#special court

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Juvenile Admits Story Not True," Ottawa Citizen. May 1, 1934. Page 1. ---- Consequently Hilliard Mullen Freed of Charge of Contributing To Delinquency. ---- A charge of contributing to the delinquency of juveniles laid against Hilliard Mullen, 24, of 129 LeBreton street, was dismissed by Judge J. F. McKinley at a special sitting of the Juvenile Court this morning. In dismissing the charge Judge McKinley said he was not satisfied with the evidence given by two juveniles, one of whom, he said, apparently had not told the truth, while the other testified in a manner to semi-protect the accused. Walter F. Schroeder was defence counsel.

Mullen was alleged to be connected with several local burglaries for which several juveniles have been arrested. Last week one of the juveniles testified that an affidavit he had given to Guelph reformatory had been obtained by frightening him. The hearing was adjourned to allow John Hunter, superintendent of the reformatory, to come here to give evidence.

Today, the boy was put on the witness stand and after being warned about perjury told the court that what he had said last week was not quite the truth.

Mr. Hunter told the court that the boy was not forced to give the affidavit to Detective William Meehan who laid the charge.

[livenews24x7hindi]

I Love You कहने पर 2 साल की कैद, स्पेशल कोर्ट ने 5 साल बाद सुनाया फैसला

नाबालिग लड़की की मां ने सितंबर 2019 में साकीनाका पुलिस स्टेशन में शिकायत दर्ज कराई थी। शिकायतकर्ता ने पुलिस को बताया कि उसकी बेटी चाय पत्ती खरीदने के लिए पास की एक दुकान पर गई थी, लेकिन रोते हुए घर लौटी। मुंबई की एक विशेष अदालत ने नाबालिग लड़की का हाथ पकड़कर उससे प्यार का इजहार करने के जुर्म में 19 वर्षीय एक युवक को दो साल के कठोर कारावास की सजा सुनाई है। यौन अपराधों से बच्चों के संरक्षण (POCSO)…

[nepalniceties]

Special Court extends detention of Telecom officials

The Special Court, comprising Chairman Tek Narayan Kunwar, Judges Tej Narayan Singh Rai, and Murari Babu Shrestha, has granted permission for the detention of the suspended Managing Director of Nepal Telecom, Sunil Paudel, and the suspended Executive Director of Security Printing Center, Bikal Paudel, for an additional seven days. The decision to extend the judicial remand of the Paudel duo was…

[sirascolat]

princess allison and knight renee

[todaytamilnews]

கஞ்சா வழக்குகளில் 4 பெண்கள் உட்பட 9 பேருக்கு சிறை தண்டனை: மதுரை கூடுதல் சிறப்பு நீதிமன்றம் உத்தரவு | Jail sentence for 9 people including 4 women in Kanja case: Madurai court orders

மதுரை: மதுரையில் கஞ்சா வழக்கில் 4 பெண்கள் உட்பட 9 பேருக்கு சிறைத் தண்டனை மற்றும் அபராதம் விதிக்கப்பட்டது. மதுரை கூடுதல் போதைப்பொருள் வழக்குகளுக்கான சிறப்பு நீதிமன்றத்தில் இன்று கஞ்சா தொடர்பான பல்வேறு வழக்குகள் விசாரணைக்கு வந்தன. முதலாவதாக, மதுரை ஆரப்பாளையத்தில் பிடிபட்டவர்கள் தொடர்பானது. இதில், மதுரை ஆரப்பாளையம் கிராஸ் ரோட்டில் 2020-ல் 11 கஞ்சாவுடன் ஆரப்பாளையம் கண்மாய்கரையைச் சேர்ந்த…

[adamsrcnan]

neil telling andrew he wants to be the type of person that would go back for him after spending his life only looking out for himself and not knowing that in another life if he ended up in the nest he'd be the one person that never leaves jean

[talesof-old]

handle it | a.s., h.l.r., g.c.

pairing(s): poly!batboys x fem!eader

warning(s): 18+, smut, couples arguing, teasing, piv sex, handjobs (f receiving), oral (m receiving), reader has a vagina and is referred to by her/she, reader is called pretty girl, men being annoying and protective/possessive, if you squint there’s wing play, i did not proofread or edit because for some reason this put me in a slump, i think that’s all

word count: 1.7k

a/n: sorry this took me so long i was strugglinggg so it does end kind of abruptly

masterlist

poly!batboys + smut, angst + happy ending

“For the last time, you will not tell me I can’t go.”

