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The Doctor's Sister 🩶 | Charlie Swan Imagine

Takes place during Twilight: Eclipse & Breaking Dawn P.1

Twilight Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Charlie Swan x female!vampire!reader (romantic), Bella Swan x Edward Cullen, Edward Cullen x reader (platonic), Bella Swan x reader (platonic)

Content warnings: fluff, flirtatious banter, slight canon divergence | female reader (she/her) | wc: 2.9k

requested 📥 yes/no

Premise: It was supposed to be a quick trip in-n-out of the house to pack for her weekend excursion at the Cullen residence, but when Bella gets sidetracked talking to her dad, it results in Charlie being introduced to a member of the Cullen family who's a sight for sore eyes and a silver tongue.

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“Give me five minutes,” Bella climbed the steps of her home, shooting a glance to the person over her shoulder, “I need to grab a few things and let my dad know I’m not being kidnapped…or skipping town again.” Without waiting for their reply, Bella entered the house and shouted for Charlie.

“In here!” he called from the kitchen, Bella walking in to find him seated at the table, newspaper in hand as he ate lunch. Out of uniform as it happened to be the rare occasion he got the day off.

“I’m staying over at the Cullens this weekend,” she announced, then quickly added at his taken aback expression, “if that’s alright with you. Alice wants to have a sleepover while the rest of her family is camping.”

Shrugging, not really putting up a fight, Charlie replies, “That’s fine. Is it just you two?” Bella nods, making him hum and visibly pleased. “Cool. Just check in once a day for your old man’s sake.”

“Of course,” with a tight smile, Bella turns on her heel and rushes up the stairs. Packing her Jansport and a duffle bag with clothes, her homework, and toiletries to last till Sunday. Lastly grabbing her journal and copy of Wuthering Heights on her way out.

Setting her bags by the door, she goes back to the kitchen, seeing Charlie’s back to her as he washes the dishes in the sink. “You gonna be okay while I’m gone?”

“Bella, I'm a grown man and know how to take care of myself. Go, have fun with your friend.”

She bites her lip, shuffling on her feet, “Are you sure you’re fine with me staying over there?”

“You said it’s just you and Alice, I see no reason to think otherwise,” drying his hands with a towel, he turns to face her, slightly shrugging, “she’s a nice girl and--.”

“You like her more than Edward,” She finishes his sentence with a defeated sigh. She’ll never change his mind. And nothing Edward could do will win him Charlie’s favor. It was a losing battle they were fighting.

Walking up to the counter, Bella leaned her back against the surface while keeping her attention on her dad. “I know, I just thought…after what happened last fall…”

“Please, don’t remind me, Bella.”

She flushed again, “I’m sorry. And I know it doesn’t make up for what I did or what part the Cullens’ played in it…but they’re my friends. And Edward is a part of my life, Dad. I’d like for you to find some forgiveness if you can.”

Charlie simply shakes his head, not really believing his next words but saying them for her sake, “You forgave them. I’ll try to. I may not know the whole story but I trust you--well I trust your judgment,” he corrects, narrowing his brows resulting in heat to reach Bella’s cheeks. Reminded of her impulsive trip to Italy.

Which he doesn’t even know the whole story about. Best he didn’t. Some secrets were worth keeping

Speaking of secrets. Bella completely forgot about the person waiting for her outside. Who took it upon herself to interrupt the conversation between father and daughter once her patience began to run thin.

“Bella,” The human swore her heart stopped, snapping her head to the entrance of the kitchen to find the source of the voice leaning against the doorframe with a mischievous smirk. Obvious delight in her eyes which were obscured by the tinted round sunglasses she wore. Charlie, also surprised by the sudden interruption--of a stranger no less in his house, spun around with wide eyes, immediately becoming flustered. “You didn’t say your father was so handsome.”

The sound Charlie choked on caused the woman’s smirk to widen. Bella shooting a, ‘what the hell?’ look, before saying, “I told you I’d be right out.”

“You said five minutes,” barely glancing at her watch, her tone shifted to mock annoyance. “It’s been six. Now, aren’t you going to introduce me? It’s been so long since this town has had anyone that’s a sight for sore eyes.”

Rolling her eyes, Bella waved a hand and turned to Charlie with apologetic eyes, who was perplexed, flushed by her flirtation, and awaiting an explanation. “Dad, this is Y/n Cullen. Carlisle’s sister.”

“Sister?” he finally found his voice, shocked by the revelation, yet somehow gathered himself to shake her gloved hand when she presented it. Having not realized she’d pushed off the doorframe and approached the two. “I didn��t know the doctor had a sister.”

