She trots to her room, not thinking twice.

The Lady of Autumn chuckles, making for the entryway when she abruptly turns to you.

"I almost forgot dear -- I brought a few things for you." She says, quickly heading toward the awaiting horse she'd rode in on. You watch as she hauls a trunk of her own back inside, and you watch with confusion as she bends to start unlatching it.

"What's this for?" You ask, and she flashes you a wicked smile from below. The trunk finally gives, springing open to reveal quite literally the smoothest fabrics you'd ever seen.

She stands, pulling a wad of fabric with her and unraveling it to reveal a long, velvet green gown. Golden swirls adorn the neckline and sleeves, as small flecks of golden sparkle down the skirt.

You gasp, and she gazes at the piece adoringly.

"I wore this one," she says, swaying it side to side. "The first time I attended the Autumn Court Ball," she smiles at the memory. "It's surely one of my favorites." She drapes it across the back of the couch, reaching down to unveil a similar gown in peach -- less glitter on this one, but just as refined.

"This one, ooh..." she shudders. "I met Beron while wearing this. We were at a royal luncheon, and," she shakes her head in disapproval. "Ugh, the memory completely ruins that one for me -- though it's a gorgeous work, indeed." Along with the green one, she drapes it over the couch, reaching for another packed neatly inside; maroon, this time.

"Lady of Autumn," you interrupt, your hand reaching to lightly touch her forearm as she holds up the next burgundy piece. "I-"

"Please," she insists. "Just call me Autumn."

"Oh, umm... okay, Autumn." She winks at you, then turning to inspect her gown once more. "I'm just... I suppose I'm, confused." You say, your fingers fumbling with one another.

"What about?" She asks, nonchalantly.

You bite your lip. "I... I don't understand. Giving me these... are you wanting me to keep them for Riley-"

"Oh, Heavens no -- gowns like these are meant to be worn." She says simply, draping the maroon one over the couch and finally meeting your eye. "These, dear, are for you."

Your stomach twists, confusion knotting it into a complicated, ball of yarn to untangle.

"But... why?" You ask quietly. She smiles sidelong at you.

"Because -- they're mine to give. And, I choose you to recieve them." She chuckles, brushing a hand over the dress laid on top.

"I... I thought, typically a daughter-in-law would-"

"And I want you to be the one who has them." She states, looking to you in finality. Your cheeks heat, and you watch as she folds her arms across her chest.

After a moment of silence, you try and form a sentence. "What... what if, Eris marries, and then you'll need these to give-"

"Oh, my dear, Eris won't be marrying anyone else." She shrugs, a small smile creeping onto her face. "Other than you, of course." She looks you straight in the eyes.

"He speaks of you often, so much that I hadn't even realized you'd started simply as a nanny," she elaborates. “I’d been delighted to hear he’d found someone so wonderful after that witch of a woman left him and my granddaughter all those years ago.”

Your face deepens in color, and she reaches for you. "He is in love, Y/N. He truly is." Pulling you into a soft embrace, she sighs delightfully. "And if I’m reading this right, it seems you are too."

You swear your heart could burst as joyful tears prick the backs of your eyes.

"I believe he's finally fallen in true love. With you, my dear."

✧･ﾟ: *

You adjusted the ribbon that tied your hair half-back, looking up and down at yourself in the mirror before you. Usually not one for black, you felt you should wear it -- you were, after all, attenting the High Lord's funeral.

When Eris had returned earlier in the week, he came bearing news -- Beron, news, that is. During this last mission, the High Lord did not return from battle so unmarred as his son, being killed while protecting the Autumn court.

Or so Eris tells you.

He had barely shed a tear since returning. Sure, the High Lord (or, previous? High Lord?) was a pain -- a rude, entitled, royal pain. But, was is son truly so unaffected by his own father's death?

"You look lovely."

His voice is rich from behind you, his hands snaking around your waist as he approaches in a simple black suit. The lack of color is so contrasting to the firey red atop his head, making every freckle on his face stand out against his cream-white skin.

"Well, I hoped you wouldn't say that... we are attending your dad's funeral, rather." You sighed, and he pursed his lips. "I wasn't trying to look anything."

He scoffs, his hands sliding from your waist. "Well, that's unfortunate, because I think you'd look ravishing even in a potato sack."

You can't help but giggle, the thought of him making jokes the day of his father's funeral barely phasing you.

"Shoes?" He asks, heading for your closet. You glance down at your bare feet.

"Yes -- the pointed-toe ones, please, they should be in the back." You straighten your skirts once more, as Eris rifles through your wardrobe.

"Darling I'm not finding..."

The rustling stops.

"Where did you get these?" He asks quietly.

You glance over to the closet, realizing what he has stumbled upon. You rush over, attempting to close the doors before him.

"I... I, uh-"

"These," he says, reaching out to feel the maroon fabric with a soft hand. "These, are my mother's." He turns to you, eyes full of intrigue and... shock?

"Eris... she came by, while you were gone." You mumble. You hadn’t told him of his mother’s unannounced visit, let alone the extraordinary gift she’d given to you.