Azriel barked a hoarse, humorless laugh, his eyes cold as he looked down at you. Gone were the days of training at Windhaven, children playing war as the world fell apart. No, now Rhys was High Lord, and you were a long way from the mountains you once called home.

“I’m in charge of this mission. What I say goes. And you are not going.”

Throwing your arms up in exasperation, you catch a glimpse of Cassian’s amused expression and Rhysand’s impassive face. They knew better than to get between the two of you. Azriel’s barely contained rage that settled just beneath his skin could burn hot at any given moment, and you were a formidable opponent that even your battle seasoned superiors knew better than to rile.

“You’re staying here.”

You whirled around, face nearly coming into contact with Azriel’s hard chest. Your wings flared.

“Rhys has the final say. I’m going.”

Violet eyes flickered between the two of you, one side of his lips quirking up in a smirk as Rhys shrugged. Anger flared in your chest. There was no reason for him not to side with you. You’d proven yourself over and over again, earned your place just as much as they had. It wasn’t fair.

“Rhys, I swear on the Mother-“ Rhys shook his head, silencing Azriel as he moved. Cassian followed after him, both quick to leave you two alone.

“Figure this out between you. We’re not getting involved.”

Azriel’s jaw clenched as the door shut behind them; the silence that followed was deafening. His shadows darted out and away from him, only to return to curl around his body like they couldn’t decide whether to comfort you or their master. It would’ve been comical, really, if Azriel’s sharp eyes weren’t burning holes into your forehead. You fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’ll see you at dinner.” Azriel didn’t say a word as you walked out the room.

Dinner was not a pleasant affair. Mor picked up on the tension between the shadowsinger and you with a simple glance, and it seemed to only agitate you further. Territorial fae bastards, the lot of them.

“We still set for that shopping trip on Saturday?” Mor’s honey voice filled your ears and you allowed yourself to smile. At the end of the table, Azriel sat stiff as a board, barely touching the food on his plate.

“Of course, I still need something for Dawn’s ball.”

She nodded, sipping her wine as she contemplated. You raised a brow. There was something mischievous in her eyes as she spoke next.

“I hear Caius was asking after you.” Shadows exploded across the room, darting out to weave through your hair and urge you towards their source. You narrowed your eyes at Mor who simply threw her head back and laughed. Amren scoffed over her glass.

“Az.” At Rhys’ firm tone, the shadows were reeled back in, and light filled the room once more.

“We’re leaving. I’ll keep you both updated.” A warm hand clasped yours and then all of a sudden you were in Rhys’ bedroom, perched on the edge of his bed. You turned to the partner in question.

What the fuck?

Rhys chuckled in your mind.

I thought you two would’ve sorted this out.

You rolled your eyes at that, turning to flop onto the bed, wings draped over your body. Rhys rested a hand on your lower back, shivers crawling up your spine as he massaged your tailbone.

He’s a possessive prick.

Rhys laughed out loud this time, trailing his hand over your backside. You preened under his touch, twisting to stretch out like a cat and smiling over at him softly. A grunt sounded from behind you. Rhys glanced over, sending an image to you.

Cassian and Azriel (the former having already removed half of his clothes), lip locked and tugging hard at each other’s bodies. Heat pooled in between your thighs and you turned to raise a brow at your companion. He smirked. In a blink, he was hovering over your body, chest pressed against your left side. You tilted your head upwards, pressing your lips against his. He moved slowly, pressing you down as he swiped a tongue over your lips. Rhys’ palm moved to cup your arse, rubbing your clothed cunt against the bulge in his pants. You sighed as you melted into his touch.

A broken moan drew you away from your High Lord.

You turned your head, pupils blown wide with lust as Cassian manhandled Azriel, tugging at his short hair and biting the exposed skin of his neck. Rhys laid back, hauling you up to rest on top of him. He helped you straddle him.

Someone hit the wall behind you, choking on a groan. You grinned as Rhys pulled you into him, licking a stripe up your throat.

“You’re both fully capable of resolving your issues, hm? Isn’t that what you said the last time?” You let out a long suffering sigh and gripped Rhysand’s hair.

“Don’t be a dick.”

He trailed light fingers up your sides, the sensation dulled by the fabrics covering your skin. Teasing touches turned rough as you rolled your hips. You smiled sweetly.

Behind you, the bed dipped as your two lovers joined you.