“Oh,” she removed her sunglasses, revealing golden eyes. The same stunning color of her family. “Forgive my little brother.” Little was really pushing it. Carlisle had over 200 years on Y/n, but she was physically older having been transformed in her early to mid 30s. “We haven’t seen each other in years. Plus he’s too busy saving lives and raising children. I wouldn’t put it past the small detail being omitted, not to mention I’m rarely in the country to check in.”

Charlie, a little unsettled by her nonchalant way of saying the two were estranged, says, “What brings you back to town? Bella mentioned the Cullens were going camping.”

‘Oh you know, just preparing to fight against an army of newborn vampires to repay a debt owed to my dear brother and nephew after they killed my former lover who tried to kill me.’

“Yes, we leave this afternoon for the mountains,” Y/n smiles, still thinking about what awaits them in the days to come. “I’m not one for camping, but it’ll be nice to spend some time with my brother and the family after so many years abroad. And to answer your question, I came back home for Edward, Alice and Jasper’s graduation.”

“Y/n arrived last month and will be staying for a few weeks.” Bella interjected, trying to hide the stress in her voice. “But we met last summer.” The woman smirked, bringing a finger to her lips as the memory of their first meeting flashed in her mind. Where Y/n mistaken Bella for a stray human and Edward had to tackle her away, leaving poor Bella partially traumatized. Ever since then the two have developed a sisterly/aunt-niece relationship.

“Total misunderstanding,” Y/n waved a hand, winking at the man and ignoring the warning look she was receiving from Bella. “I had one too many that night and may have said or done some things I’m not proud of. Especially for a first meeting. But Bella here is an angel, and luckily there were no hard feelings. Am I right?” Bella just sent a thumbs up, willing the conversation to end and save her father from Y/n’s antics.

“Well we’re gonna go,” Bella leans to give Charlie a kiss on the cheek, gesturing for Y/n to start walking to the door. “Don’t want to keep Alice waiting before she decides to hunt us down.”

Y/n, humored by the girl and loving the way she and her father get easily flustered, goes, “Oh alright. Charlie, it was a pleasure to meet you,” while not hiding the way her eyes flicker up and down his body. Lips curling, liking what she saw.

Shaking her hand once more, this time longer and the touch lingering as they let go, Charlie smiles, “You as well, Y/n.”

“While I’m in town I could use a tour guide. It’s been ages as I’ve said since I’ve been in Forks and would love to know what all the hot spots are. As the chief of police,” her white teeth flash, nearly blinding the humans by their brightness, “care to show a lady around town?”

Desperately trying to not become red as a tomato, Charlie holds himself together and accepts the offer, “I’d be honored to.”

It’d been years since he caught the attention of a woman. The last date he went on was probably before Bella moved in. Or longer than that with how busy work had been. Now here he was with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, in his kitchen, chatting him up and not afraid to show her attraction.

“Wonderful,” Y/n mentally laughs at the exasperated reaction by Bella. Focusing on the handsome man in front of her. “I’ll be in touch.” Sending one last wink, Y/n turns on her heel and exits the kitchen. Bella follows her out, but not before giving one last apologetic glance to her father and grabs her bags as the two leave the house.

“Did you really have to do that?”

“What?” Y/n laughs/scoffs, moving to the driver’s side of her classic Ford Mustang. Bella putting her bags in the front seat while tsking. “Can’t a lady flirt and have some fun without being judged for once in her life.”

“I don’t care who you flirt with, Y/n. I’m not like Carlisle or Edward,” Bella buckles in, hearing the roar of the engine fill her ears. Letting her hands fall to her lap, she turns to the vampire with pleading eyes. “But he’s my dad. And he doesn’t know about anything. So please don’t mess with him--especially when you’re leaving once this is all over.”

“Relax,” Y/n places her sunglasses back on the bridge of her nose, leaning against the smooth leather of the seat. “I’m not going to get tangled with your father. He seems like a good guy. But I’m not kidding when I say he’s a sight for sore eyes.” Bella groans, igniting a laugh from the vampire. “Listen I’ve been around the world and this town takes the cake for the blandest looking men I’ve ever seen. The women are gorgeous and can do way better than what they’re given. But damn,” a low whistle leaves her lips.

Bella groans again, rubbing her temple, “Okay I get it. You think my dad is attractive. Now can we please go?”

With one last obnoxious laugh, Y/n steps on the gas and drives them away from the house. Blasting Price’s ‘Let’s Go Crazy,’ for all ears to hear. To which Y/n casually drops that she partied with Prince back in the 80s. And while Bella tried to assure herself Y/n would adhere to her promise not to mess with Charlie, she couldn’t help but think of the way her father lit up during that short encounter. Like he was mesmerized.