He stares blankly at the gowns hung before him, looking in awe at them hanging in your closet. "She said... well, she said she wanted me to have them."

He turns slowly to face you, the adoration written all over his face.

"My mother, gave you these?"

"Yes." You whisper. He smiles softly, a tiny blush fanning over his cheekbones. You reach out, your fingers brushing over the warmed skin.

"I can give them back if you're uncomfort-"

"No, no." He smiles, his eyes looking down before he pulls you to his chest. "They're exactly where they should be."

Now, it's your turn to blush. He holds you against him, his long arms wrapped around you as you both take in the garments before you. Your eye catches on the peach one, and you grin up at him.

"You know... I think I may change, before we head out."

✧･ﾟ: *

The funeral was nothing short of what you'd expect -- royals, dressed head to toe in the most luxurious fabrics, weeping and mourning the loss of the High Lord. Fae from other courts attended, extending their condolences to all of the Vanserra family; but, Eris didn't need any. He didn't let a single tear fall for the entirety of the ceremony.

Honestly, the Lady of Autumn didn't either. In fact, she looked truly delighted when she spotted you wearing the new peach gown she'd given to you, murmuring to Eris how she understood his liking to you.

You had to admit, watching his mother get him all flustered and bashful in front of you was quite the entertainment.

What was different was the empty house you returned to afterward -- Riley had spent the day with Autumn's first hand maidens, so you were able to attend the funeral with Eris. He didn’t want her exposed to it all quite yet, instead opting to tell her himself one day when she was a bit older and would understand the concept better. You couldn’t agree with him more — however, Autumn’s offer to spend time with the little girl herself extended to the night following.

"Odd to be here, without those little feet running about." Eris noticed it too. You shrugged off your shawl, kicking your heels off in the foyer before heading for the kitchen.

"Yes, quite odd for this place to be so... quiet." You say, unpinning your hair and allowing it to fall freely over your shoulders. You groan at the feeling, running your fingers through it as you rounded the corner of the island.

Eris follows, setting his cufflinks on the marble and trying (failing) not to allow you to catch him staring.

"Are you.." you begin, after a few quiet moments. "Are you... okay, Eris?"

He looks to you, setting the other metal set beside him and shrugging.

"Yeah," he mutters. "Why wouldn't I be?"

You sigh, stepping closer to him. That gets his attention.

"Eris... you buried your father today."

He purses his lips, his movements stilling as he avoids your eye.

"Are you not upset? At all?" You ask, growing frustrated at his lack of answering. "We've establishled you can talk to me, you know? I mean, you haven't even so much as cried once since-"

"I did it."

You pause. Your heartbeat grows louder and louder in your ears, the only sound between you two are your shared breaths.

"You... you what?" You whisper.

Eris looks up at you, eyes watering as he confesses.

"I did it, Y/N. I... I killed my..." his voice cracks, and he takes a shaky breath. "My own father."

You take a step back from him, and watch as his face becomes pained. You feel that all the way to your heart, as though it's been strung too tight with twine.

"Y/N, please, you have to understand-"

You brace your hands on the edge of the island, drawing in a long breath. From everything you'd heard, all that his father put Eris through -- forcing him into marriage, the degradation-

"It's okay."

You turn slowly, looking to the male beside you. Tears silently stream down his face, his wide eyes searching yours for some forgiveness you didn't need to give.

"It's... okay, Eris." You breathe. "I understand."

His chest shakes, his gratitude evident as fresh tears line his eyes. You inch closer to him, your hand finding purchace on his upper arm.

"It's okay." You repeat. He continues to silently cry, and you guide him to you as you wrap your arms around his neck. He breathes heavily against your neck, and you feel the tightening in your heart once more.

"I didn't think you'd love me if you found out what I'd done," he sobs. You run a calming hand through his hair, scratching lightly as he shakes against your embrace.

"Eris, I... I don't think I could ever not love you." You admit, the weight of the words finally lifting from your shoulders. He pulls back slowly, wiping at his eyes with his thumb.

"You really," he sniffles. "You really mean that, Y/N?" He asks. You smile softly, a wave of emotion hitting you as you come to terms with what you'd known for years at this point.

"Eris -- I loved you the day I met you," you admit, a single tear slipping free and trailing down your cheek. His eyes only widen. "I loved you when you were still married, I loved you even more when I met your daughter, I loved you before I'd barely known you," you explain, more tears falling freely and landing on the front of your gown.

"It's always been you, Eris." You say, and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand. You wrap your arms around his torso, crying right onto the front of his jacket when suddenly, a gleaming, golden spark within makes itself known.

You pull back, your hand clutching your chest as your twine-wrapped heart breaks free -- a warm, golden feeling replacing the discomfort instead. You gasp, staring at Eris in disbelief as he smiles broadly at you, tear-stained face and all.

A hand reaches for the counter to steady yourself as you grapple with the feeling -- so familiar, yet so foreign. The light, as though creating a bridge, flows from your end and outward; the feeling returned full of adoration, the purest form of love. True love.

"H-how long have you known?" You ask. Eris steps closer, taking both of your hands in his as he helps you stand upright.