Cassian’s rough hands gripped your hips, careful of the wings you now arched high. Azriel settled against the pillows next to Rhysand, watching you with half-lidded, dark eyes. You maintained eye contact with the shadowsinger, grabbing Cassian’s hand and slipping it into your loose fitted pants. He cupped your mound, urging you to grind against his palm. You did so, head falling back as the roughness of his skin dragged against your lips and clit. He let you use him, your chest heaving as you rode yourself to climax. Your legs shook, upheld only by Rhys’ hands.

Rhysand took to leaning forward and nipping at the skin of your sensitive neck. He grinned as you keened, cunt clenching onto nothing as you tumbled over the edge. You fell against Cassian as your blood rushed through your ears. He chuckled, ignoring the way you jolted when your wings made contact with his frame.

Your body trembled following your orgasm, blissfully warm but not entirely relaxed. Azriel grunted as Rhys cupped his bulge. Your eyes flashed to his, annoyance still eating at your gut.

“Come on, pretty girl. Don’t be like that.” Cassian mouthed at the juncture of your neck and shoulders, sucking hard. You moaned softly, writhing against him as he massaged your breasts.

“Lovely, isn’t she?” Rhysand’s low voice sounded from beside Azriel. He huffed, abdomen muscles tense as the High Lord slipped a hand into his trousers. He pumped his cock, running a gentle hand over his slit and laughing when he hissed.

“You managed to piss her off pretty bad. Wonder what you’ll have to do to make it up.” Heat rushed to Azriel’s face. You watched with rapt attention, eyelashes fluttering as Cassian stripped you of your top to expose your breasts. You shivered at the sudden chill.

“Will she let you touch her?”

Azriel clenched his hands into fists, all but tucking them underneath his thighs. You giggled. Looks like he wanted to be tested tonight.

“Rhys.” You purred.

He whipped his head towards you at the sound of your voice, his name dripping with lust. You wriggled your ass against Cassian’s dick and tugged on Rhysand’s shirt.

He was on you in an instant, mouth hot against yours as Cassian pulled down your trousers and underwear. He was quick to line himself up your cunt and slowly sink in, leaning forward to press kisses to your upper back as you moaned. Rhys swallowed the sounds all too willingly.

As Cassian bottomed out, Rhys tugged down his own pants, situating himself right by your mouth. You lowered yourself onto your elbows, a soft whine leaving you as the angle changed how deep Cassian was within you. Rhysand grabbed a handful of your hair and guided your mouth to his cock. He grunted when your lips wrapped around the reddening skin.

Cassian pulled half-way out of you, giving an experimental thrust. Your eyes fluttered shut. He was slow with it, setting a lazy pace to keep you from climaxing too soon. You shivered as one of his hands grazed the inner part of your wings. Molten heat burned between your hips.

With a practiced tongue and a few well timed sucks, Rhys was pulsing in your mouth, balls drawn tight. His head was thrown back, moans tumbling from his lips in a way that would’ve had you grinning. Cassian kept his sensual pace.

You hollowed out your cheeks, gagging as Rhysand’s cock hit the back of your throat. He choked on a moan, halfway through cooing at the tears on your cheeks when his orgasm tore through him. He shook; beside him, Azriel trembled with need.

You swallowed his cum greedily, humming. Rhys jerked. You pulled off of him with a pop, grinning like a madman.

“Wicked thing.”

You shrugged, arching your back to meet Cassian’s thrusts. One of his large hands splayed across the bottom of your curved spine, the other coming around your waist to toy with your clit. You spasmed against him.

A low chuckle sounded through the room.

“Be careful tonight, we’ve all got a mission tomorrow.” Even in the midst of your pleasure, your head jerked towards Azriel. He wore an expression half resigned, half lustful. You reached for him with one hand, balancing on your right, fingers trembling. A moment ticked by. He moved, graceful as a panther, and tugged you to him. Cassian groaned as you involuntarily clenched around him. He pulled out of you, letting you splay across the shadowsinger’s front.

“You’re really giving in?”

Azriel’s sigh was answer enough, but he responded with a simple, “Yes.”

You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his chin. The ache between your thighs was desperate for attention, however, so you moved to straddle his hips.

Much to the displeasure of your two other lovers, the words “You’re mine for the rest of the night,” were what left your mouth. Azriel leaned back.

“Show me you can handle it.”