Something she hadn’t seen from him in years.

August 13th

The reception was in full swing. Bella held tight to Edward’s hand as he led them around to greet the guests. Alice had really gone all out on the perfect ceremony followed by the perfect party. Of course she had help from Rosalie and Y/n, who ended up staying after the newborn army ordeal once Edward and Bella announced their engagement. A decision which surprised everyone, but Carlisle the most.

And Bella had a tiny inkling the reason involved the person she was approaching the couple with.

“Well I gotta say,” Charlie began, beer in one hand and the other holding Y/n’s. Both wearing matching smiles. “Alice sure knows how to throw a party.” Edward chuckled, pulling Bella closer to him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“I agree.”

“That’s the last time I’ll ever put my two cents in when it comes to planning an event,” Y/n comments, leaning into Charlie’s side. Her purple satin dress complimenting his dapper tuxedo. “Felt like I was going to lose my mind.”

“Thank you, Y/n, for everything. I know going head-to-head with Alice is a tough battle,” Bella teases, causing the woman to playfully gasp and the two men grinning. The sight of her father looking happy brought a smile to Bella’s lips, beaming at the way he looked ten years younger. All the usual stress and tiredness in his features disappearing.

After the battle in June, Charlie held his promise to show Y/n around town. Then the meetings continued. And when Y/n planned to leave Forks, her debt to the family paid, she suddenly announced she was renting a small home on the outskirts of town, leaving the number to a landline phone she installed.

“Carlisle, I love you. And I love this family like they are my blood one,” she said to him on her way out of the Cullen home, the older vampire following her with a million questions. “But I'd rather get my head ripped off by Aro than live under the same roof as you and your heathens you call teenagers. Trouble seems to follow you lot, and I do not wish the same for me. So,” patting his cheek like a sister would a brother, Y/n blows a kiss and scurries off, “call me if you need or drop by…but I can’t assure I’ll be of service.”

Yeah, it wasn’t long before they found out from Alice’s visions Y/n was seeing Charlie Swan. Not to mention Bella came home to Y/n’s Mustang in their driveway. Where she walked in to find Y/n pretending to enjoy a cup of coffee while she and Charlie discussed Italian history.

Two months later, the two have officially entered a relationship. Bella was initially reluctant to accept it, but upon seeing their interactions, and the obvious affection they shared, she knew it would be wrong to come in between their happiness.

And it would also make her a hypocrite if we’re being real.

“Is it like us?” she asked Edward one night, cuddling him in her bed while Charlie sleeps down the hall. “In Italy, Aro said my blood sings to you. Does his sing to her?” She felt him shake his head.

“What we have is rare. Most vampires never meet their blood singer--and in some cases become so overwhelmed by the scent they end up killing them.” Bella shivers, recalling the time Edward told the story of Emmett killing his blood singer. “But the feelings my aunt shares toward your dad is like the rest of my family. What Carlisle felt when he met Esme. Why Rosalie begged him to change Emmett when she found him. Why Alice waited decades at the restaurant for Jasper.”

She understood where he was going. Realizing the extent of Y/n’s fondness for Charlie. The sparks that collided in their first meeting and continued with each encounter.

But Bella made Y/n swear to her she’d come clean to Charlie before the year was over. Figuring out the next step though….that was a conversation for another day.

“Well we wanted to offer our congratulations,” Charlie’s voice pulled Bella out of her thoughts, bringing her back to the present. “We know a lot of people wish to do the same, so we won’t hold you up.”

“Thank you, dad,” Bella let go of her husband to embrace her father, moving to Y/n to do the same while Edward shook Charlie’s hand. “And thank you, Y/n.”

“Of course. It’s not every day your favorite nephew gets married.”

“Don’t let Emmett hear that,” Edward jokes, smirking when he hears his brother’s thought from across the dance floor, ‘I heard that!!’

At that moment the beat of TLC’s ‘Baby-Baby-Baby’ starts to play, prompting Y/n to tug on Charlie’s hand. “Now this is my song. C’mon doll face, let’s show them how it’s done.” Flushing red, Charlie downs the rest of his beer, handing the empty glass to Edward--who winks at him while Bella holds back a giggle, and follows his girlfriend to the dance floor. Joining Carlisle and Esme, and Billy and Sue.

“You know,” Edward leans down to whisper, grinning as he takes in the scene of his aunt and Bella’s father dancing. “I would’ve never guessed your dad would be the one to ground the infamous Y/n Cullen.”