"Well," he admits sheepishly. "Quite some time, but... I believe the night you finally put me in my place, was what did it for me." He chuckles, and you stare up at him in surprise. "And, I'd be happy if you'd keep doing just that for as long as we both live."

Mate. He was your mate.

You look down, the small bead of uncertainty weaving it's way along the golden bridge between the two of you. "Eris, I... you realize, I'm not like you. I'm not High Fae, or-"

"I don't want any one else, Y/N." He admits, squeezing both of your hands and forcing you to look to him once more. "I didn't tell you about the bond, because... well, because you have a choice, too. I wanted you to be able to choose, whether you loved me or not." He sighs. "You have such a good heart -- I didn't want you to be tied to me just because you felt obligated to."

Your lips part as love flows full force down the bond, and you peer over Eris' shoulder. You depart from him for only a moment, reaching for the cookie jar with only a few left in it.

"Y/N, you're sure you don't want to think on it-"

You face him again, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him to you at once. Those lips, Gods you'd wanted to press yours to them for weeks -- now, you finally could.

His mouth slides against yours, his hands pulling you against him by your waist as he deepens the contact. You're almost too caught up in the moment, the raw feelings and emotion flowing between the two of you that you-

"Wait," you pull away, gasping for air as he heaves before you. You hold up the red velvet cookie, his favorite of course -- and he quietly accepts it from you. "Please, Eris, I need'nt not think on this decision..."

He eats it in two bites, gazing into your eyes as he swallows the rest of it. When he opens his mouth again, you can't help but smile.

"I'm truly grateful, because I don't think I could imagine this family without you in it."

✧･ﾟ: *

(cue the nsfw; 18+, mdni)

You laid back against the silky maroon sheets -- so familiar, but the feeling was new.

You'd sleep on these for the rest of your life. Together.

Eris hovers over you, his hand sliding from beneath your back as he helped you lie down gently against the sheets. His eyes scan your face, looking for any signs of discomfort. As you look back, his eyes are only filled with hunger. Desire. The need for you -- pure lust.

"You have to tell me... if anything is uncomfortable," he huffs, tugging his shirt over his head. You'd never tire of the sight of his exposed, toned torso -- the wounds from months back now fully healed.

"Y/N," he prods.

"Hm?" You'd been so distracted that you forgot to answer. "Oh, uh. Mhm. Okay." Your fingers slid along the ribbed muscles beneath his smooth skin, and he lowered himself to his forearms. His mouth was on yours again, this time more hungry and feverish than when you'd tangoed down the hallway to get to his room minutes before.

You catch his lip between your teeth, playfully tugging it and he groans, his fingers digging into your hips in warning.

"You're... a wicked little thing," he sighs, sliding the gown over your shoulders and tugging it lower and lower beneath him. He sucks in a sharp breath as your chest becomes more and more exposed; and practically orgasms when you're in nothing but your underwear beneath him.

"Gods, Y/N..." he swears, tossing your gown aside and sliding a hand over your breasts. "I've been... thinking about this, for so long..." He draws his bottom lip between his teeth, eyeing your nipples as they harden beneath his touch.

"Eris... please..." you beg. He chuckles, leaning down to take one in his mouth. His tongue swirls around the hardened peak, making you squeak beneath him. He releases his mouth from you, only to press kisses along your collarbone and eventually, you lips.

"I need you," you whimper, and he smiles down at you.

"I'll give you what you want," he whispers, biting the sensitive skin just below your ear. You squirm, your hands threading through his amber strands.

He descends, pressing soft kisses down your body until he gets to your inner thighs. Kissing each side, he toys with you, holding out from where you need him most.

"Eris-"

"Shhh, pretty girl." He kisses the outside of your undies, the inner fabric already soaked with need. Smirking, he hooks a finger around the lace, yanking it from your soaked core as he looks up at you in awe.

"Such a wet little cunt for me," he growls, diving right in and licking a thick stripe between your folds. You groan, the feeling of his tongue playing with you almost too much in your lust-filled state. He continues to torture you -- sucking roughly on your clit, adding one finger, then two... you're a quaking mess by the time your orgasm racks through you.

He leans back, pleased with his work, and wipes his glistening chin before crawling atop you once more. You push up onto your elbows weakly, but he only tuts at you.

"Lie back down, princess." He smirks, kicking off his pants as his cock springs free. The sight of it makes your mouth water -- so. Fucking. Big.

"Eris, let me-"

"Ah ah ah." He shakes his head as his fingers pull on his throbbing dick, pumping himself at the sight of you. "You can taste me next time -- allow me to make you feel good tonight, my darling."

You bite your lip as he aligns himself with your entrance, ever so slowly pushing the head in. The stretch is deliciously tight, so good you moan as he pushes in farther.

"Fuck, Y/N." He grits out, ever so slowly deepening himself. "So fucking tight..." His eyes squeeze shut before he bottoms out, and he opens them as he pulls all the way out and shoves right back in.

"Eris!" You cry out, his cock stretching you out. His fingers hold tight to your waist, and you can't help but grip his hair tighter as he sets his pace fucking into you.