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

All cards on the table.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[mcmeasle]

anyway if you can’t tell what part of the book made the top three moments that destroyed me

[jeanmoreaue]

the fact that nora made Jean gentle at heart is so special to me. despite everything that’s happened to him and although he’s a bit abrasive, he still cleans the damn dishes and puts away leftovers without being asked i love him so much

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Oscar Quesnel is Given New Trial When Plea Changed,” The Porcupine Advance (Timmins). June 4, 1942. Page 2, section 1. --- Didn't Understand What the Charge Was When he Pleaded Guilty Yesterday Morning. --- Oscar Quesnel, living at 31 Main avenue in Timmins, was given a two-year term at a special court hearing yesterday morning on a charge of arson when he pleaded guilty to the charge but the decision was later cancelled when Quesnel informed the magistrate that he didn't know what the charge was all about when he pleaded guilty. Magistrate Atkinson allowed his decision to be cancelled, and ordered a trial for next Tuesday afternoon.

Quesnel first appeared to answer the charge at the Tuesday court and at that time he pleaded not guilty and was prepared to proceed, with the case. However, Crown-Attorney S. A. Caldbick was out of town and it wasn't deemed advisable to proceed without a crown prosecutor. On Wednesday morning the assistant Crown-Attorney Mr. J. A. A. Duranceau, of Cochrane, was obtained and the trial was held.

When the defendant pleaded guilty a brief summary of the evidence was presented by Constable Paul Laperriere, of the Provincial Police, and Mrs. Mageau, owner of the barn at Sandy Falls that was demolished by fire.

[cheerupqueerup]

AFTG new bonus chapters moodboard

[kotofeden]

I was reading excellent narumitsu fic (not safe for Tumblr, mind you) where Wright calls Edgeworth "buddy" after se×. My friend said something like "well, good thing that he didn't call him pal"

And I said " and then Gumshoe jumps out of the vent and says "HEY HEY, SAYING 'PAL' IS *MY* ENDEARING CHARACTER TRAIT" - he just spawns in their bedroom after being like "O, Mr Edgeworth, sir, didn't notice you here, are you two wrestling or smth?" "Who's winning "

aND THEN, THIS MONSTROSITY COMES TO LIFE

Tbh, he would

[dropoutconfessions]

I am so frustrated by the fandom’s constant misogynoir directed towards Aabria. I truly think she is the best storyteller by miles, and when I come to spaces to express my genuine excitement and love for her campaigns, I keep seeing nitpicking that never happens to Brennan or any of the white players. (Her DM style is unique, notice I said storyteller not DM, because I think what you look for in a DM comes down to preference.) I am so grateful for her seasons, and the way she challenges my thinking in unique and beautiful ways. I just really feel like this community should be able to do better, and I think Brennan and the white players would want us to do better too.

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[surielstea]

Trick or Treat

Selected: Treat

Pairings: Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, Eris, and Lucien x Fem!Reader (Separately)

Summary: A series of SFW one shots all pertaining to a very cozy Halloween.

Warnings: None. All fluffy goodness!

Rhysand

"Come on, all the candy is gonna be gone!" Nyx's voice rang through the house, his little legs bounding down the hallway as I tried my best to finish zipping up his costume. At four years old, my son was bursting with excitement to finally go trick-or-treating. The big event had been all he could talk about for weeks.

"Hold still, sweetheart," I said gently, trying not to laugh as Nyx wriggled, barely containing his energy. He was dressed as a tiny bat, his little wings on his back fluttering as he moved. His eyes, the same color as mine, shone with uncontrollable excitement.

"I am holding still." he declared, though he was clearly doing the exact opposite. "We have to go get candy, Momma!"

I smiled, managing to get the zipper up at last. "There we go, all done. Now go show your father how handsome you look."

With a squeal of excitement, Nyx darted out of the room, his wings flapping, propelling him slightly as he raced toward Rhysand, who was waiting at the front door.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror for a final check of my own costume—a black cat, with fuzzy ears perched on top of my head and a matching tail pinned to the back of my fighting leathers. Rhys had been insistent that I dressed up, and this was the easiest thing I could come up with.

"Dad, look!" Nyx exclaimed, skidding to a halt in front of Rhys. "I'm a bat!"

Rhys knelt down to his level, his eyes gleaming with pride and affection. "A very scary bat," he said, playing along as he ruffled Nyx's dark hair. "You look perfect."

Nyx beamed, clutching his pumpkin-shaped candy bucket, but Rhys's eyes shifted toward me as I approached, taking in my costume with a smirk. "And you, you look perfect too," he teased, rising to his feet. "I don't know if I'll survive trick-or-treating with such a stunning feline on the prowl."

I rolled my eyes playfully, but my heart fluttered at the way Rhys was looking at me. "Don't forget the scary bat that's going to protect us," I said, nodding toward Nyx.