“Baby, baby, baby

I got so much love in me

Oh baby, baby

Baby, baby, baby

'Cause if you gonna get me off

You got to love me deep”

Tilting her head back with laughter, Bella nuzzles into his touch, admiring the scene as well when she brings her gaze down again. “I never thought I’d see the day Charlie Swan gets sweeped off his feet. By the Doctor’s sister nonetheless.”

“Baby, baby, baby

I got so much love in me

Oh baby, baby

Baby, baby, baby

'Cause if you gonna get me off

You got to love me deep”

Chuckling, Edward leans his head on hers, “They make a good pair. Don’t they?”

She agrees with a hum, “They do.” Bella adjusts their position, so they are now facing each other on the dance floor, swaying to TLC like everyone else. Mouthing along to the words and at one point meeting Y/n’s eyes. The two share a wholesome look, igniting a loving wink from the vampire to the human girl's nod of respect.

“I can have any man that I want to

Time and place that I choose to

But I think you know that I would rather be here with you, yeah.”

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dollietes · 1 year ago

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໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა mimi’s fic recs !

in summary these are my fav fics that i’ve read recently and are living within the depths of my brain. this is just a way for my to show appreciation for the writers who had written them <3 please support their blogs and check out their other works as well!

please minors dni with the smut works. respect writers and their boundaries!!

f :: fluff / a :: angst / s :: smut

pretty girls make graves by @ijtaimes f

OBSESSED with this series!! the blend of the summer camp setting, the love triangle story, and the clever incorporation of horror elements?@)2)2) and the interactive storytelling it has with the outfit choices and other general choices?? ivy, cousin i love you and your sexy brain. i can’t get enough of it actually!

two peculiar swans by @astralnymphh f / s

WHEN I TELL YOU ALL I RAN LIKE THREE LAPS AND SAT IMMEDIATELY WHEN I SAW IT WAS POSTED. the writinggg!! so top tier! the dialogue, inner monologue how the story just flows so seamlessly?? i’m so excited for the rest of this series bro like aestra ate😋 HYPE IT UP YALL!!

loser!abby by @abbyscherry s

when i tell you all i profusely **** and ***** while reading both of the loser!abby works. like if i speak I would be deemed as insane, a mad woman it’s crazy. read them like bedtime stories before bed😭

cowboy!ellie + this by @catfern s

SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWGIRL! COWBOY!ELLIE NATION RISEEEEE. these hcs had me foaming t the mouth like i need someone to hold me back before I ramble about how much I love these hcs and eat them up and will continue to eat up anything cowboy!ellie 😋

in for it by @brackishkittie s

ONE WORD. DIVINE. DELICIOUS. SCRUMPTIOUS. i could not stop smiling like a school girl while reading this it’s embarrassing actually. also vivian’s smau’s >>>> got me into the fandom actually

rockstar!ellie + this by @phantombriide s

i could write a thesis about how much i love this and rockstar!ellie works. like this is what i breathe, i eat, i consume everyday. it is the mantra i read to start my days. my daily reading to begin the day. god bless.

academic rival!abby by @beforeimdeceased f / s

ACADEMIC RIVALS CLENCHES FISTS. RAHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE ITTTTT. every bit of this series had me craving for more oml. like i need academic!rival abby in my bed immediately!

being pregnant with wife!abby by @bayasdulce f

baby fever has hit me once again what can i say?😞 I need wife!abby to take care of me so bad it’s getting sad at this point. I just this broke me down and worsened my baby fever (had me making a pinterest board and everything goodbye😞😞)

neighbour!ellie + this by @loaksky s / f

NEIGHBOUR!ELLIE NEIGHBOUR!ELLIE NEIGHBOUR!ELLIE MY FAV FAV FAV! i remember the influx of them on my dash and trust i was eating good 🍽️ both parts had me folding, giggling, smiling, swinging my feet everything and everything.

try it on by @moncherellie s

another work that got me into the fandom!! I remember reading this for the first time and hiding my face and giggling into my pillow and the audios lord i felt so giddy that night lmao😭

doctor!abby texts by @eightstarr f

doctor!abby has me in a chokehold like that’s my wife and mother of our three children everyone can leave pls and thanks😁 and i mean that with my whole chest. those texts are actual REAL evidence of what our convos look like you all can move (im joking pls don’t take what I’m saying seriously😭) I just am in love with everything zoe puts out because it’s so good and so dear and special to me

cutty love by @totheblood f

anything star puts out tbh >>>>> absolutely in love with cutty love actually! I am a whore for any fluff and PINNING (GIVE IT TEW ME). this is just so soft and sweet and it’s everything I need like uggggh. the audios too just chefs kiss love everything about it!