"So good... so, so good," he grunts. You feel your second orgasm quickly approaching, the heat building in your lower stomach with every thrust he gives you. He reaches a hand up, cupping your cheek as he continues to bring you pleasure.

"My perfect girl," he admires breathily, his thumb sliding along your lower lip. You take the opportunity to open your mouth, sucking his finger inside. His eyes roll back as he speeds up, your groans of pleasure only spurring him on.

He's fucking you so hard, he settles both hands on your waist once more, his thrusts becoming rougher.

"Eris... oh Gods, I'm gonna..." Your mouth drops open, a small "o" shape as Eris groans above you.

"My perfect mate... ahhhh, yes, my mate-" He pushes in to the hilt as your walls flutter around him, hot ropes of cum pumping deep into your cunt. You breathe heavily, watching the gorgeous male above you catch his breath.

He sighs, a smile forming on his face as he rests his forehead against yours. After a few moments of quiet, he chuckles.

"I almost don't want to pull out of you," he admits, drawing a giggle from your lips. You smack his shoulder playfully, and he indeed unsheaths himself from you to lie down beside you on the mattress.

It isn't long before your eyelids feel heavy, the small peppering of kisses along your hairline from your mate sending you into a deep, peaceful sleep.

✧･ﾟ: *

(all clean from here on!)

Epilogue

The warmth from the early-autumn sun kissed your bare shoulders as you walked along, wicker basket in hand. You heard the sound of their voices before you saw them -- always listening, just in case it got too quiet.

"Nooo, Olive -- do not put that yucky grass in your mouth!"

You chuckled, rounding the corner and spotting your two little ones seated in the shade of a large apple tree. You'd only been a few feet away, but even in your absence, Riley took the role of "big sister" quite seriously.

"Mom, Olive is trying to eat the grass again. Really, she's trying really hard this time!"

You approach the honest eight year old, watching as she motions to the tiny tot still seated in the grass. Sure enough, each fist is full of freshly yanked grass. She peers up at you with a big grin.

"No need to worry, Riles." You unclench the baby's hands, and the grass stems flutter back to the ground where they came.

Scooping the toddler up, you place a kiss atop Riley's head. "Thank you for being mindful of your baby sister, and for telling me." You turn your attention to the tiny child in your arms, shaking your head slowly.

"Noooo, eating grass, Miss Olive."

She giggles, a string of spit running down her chin as she grips the straps of your sundress. You sigh, looking to the basket for the spit-cloth.

When you turn, Riley is already holding it out to you, a pleasant smile on her face.

"Here you go, mom!" She beams. You smile gratefully to her, accepting the cloth and wiping the baby's chin. Riley hums to herself, and you pull her close for a gentle hug.

"You're such a good sister, Riley." You admit, your voice thick with emotion. You remembered when Riley was barely older than this, still small enough to carry in your arms. Now, she'd grown a bit -- nonetheless, she was still your little girl.

"Ahh, there's my girls!"

You turn, watching Riley bound down the garden path toward her father, walking to her with open arms. He picks her up and spins her around, her dress-up princess dress fanning out behind her. He sets her down with a kiss on the cheek, and they continue their way to you.

"My dear," Eris grins, pulling you in for a kiss as his hand wraps around your waist. His attention snags on Olive, and he kisses her tiny nose. She laughs, and he beams down at her.

"Miss Olive -- I see we've been trying to eat the grass again." He chuckles, brushing a few stray pieces from her little skirt. She reaches out, and you're happy to allow her father to hold her a bit.

"No strenuous High Lord duties today?" You question with a playful brow raise. Eris laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"No, no my darling -- nothing too taxing today." Your heart swells. Eris had done so well taking on his father's title three years ago, and with so much happening at once -- the fall of Beron, accepting your mating bond, the new baby -- he handled it all so well.

"Olive, lookie! Look what I've found!"

Riley trots over to you, holding a bright orange flower in her hand. Eris sets the toddler down, her hand immediately being taken by Riley as she slowly walks the little one along the garden path.

Eris reaches for your hand, pulling you close.

"This, is a Chrysanthemum. A chris-an-the-mum, Olive." She continues to explain the plant to the baby, who happily steps right along side her big sister, listening intently.

"We truly have the best girls," You say, resting your head on your husband's shoulder as you stroll along behind the two sisters.

He grins, giving your hand a little squeeze.

"Yes, I sure do."

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mika-no-sekai-blog · 9 months ago

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Pairing: Eris Vanserra x reader

Summary: Y/N is from Hewn city, expecting to get married to one of the horrible lords there. When a marriage proposal from new High Lord of Autumn himself is delivered, her father is more than happy to sell his daughter. And so Y/N is sent to Autumn Court.

She heard the horrific rumors about her husband-to-be, saw him several times in Hewn city and she doesn't expect him to be any different from males she grew up with.

But what if he isn't so bad as they say?

Status: completed

Part I

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Part XIII

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queerliblib · 6 months ago

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Happy Sapphic September! Here are some sapphic ebooks that, at the time of making this video, are all available to be checked out right now! You better be quick, though!