"I'm a very scary bat," Nyx chimed in, his wings flapping as if to prove his point.

"Yes, you are," Rhys agreed, scooping him up with ease and spinning him around, much to Nyx's delight. "The scariest."

Rhys set him back down, offering me his arm as we followed our son out into the crisp autumn evening. "Shall we, darling?"

I slid my arm through his, giving him a soft smile. "We shall."

Halloween was a prized holiday in the night court, aside from solstice, it was the only holiday that truly belonged to us. The streets were alive with children in costumes, laughter, and chatter filling the air as families moved from house to house. Nyx's wings flapped excitedly as he skipped ahead, his small hand occasionally reaching back for ours to guide him along.

"Look, Momma! Pumpkins!" Nyx pointed to a house decorated with glowing jack-o-lanterns, his eyes wide with wonder.

"They're spooky, aren't they?" I asked, squeezing his hand as we made our way up the path to the front door.

Nyx nodded eagerly, still staring at them as he rang the doorbell. The door creaked open, revealing an older woman with a smile on her face.

"Well, aren't you the cutest bat I've ever seen," she exclaimed.

Nyx puffed out his chest proudly. "Trick or treat!"

She dropped a few pieces of candy into his bucket, and he grinned up at her. "Thank you," He said with a wild grin, not noticing the way the older female now stared at me and Rhys in shock, the High Lord and Lady on her doorstep.

"C'mon, we've got more houses," Rhys said, grabbing Nyx's hand, either he didn't notice either or he was too unbothered to care.

As we walked back down the path, Nyx peeked into his bucket, clearly pleased with his growing candy collection. "This is the best night ever!" he declared.

Rhys chuckled, slipping his arm around my waist as we strolled behind him. "I think he's enjoying this more than I expected."

"I think you're enjoying this more than you expected," I teased, nudging him gently.

He raised a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "What gave me away?"

"The way you keep sneaking glances at him like he's the only person in the world," I replied softly, my heart swelling as I watched Rhys's gaze soften again.

"Well," Rhys said, his voice warm and intimate, "He's one of the best things that's ever happened to me."

I leaned into him, my heart full. "And the other?"

Rhys glanced down at me, his violet eyes sparkling in the fading light. "You, of course. Though I have to admit," he added, slipping his hand lower, his fingers toying with the tail of my costume, "this might be my favorite version of you yet."

I gave him a playful swat, though I couldn't suppress the grin spreading across my face. "Behave yourself. We've got a little bat to take care of."

On queue, Nyx turned around with a spring in his step. "Come on, more houses!"

We continued through the neighborhood, stopping at each house as Nyx eagerly rang doorbells, shouted his "trick or treat," and ran back to us with his ever-growing stash of candy. At one point, he paused, looking up at me with wide eyes.

"Momma, can we eat some now?" he asked, holding up a candy bar.

"Not yet, sweetheart," I said, kneeling down to his level. "Let's wait until we get home. Then we can all have some together, okay?"

Nyx pouted for a moment but quickly brightened when Rhys chimed in, "I'll make us some hot chocolate to go with it."

"Hot chocolate and candy?" Nyx's eyes lit up. "That sounds yummy!" It sounded like a sugar high that would have him bouncing off the walls.

We finally made our way to the final house, but by the time we reached the doorstep, Nyx's wings were drooping a little, Rhys using his magic to ensure they didn't drag on the ground, the boy's energy starting to wane after the excitement of the evening.

Rhys glanced at me, a knowing smile on his lips. "I think our little bat is running out of steam."

I chuckled tiredly. "It's about time."

Nyx rang the doorbell one last time, his voice quieter now as he called out his trick-or-treat. The male at the door smiled, dropping the last handful of candy in her bowl, into his bucket.

"Thank you," Nyx said, his voice sleepy but happy nonetheless.

As we turned to head home, I could feel Rhys's hand slide into mine, his fingers warm and reassuring. "You know," he said softly, his voice just for me, "I think this is the most perfect night I could have asked for."

I squeezed his hand, leaning my head against his shoulder as we walked. "Me too."

When we arrived back at the house, Nyx was barely awake, his candy bucket clutched tightly in his small hands. Rhys scooped him up, carrying him inside as I held the door open.

"I think someone needs to go to bed," I said, smiling down at our son as his eyelids fluttered.

"But, hot chocolate," Nyx mumbled, already half asleep.

Rhys chuckled, pressing a kiss to Nyx's forehead. "Maybe tomorrow, little bat."