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thatacotargirl · 9 months ago

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The Daughter of Day (2)

Welcome back to The Daughter of Day, a series exploring a new Court and a triad, because why not!

I hope you enjoy chapter 2 🌟

This story is set after A Court of Silver Flames.

My inbox remains open for oneshot/imagine requests.

Taglist: @fightmedraco @lilah-asteria @acourtofsmutandstarlight

A Reader x Feysand Fanfiction

Reader's POV

It had been over a week since my father had sent a request to Rhysand asking to host me as a visitor in Velaris, and we still hadn't received a reply. I knew it might take a while, with Rhysand being a High Lord and no doubt as busy as my father was most days, but I couldn't help the heavy feeling in my heart that I might be refused and I'd have to carry on living in Day. It wasn't that I disliked my home court - it had beauty to rival even the most glowing stars in the sky - but it was suffocating being trapped in the palace. Every morning I woke with no plans other than to walk the castle walls, hiding from the palace guards who would no doubt scoop me up and take me back to the safe confines of my bedroom if they found me. Every night, I'd fall asleep hoping my dreams would whisk me away to adventure, fun, freedom. Then, I'd wake up, and I'd do it all again.

Rhysand's POV

Rhys sat in his office sifting through endless piles of paperwork with a sigh. Azriel sat to his left, writing furiously into a notebook, his tongue sticking out slightly with concentration. Rhys chuckled inwardly, and rose from the desk, pacing around the office with his pen tapping against his thigh. He was feeling restless and couldn't quite put a pin on why. He was more than satisfied with his life as it was - he had a beautiful mate, a perfect son, a loving family, war had been won, and life was rebuilding. He had defied all odds and had come out stronger, despite the trauma that lingered below the surface. But, in spite of that, he felt like a part of him was missing. Like he had completed the puzzle that was him, his life, but there was one piece that he had overlooked and left the puzzle incomplete.

Shaking his head, he grabbed a handful of letters from the desk and began slotting through them, tossing the occasional one into the trashcan by his desk. Suddenly, one gold envelope caught his eye. He placed the pile back on the desk to hold the envelope with both hands, feeling the power of its author within. That heat, that sun, that all glowing all consuming power could belong to one High Lord, and one High Lord only - Helion. Rhys carefully opened the letter and reviewed its contents.

Dearest Rhysand, It was a pleasure to be hosted by yourself and your wonderful family this week; and the Day Court remains a staunch ally to you and your Court. I write on matters unrelated to alliance. My daughter, y/n, is finding herself lost amongst Day Court. I admit that I may have 'coddled' her, as one might say, but I did so for fear of her life and safety, and out of love. However, she now wishes to experience a world outside of my shining walls. Would you be so gracious as to allow y/n to visit Velaris for a period of time? I ask this as your ally, and friend, as I trust that y/n will be safe with you in your City of Starlight. Yours truly, Helion.

Rhysand was surprised at the request. Helion had kept his daughter hidden in the confines of the Day Court palace for 25 years, and was now allowing her to not only leave the palace, but leave the Court entirely? He shook his head, almost inclined to deny the request. He could not be responsible for y/n's safety, even if Velaris had the lowest crime rate of all Prythian. If something were to happen to y/n within his court, it could result in war and bloodshed. He took up his pen to write his reply, denying the request, but felt himself hesitate.

Rhys knew better than many what it felt like to be trapped. To feel as though your life wasn't your own to live because you were being held against your will, not able to spread your wings and explore, live, enjoy what this world had to offer. He sat as his hands touched the paper and he found his fingers moving on their own accord.

Dear Helion, The Night Court would be delighted to host y/n. She may stay at our River House for as long as she wishes. Please do send word of when we can expect her arrival and we will ensure that a room is prepared. Regards, Rhysand.

Reader's POV

With a sigh, you put away the book that was resting on your lap and head towards your bedroom. The book was a romance, one you had read so many times over that you were sure you could re-write it verbatim, where the protagonist pursues revenge against those who wronged him to win back his one true love. Whilst romance books were your guilty pleasure, a part of you would always feel sad that perhaps you might not get to experience romance like those you read. Although, maybe nobody did, and that's why the books were so popular - everyone pined to be desired in a way that could only be conveyed on the pages of a story, and not in real life.

As you rounded the corridor and headed towards your bedroom door, you were intercepted.

"Y/n, my darling! I have news from the Night Court".

Your head shot up to meet your father's eyes, your own no doubt full of hope.

"Rhysand has offered for you to stay at the River House in Velaris".

You felt your heart jump with joy and excitement. It was finally happening.

"When can I go?", you asked eagerly, already mentally packing your bags with your favourite dresses and shoes.

"Whenever you wish, my sunshine. I will gladly take you myself".

After giving your father a quick hug, you ran full pelt into your bedroom and grabbed a bag from the back of your closet. After packing a small bag of personal items, you gazed around the drawers and closets at your clothes and halted. The beautiful golden sundresses, flowing skirts and cropped t'shirts were perfect for Day Court, but you were almost certain that you might freeze in the Night Court, not to mention that you would stick out like a sore thumb. Feeling a presence enter your bedroom, you turn to see your father make his way to the edge of your bed.

"I will provide Rhysand with a stipend to cover the expenses of you living with them, and some extra to get yourself some more appropriate clothing", he winked. You smiled at him, grateful that your father somehow always knew what you were thinking without you needing to say it. You walk over to him and reach out to take his hand.

"Thank you, for everything", you say, as he pulls you in for a hug.

"Anything for you, my sunshine".

A moment passes and you find yourself wallowed by feelings of guilt. Guilt for wanting to leave the haven that he built for you. Guilt for wanting to explore without him. You were his only child, his pride and joy, and here you were wanting to leave the nest - and leave him behind in it. Sensing your change in emotions, Helion pulls back from the hug to stare sincerely at your face.

"You make me proud everyday, y/n. You have grown into a beautiful, wise, and kind young woman and I am so proud that you are my daughter. I want you to live the life you've always dreamed of, even if that means it isn't here with me. And, no matter what, I will always be here for you when you decide to return".

You can feel the tears falling steadily down your face as you silently sob. Even though this is what you wanted more than anything else in the world, it didn't make it hurt any less.

"Come, let's go now". Helion offers you his hand and you gladly accept it, picking up the one bag that you had decided to bring with you. With one last look at your bedroom, you offer your father a silent nod, and close your eyes as you feel his power surround you both and winnow you away from the Day Court. Away from home.

You arrive with a thump at the steps of the River House you had visited a few weeks prior, and Helion reached up to knock on the giant door. Waiting, you turn to eye to streets around you, watching the citizens of Velaris go about their days chatting happily and laughing. It was dusk by the time you had arrived, and people were bustling their way down towards the main town in search of food and entertainment for the evening.

The door opened and you turned back to see Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court, standing before you. Her sister, Elain, stood at her side. Both women were smiling.

"Y/n! Welcome back to Velaris! Come in, come in", Feyre gestures to the house, moving out of the doorframe. You move to enter, but stop when you realise your father isn't following.

"This is where I leave you, sunshine. But know I am always here if you need me, and I will come and visit you in a few weeks to see how you are getting on". You can see through the smile on his face right to the sadness in his eyes.

You feel the tears pricking your own eyes but you desperately fight them back, not wanting to cry in front of Feyre and Elain. You lunge forward into your father's arms and hold him, squeezing as tightly as you possibly can, before giving him a salute and walking into the River House. You didn't trust your words not to give away the tears or beg for him to take you back to the comforts of Day; but it seems that nothing slipped past Feyre, as she reached out to pull you into a hug of her own, Elain quietly closing the door behind you.

"I know how hard it can be to make that first step to independence, y/n, you don't have to fight your emotions for our sakes", she offered, stroking your hair and letting your cry quietly on her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so happy to be here, it's just harder than I expected".

You felt a hand rub your back and turned to see Elain, a sincere and kind smile on her face. You offered her a watery smile back.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up and then we can have dinner?" she asked, peeling you away from Feyre and guiding you up the stairs. You could hear commotion behind the various doors of the River House but Elain quickly led you to a door at the end of the hall. She opened it and you gasped, surprised to see that the room inside was decorated in the finest Day Court gold you had seen. You turned to Elain as she smiled.

"We figured it would be hard, leaving home for the first time, so we wanted to do something to help you settle. Helion sent us some furniture from your home and we added the rest, I hope it's ok?".

You nodded, completely speechless. Elain walked past you into the adjoining bathroom and began running you a bath as you emptied the contents of your bag. You placed the items around the room; the make-up on the vanity table, the books on your bedside, and the soft yellow blanket you'd had since you were a baby across the end of your new bed. You carried your few toiletries to the bathroom as Elain closed off the water, the smell of jasmine and honey wafting through the air.

"I hope you don't mind, I used my own bath oils as we didn't know what scent you'd like, but we have plans to go into Velaris tomorrow to buy you everything you need".

"We?", you asked.

"You, me, Feyre, and Mor!", she exclaimed excitedly. Her warming and happy energy made you want to smile.

"That sounds wonderful", you grinned back at her, "I haven't met Mor yet, she wasn't able to make the meeting when I was here last".

"You'll meet her tonight, she's coming to dinner. She's Rhys' cousin and lives not too far from here. She's also convinced everyone to go to Rita's tonight, but you don't have to join if you'd prefer to get some rest and settle in here".

"Rita's?"

"It's kind of like a club, Feyre and Mor love to go and dance, and Cassian usually causes some mayhem there. I don't often go but Feyre asked me to this time, she even went out of her way to get Amren to babysit Nyx instead of me!" Elain chuckled to herself. "I think it might be in case you wanted to come, they have a habit of drinking themselves into a bit of a stupor and might be a bit overwhelming to handle on your own".

"Nyx?", you asked, trying to remember the names of everyone you had heard of in the Night Court.

"Feyre and Rhysand's son", she paused, seeing the surprise on your face. "You know, maybe you should join us tonight if you're feeling up to it, you have quite a lot to catch up on!"

You couldn't help but return Elain's smile. Perhaps this would be a good way to get to know everyone and break the ice. "Sure, I'd like to join".