We tucked Nyx into bed, his costume still on as he snuggled into his blankets. As I brushed a kiss against his forehead, I whispered, "Sweet dreams, my love."

Azriel

The cool autumn air nipped at my cheeks as I glanced around the yard, admiring the cascade of orange and yellow leaves fluttering in the breeze. A blanket of fallen leaves covered the grass, and the pumpkins scattered across the porch stood out like bright little beacons of autumn.

Today was pumpkin carving day—a long-awaited tradition for me, and a newly introduced one for Azriel.

I eyed him from where I sat, sitting cross-legged on the porch steps, my tools laid out beside me. Azriel was already at work on his pumpkin, and to my utter amusement, he'd chosen a tool I hadn't expected: Truth Teller.

The revered blade gleamed in the waning light, slicing into the pumpkin's tough skin with effortless precision. I had to bite my lip to stifle my laughter as I watched the way he wielded it with all the seriousness of a seasoned warrior. Carving pumpkins with a sacred blade? Of course, Azriel would make even this casual activity into an art form.

"Are you sure you want to use that?" I asked, grinning as I gestured to Truth Teller. "I don't think the pumpkin is a worthy opponent."

Azriel glanced up, his golden eyes crinkling with amusement. "It's handling the job just fine."

I couldn't help but snicker. "Are you going to take it into battle next? I can see it now—Azriel, the Pumpkin Slayer."

He paused, tilting his head as if considering the idea. "It would certainly be a new addition to my title."

"The Spymaster with a penchant for gourd warfare?" I teased, wiping a bit of pumpkin guts off my hands. "Sounds very intimidating."

"Don't mock the artistry, love," he said with a smirk, twirling Truth Teller in his hand before driving it back into the pumpkin with a flourish. "This requires precision."

"Oh, I can see that," I agreed, my eyes drifting to the intricate pattern he was already working on. "But why not use, I don't know, an actual pumpkin carving knife?"

"Where's the challenge in that?" he replied his voice light but laced with that cool, unwavering confidence he always had.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "I think you're overcomplicating things."

Azriel just raised an eyebrow at me before returning to his masterpiece. Despite my playful banter, I had to admit his carving was impressive—lines smooth and clean, the pumpkin yielding to his every cut as if it knew better than to resist.

I dug into my own pumpkin with the decidedly less sacred and far more ordinary knife I had in hand. "So, are you going for something spooky? Classic jack-o'-lantern?"

Azriel hesitated for a moment, his fingers still wrapped around Truth Teller's hilt. "I haven't decided yet. What do you think?"

I pretended to ponder it seriously, tapping my chin. "What about the night sky?" I suggest. "Moons, stars, the whole shebang."

"The night sky?" His lips twitched in amusement.

"Yeah, it's shadowy and brooding—just like you."

His laugh was soft, the sound warming me from the inside out. "I'm not that brooding."

"Mhmm." I shot him a playful look, wiping my hands on a towel. "I'll believe that when you wear something other than black."

He shook his head, the smallest of smiles playing at the corner of his mouth. "I'll consider it. When you stop insisting on decorating everything in orange."

I gasped dramatically, placing a hand over my heart. "Orange is the essence of fall. It's a tradition."

"Tradition or not, our entire living room looks like it's been overtaken by pumpkins and leaves."

"Well, it's either that or I break out the glitter for winter," I warned, smirking as I saw him visibly flinch at the word "glitter."

"No glitter," he said quickly, the mirth in his voice unmistakable. "Anything but that."

"Then you'll endure the pumpkins," I said sweetly, before turning back to my carving. "Besides, I happen to think they look adorable."

Azriel said nothing, but when I glanced over, I caught him watching me—his eyes warm, his usual guarded expression softened by the easy comfort we'd found in each other. There was something about these quiet moments with him, something grounding about the way we could tease and laugh and exist together, free of the weight that usually clung to him.

"You're staring," I teased softly, meeting his gaze.

"I can't help it," he murmured, his voice dropping to that hushed tone that sent shivers down my spine. "You're beautiful."

My cheeks warmed, and I nudged a piece of pumpkin in his direction to cover my flustered smile. "Flattery won't distract me from the fact that you're taking forever to carve your pumpkin."

"Perfection takes time," he said with mock solemnity, earning a giggle from me.

"So modest, too," I quipped.

Cassian

The glow from the TV casts eerie shadows on the walls, and I already regret my decision to let Cassian pick the movie. I clutch the edge of the blanket, biting my lip as the creepy soundtrack builds up.

"You're not scared, are you?" Cassian's deep voice rumbles next to me, amusement clear in his tone. His arm rests lazily across the back of the couch, but I can feel the heat of his body beside mine.

I scoff, trying to appear unbothered. "Please. It's just a movie." My voice is steady, but my heart isn't. Not when there's a shadowy figure creeping across the screen, ready to jump out and—

I yelp as the creature lunges, squeezing my eyes shut and instinctively burrowing into Cassian's chest, which rumbles with a low chuckle, and I feel his arm tighten around me, pulling me closer.

"Uh-huh," he teases, his lips quirking up in a smirk I can practically feel. "You sure you're not scared?"

I peek up at him, glaring. "I'm not," I protest weakly, though my body betrays me by staying firmly pressed against his side.

Cassian shifts, wrapping his arm fully around my shoulders, his other hand settling on my knee as he pulls the blanket over both of us. "If you say so," he murmurs, his voice soft now, but there's still that teasing lilt.

The movie continues, and every jump scare has me sinking deeper into Cassian's hold, my fingers clutching his shirt. He doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he seems to enjoy it a little too much, his thumb drawing lazy circles on my shoulder, grounding me in a way that distracts me from the terror on the screen.

"You're so cute in my arms like this," he whispers in my ear after another jump scare, his breath hot against my skin.

"Shut up," I grumble, though I can't help the warmth spreading through my chest at the sound of his teasing.

He grins, clearly enjoying himself. "You know, I could turn it off if it's too much for you," he offers, though we both know he's only half-serious.

"No way," I say stubbornly, forcing myself to focus on the screen again. "I can handle it."

Cassian chuckles, shifting us so that I'm practically curled up in his lap now. "Sure you can, sweetheart. But I'll keep you safe. Promise."

His words send a different kind of shiver through me, and I lean into him more, letting his warmth chase away the fear. Maybe scary movies aren't so bad—if it means I get to stay in Cassian's arms like this.

Eris Vanserra

The meadow stretched wide before me, its golden grasses swaying in the crisp autumn breeze. The trees on the outskirts were ablaze with hues of orange, red, and yellow, their leaves tumbling through the air like a promise of something magical. I breathed in the scent of damp earth and the unmistakable fragrance of apples that wafted from the orchard in the distance. It was a perfect autumn day.

But nothing compared to the sight of Eris Vanserra.

He sat atop his white stallion with the kind of grace and confidence only he could command, his billowy shirt rippling in the wind. The fabric, loose and white, tugged at his broad chest and arms as he adjusted his hold on the reins, the tall riding boots fitted perfectly to his legs. His red-gold hair, untamed and flowing like wildfire, caught the light, making him look every bit the regal and untouchable prince of autumn.

"You're staring," he said, a sly grin creeping up his face as his sharp eyes caught mine.

"Can you blame me?" I shot back, trying to sound more confident than I felt. The truth was, no matter how many times I saw him like this—so effortlessly captivating—my heart still skipped a beat.

With a quick click of his tongue, Eris urged his stallion forward. The rhythm of the horses' hooves on the forest floor is soothing, and soon, the world falls away, leaving just the two of us wrapped in the embrace of autumn.

"I think you love this time of year more than I do," Eris teases, his voice carrying through the wind.

"I just like seeing you in your element," I say, smiling softly. "You belong here."

Eris looks over at me, a tendril of fire curling around my wrist, up my arm. "I belong with you," he murmurs, his voice low and full of warmth as he looks back to where his horse was leading him.

My heart flutters, even though I know how busy he is, and how much responsibility weighs on his shoulders as the heir to the Autumn Court, he never fails to remind me that I am his constant, his sanctuary.

We ride in comfortable silence for a while, letting the serenity of the forest envelop us. The trees around us seem to glow under the setting sun, their leaves casting a golden light across our path. The smell of damp earth and pine fills the air, and I close my eyes for a moment, soaking it all in.

"Look," Eris says softly, and I open my eyes to see him gesturing toward a small grove of apple trees, their branches heavy with ripe fruit. I smile at the sight.

Without hesitation, we guide our horses toward the grove. Eris dismounts first, his movements swift and effortless, and then offers me a hand as I climb down from my mare. His touch lingers for just a second longer than necessary, his fingers trailing down my arm the way his fire had before he lets go. I step closer to one of the trees, reaching up to pluck an apple from the branch. It's cool in my hand, its skin glossy under the fading light.