"Great! I'll let Feyre know and have her find some options for you to wear tonight. Speaking of, I'll go and find you some things to wear for dinner too - back in a moment" she smiled, and left the bathroom.

You undressed and climbed into the bath, big enough to fit at least another 4 of you in it, and sank down into the water, letting yourself soak away the emotions of the day. You couldn't help the smile that adorned your face, in spite of your lingering guilt and sadness at leaving your court behind. You had received such a warm welcome in Velaris and-

You heard a crash outside the landing, someone shouting and swearing, and a whole host of laughter as something transpired down the hall from your bedroom. You recognised the echo of Feyre's laugh and Elain's giggles, as a male - Cassian, perhaps? - swore like a sailor. You could pick out a few words; paint, prank, and glue.

You laughed and sank deeper into the water, regrouping your mind. It had been a busy enough day as it was, and it looked like it was only going to get busier still.

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intro to my drs!!

…i have a total of 35 drs at the moment, there will probably be more at one point but i’ll just give you a small introduction to all my 35 drs!!

» better cr (hsmtmts) «

toni marie wilson — sep 12 2003 — s/o; ricky bowen

» fame dr «

amelia lily tomlinson — sep 12 1995 — s/o; niall horan

» 2nd fame dr «

clara van gratie — sep 12 1999 — s/o; gavin leatherwood

» singer dr «

maya claire wilson — sep 12 2000 — s/o; joshua bassett

» 2nd singer dr «

clarissa may horan — sep 12 1991 — s/o; niall horan

» 3rd singer dr «

clarissa jamie payne — sep 12 2000 — s/o; olivia rodrigo

» actress dr «

cassandra wren evans — sep 12 1996 — s/o; chris evans

» one direction dr «

lilah rory payne — aug 29 1993 — s/o; niall horan

» underground artist dr «

alexi claire wilson — sep 12 1998 — s/o; alec benjamin

» streamer dr «

athena marie simons — sep 12 2003 — s/o; purpled

» criminal minds fame au dr «

alice sofia rossi — sep 12 1985 — s/o; spencer reid

» nepo baby dr «

clara ivy stan — sep 12 2004 — s/o; olivia rodrigo

» 2nd nepo baby dr «

clara marie brosnan — sep 12 1999 — s/o; joshua bassett

» sunset curve dr «

cassandra jade mercer — sep 12 1978 — s/o; reggie peters

» shared band dr «

valentina mystara — sep 12 1998 — s/o; niall horan

» marvel fame au dr «

alice marie lumière — sep 12 1989 — s/o; steve rogers

» fan dr «

casiphia marie rossi — sep 12 1998 — s/o; dylan minnette

» 2nd fan dr «

clara marie wilson — sep 12 1998 — s/o; niall horan

» marvel small town au dr «

clarissa taylor — sep 12 1999 — s/o; kate bishop

» julie and the phantoms dr «

kiara patterson — sep 12 1975 — s/o; reggie peters

» outer banks dr «

emilia jane wilson — sep 12 2003 — s/o; jj maybank

» 2nd outer banks dr «

clarissa cameron — sep 12 2003 — s/o; kiara carrera

» 3rd outer banks dr «

alexandra marie lumière — sep 12 2002 — s/o; john b routledge

» free rein dr «

clara grace wilson — sep 12 2000 — s/o: pin hawthorne

» surviving summer dr «

lily grace mckenna — sep 12 2006 — s/o; baxter radic

» moon knight au dr «

madison spector — sep 12 1988 — s/o; marc spector

» chilling adventures of sabrina dr «

willow vidal — sep 12 1928 — s/o; nick scratch

» riverdale dr «

annabelle andrews — sep 12 2001 — s/o; jughead jones

» criminal minds dr «

bella marie lovelace — sep 12 1989 — s/o; spencer reid

» marvel dr «

madelyn ivanova — sep 12 1958 — s/o; steve rogers

» 2nd marvel dr «

sophia blanca noir — sep 12 2006 — s/o; peter parker (tasm)

» 3rd marvel dr «

clara monroe — sep 12 1994 — s/o; steve rogers

» teen marvel dr «

sofia barnes — sep 12 2006 — s/o; none

» descendants dr «

scarlett — sep 12 1999 — s/o; joshua fitzherbert (oc)

» 2nd descendants dr «

annabella — sep 12 1999 — s/o; harry hook

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Troll Trilogy by Katherine Langrish (2004-2007)

A secret kingdom of trolls, and their legendary gold, lies in the mysterious shadows of Troll Fell. It is to this eerie and dangerous place that Peer must go after his father's sudden death, to live with his greedy uncles, Baldur and Grim, at their mill. When Peer discovers his uncles' plan to sell children to the trolls, he has to bury his fears and set out to stop them somehow. In a world filled with magic and mystery, Peer has only his bravery, his wits, and two new allies -- a daring girl looking for adventure and a mischievous house spirit looking for a good meal. Their story will become part of the legends and lore that fill this extraordinary land by the sea.

The People by Zenna Henderson (1961-1966)

These are the People.

Marooned on this planet by the crash of their interstellar vehicle in the distant past, The People are never free of a sense of strangeness in this world and a yearning for the home they have half-forgotten.

These are the chronicles of their arrival on this world, their estrangement from it, and their ultimate acceptance of their poignant exile.

The Clockwork Crow by Catherine Fisher (2018-2020)

Orphan Seren Rhys is on her way to a new life at the remote country mansion of Plas-y Fran when she is given a package by a stranger late at night in an empty train station. The package contains a crotchety, mechanical talking crow, which Seren reluctantly brings to her new home. But when she gets there, the happy Christmas she had hoped for turns out to be an illusion--the young son of the house, Tomos, has been missing for almost a year, rumored to have been taken by the fairies. With the Crow's reluctant help and a little winter magic, Seren sets off on a perilous journey to bring Tomos home. An enthralling story of family and belonging set in frost-bound Victorian Wales.

Fairytales for Wilde Girls by Allyse Near (2013)

There's a dead girl in a birdcage in the woods. That's not unusual. Isola Wilde sees a lot of things other people don't. But when the girl appears at Isola's window, her every word a threat, Isola needs help.

Her real-life friends – Grape, James and new boy Edgar – make her forget for a while. And her brother-princes – the mermaids, faeries and magical creatures seemingly lifted from the pages of the French fairytales Isola idolises – will protect her with all the fierce love they possess.

It may not be enough.

Isola needs to uncover the truth behind the dead girl's demise and appease her enraged spirit, before the ghost steals Isola's last breath.

The New Moon's Arms by Nalo Hopkinson (2007)

Calamity, born Chastity, has renamed herself in a way she feels is most fitting. She's a 50-something grandmother whose mother disappeared when she was a teenager and whose father has just passed away as she begins menopause. With this physical change of life comes a return of a special power for finding lost things, something she hasn't been able to do since childhood. A little tingling in the hands then a massive hotflash, and suddenly objects, even whole buildings, lost to her since childhood begin showing up around Calamity. One of the lost things Calamity recovers is a small boy who washes up on the shore outside her house after a rainstorm. She takes this bruised but cheerful 3-year-old under her wing and grows attached to him, a process that awakens all the old memories, frustrations and mysteries around her own mother and father. She'll learn that this young boy's family is the most unusual group she's ever encountered--and they want their son back.

Finisterre by C. J. Cherryh (1995-1996)

Stranded on a distant planet that abounds with fertile farmland, human colonists appear to be in paradise. But all the native animals communicate by telepathy, projecting images that drive humans mad. Only Nighthorses stand between civilization and madness. When a flare of human emotion spreads to all the horses, chaos erupts.

Three Kings by Freydis Moon (2022)

Ethan Shaw—lighthouse keeper and local witch—lives a charmed life in his chilly, coastal hometown. Blessed with a flourishing garden and a stable livelihood, Ethan can’t complain. But when his husband, Captain Peter Vásquez, brings home a wounded leopard seal after an impromptu storm, Ethan is faced with a curious situation: caring for a lost selkie named Nico Locke.

As Ethan struggles with the possibility of being infertile, insecurities surrounding his marriage, and a newly formed magical bond with a hostile, handsome selkie, his comfortable life begins to fracture. But could breakage lead to something better?

With autumn at their heels and winter on the horizon, Ethan, Peter, and Nico test the boundaries of a new relationship, shared intimacy, and the chance at a future together.

Silver Sequence by Cliff McNish (2003-2005)

Six children leave home and are drawn to Coldharbour - an eerie wasteland of wind, rats, gulls and rubbish. Each of them has a unique gift, but they must learn to use their skills fast. Drawing ever closer in a maelstrom of fury is the Roar, something vast and dreadful that wants to destroy them.

Lilah's Adventures by Sherwood Smith (2012)

When twelve-year-old Lady Lilah decides to disguise herself and sneak out of the palace one night, she has more of an adventure than she expected--for she learns very quickly that the country is on the edge of revolution. When she sneaks back in, she learns something even more surprising: her older brother Peitar is one of the forces behind it all. The revolution happens before all of his plans are in place, and brings unexpected chaos and violence. Lilah and her friends, leaving their old lives behind, are determined to help however they can. But what can four kids do? Become spies, of course!

The Merlin Spiral by Robert Treskillard (2013-2014)

When a meteorite crashes near a small village in fifth-century Britain, it brings with it a mysterious black stone that bewitches anyone who comes in contact with its glow--a power the druids hope to use to destroy King Uthur's kingdom, as well as the new Christian faith. The only person who seems immune is a young, shy, half-blind swordsmith's son named Merlin.

As his family, village, and even the young Arthur, are placed in danger, Merlin must face his fears and his blindness to take hold of the role God ordained for him. But when he is surrounded by adversaries, armed only by a sword he's named Excalibur, how will he save the girl he cherishes and rid Britain of this deadly evil ... without losing his life?

#best fantasy book #poll #troll trilogy #the people #the clockwork crow #fairytales for wilde girls #the new moon's arms #finisterre #three kings #silver sequence #lilah's adventures #the merlin spiral

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