"I remember the first time you took me apple picking," I say, biting into the fruit, its sweet juice spilling over my lips. "You were so serious about it," I mumble through a mouthful

Eris chuckles, leaning closer and wiping the juice from the apple off my chin, watching me with that familiar look of amusement. "It's tradition," he says, his voice rich with nostalgia. "And I wanted you to enjoy every part of it."

"Well, you certainly made it memorable," I reply, staring up at him with a love-sick kind of smile. "Especially when you tried to out-pick me."

"I wasn't about to lose to you," he says, crossing his arms with a smirk. "Even if you were unfairly distracting."

I roll my eyes, stepping closer to him. "You're lucky I love you."

"Very lucky, indeed." He tilts his head down at me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, then cradling my jaw with a reverent touch.

I rise onto my toes and place a gentle kiss on his lips, one of my hands on his chest for support. A warmth settles over me that has nothing to do with the setting sun. It's the kind of warmth that only Eris ever made me feel, and that warmth didn't so much as flicker as a cold breeze breezed past us.

Lucien Vanserra

I had just slid the last tray of buttery pastries from the oven when the bell over the bakery door chimed, letting in the cool autumn breeze. I didn't need to look up to know who it was, Lucien always carried that earthy, slightly smoky scent no matter where he ventured.

"Evening, love," My mate said whilst hanging up his coat.

"Hi Honey," I smiled up at him while taking my oven mitts off and tossing them onto the counter.

It was late, shopkeepers closing up for the night and silently making their way home on the cobblestones of Velaris. Tomorrow was the debut of my Autumn Menu that I had been developing and revising for the past few months, I had been so stressed about getting everything together that I had completely forgotten about me and Lucien's date night last week, he had told me it was fine, that I shouldn't be worried about him when I was so busy with the bakery, so this was a compromise, I could finish the pastries while Lucien kept me company—and as my official taste tester.

Lucien leaned against the counter, watching me intently as I arranged the freshly baked pastries on a display tray. His golden eye gleamed in the warm glow of the bakery lights, and he was as familiar in my little shop as the scent of vanilla and caramelized sugar. He reached for one of the pastries, his fingers hovering over the flakiest, most tempting treat of the batch, but I swatted his hand away with a laugh.

"No," I teased, drawing the word out and raising a brow. "They just came out, they're too hot."

He frowned, feigning an expression of utter betrayal. "Fire runs in my veins, I think I can handle it." He smirked. "But you already know that, don't you?" He added in a tone that made my heart flutter and my eyes roll.

The humor faded, replaced by a soft sincerity that warmed me more than the oven ever could. "I've missed this—just us here, the world quiet outside." He confessed.

I finished arranging the pastries and brushed the flour off my hands before sliding around the counter to stand in front of him. "Me too," I murmured. "It's been such a crazy week. But I couldn't do this without you." I say as I watch him push off the counter, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me into a warm embrace. For a moment, I just melted into him, letting myself relax for the first time in what felt like days. "I'm proud of you," he said softly, his voice a comforting rumble against my ear. "Tomorrow, everyone in Velaris will be lining up to try your autumn creations, and they'll be back every week until the trays are empty. I can feel it."

I couldn't help but smile, drawing strength from his confidence. Lucien always had a way of grounding me, reminding me why I loved what I did, even when the pressure was high. I tipped my head back to look at him, brushing a kiss along his jaw. "Thanks, Lu. But you know," I added with a mischievous grin, "if you're so set on getting a taste, I suppose I could make a little exception."

His eyes lit up as I turned back toward the tray, picking the perfect pastry. I held it up to his lips, watching as he took a careful bite, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored it.

When he opened them again, a look of pure bliss had settled over his face. "Amazing," he declared. "Absolutely perfect."

I felt a sense of relief and joy bubble up within me. "Really?"

"Really," he assured me, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to my lips. I tasted the buttery, delicate sweetness of the pastry mingled with his warmth, and my heart gave a little flutter. It was moments like these that reminded me how grateful I was to have him as my mate, my support, my everything.

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[dayurno]

thinking about nest trio dynamics makes me so insane because what do you mean the first thing riko said to kevin at kathy’s show was “you’ve gained weight.” what do you mean in older drafts kevin’s hair was long because riko liked it that way. what do you mean riko’s final straw to hurt kevin permanently was because kevin and jean spoke french to each other. what do you MEAN jean was forced to be in kevin’s shoes when kevin left but he was never expected to be as close to riko as kevin was. literal deadbeat husband (riko) attic wife (kevin) and family dog (jean) dynamics. fascinating and definitely freudian