streamer!ellie hcs by @inf3ct3dd f

SIERRA’S HCS 🔛🔝 SO GOOD EATS EVERYTIME YALL like gen they all have made their home in my brain and I can’t go to bed without at least reading one of them before i hit the hay.

knight!ellie by @heavenbloom f

FIRSTLY written so beautifully?&* i love everything about this and i tend to go back to this work when I’m in need of a fluff fix! I absolutely adore how everything is written yes I’m reiterating my point because ‘green eyes thirsty for the well that was your beauty.’ LIKE WORLD STOP. ARE YOU SEEING THIS?? ‘she was utterly dedicated to you, body and soul, and she would be by your side until her very last breath. it was a fierceness, this love that consumed her, and it was all yours.’ LIKE WTF

partition by @whore4abby s

reserving my *clears throat* thoughts for now but just know * **** **** *** *** ***** **** * **** ***** *********!!! 😁😁😁 everyone should read this ASAP!

sun don’t set by @hier--soir f

another heavenly piece omg!! so in love with the writing in here oh my god. it’s so soft and sweet and it just felt like a warm hug on a cold winters day i just. please read this!!

you love it when i play with you by @ourautumn86 s

i think i like passed out and had three nosebleeds because of this. i think about this more than i should. I think about in the morning, throughout the day and night. my daily read at this point like it’s just sooooo😋😋😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

my love mine all mine by @doepretty f

this one is special to me too like. for one the writing is so beautiful and it made me shed a tear and secondly I melted into a puddle like i want Abby so bad I’m going to be sick.

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sadly-in-active · 7 months ago

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Sorry I didn't see any of your older posts, but what's SilentIvory?

Oh wait I just looked and I realized what it was nvm

But can I get a Silent Salt + Longan Dragon x fragile reader? Could be hcs or a one shot if you like

SilentIvory x Fragile Reader: Cuddle Time!

(Yes this is a ship between Longan and Silent Salt + the reader. Don’t come at me I just really like these two.)

Summary: You, as a fragile and sweet Cookie can’t help but be…cherished? Yes, that would be the word. Cherished by your Dragon and Beast Cookie lovers. It isn’t really that bad, the three of you getting all cozy together. You just have to ignore the fact that they’re both murderers and Longan actually ate Cookies-

TW: Bickering. Old marriage kind shit. Beast x Dragon, and all this is my personal headcanons turned into lil oneshot

The evening was…surprisingly peaceful. Usually there’d be some mumbling and bickering coming from your two partners, Silent Salt and Longan. Despite living with them for quite a while, they always treated you as a child. It was probably because you’ve been known to be frail for your whole life. They treated you like a glass swan, basically. You loved them both, of course…but there were times where you knew you could handle a task and they’d baby you.

You quietly stepped over to the bedroom, where you overheard a little whisper. Longan, you thought, was the one speaking. You knew their voice was that soothing yet intimidating voice, while Silent Salt’s voice was more…quiet, perhaps raspy in a way.

“We should rest. There is no use in arguing.”

“…self-absorbed…nightmare fuel.” Silent Salt had grumbled back, and a scoff came from the dragon.

You noticed that Silent Salt turned their head towards you, seeing you in the doorway and calmly walking over to look at you. Their helmet was off, you noticed. Scars were littered across their face, and their blind eyes softened despite not truly seeing you. After all, their helmet was enchanted, letting the knight see whatever came their way and more. Vulnerable was an understatement when it came to your quiet partner, so you were lucky that they trusted you and Longan enough for them to take away something as precious as sight.

“Ah, our apologies, y/n. Just some bickering, nothing that would concern you.” The dragon murmured, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead before picking you up and taking you to bed. The Ivory Dragon could see your small frown and frustrated look, and they raised a brow in confusion.

“You’re upset. Why is that?” While the dragon was quite the intellectual, they certainly couldn’t process the fact that you were upset about something. It unsettled them, in a way. After all, they were the all-knowing and all-seeing Longan Dragon themself. It frustrates them when something happened without their knowledge of it.

“I just wish that you would both stop treating me as if I’m a child. You know that’s not what I am. I know of the things you’ve done, the cookies you’ve harmed and plan to harm….and I can’t help but feel left out. I wouldn’t mind hearing the two of you bickering. It makes me smile. I’ve had a few petty comments about you myself.”

“…” Silent Salt’s ears practically perked up, and they started to walk over to you and Longan, before reaching out for your face. You allowed them to with a soft smile. The knight could practically feel your smile brightening them up, and they smiled back.

“…you’re right, I suppose. Come…time to rest…” murmured the Beast in their raspy tone, eagerly grabbing onto both yours and Longan’s hand and dragging the two of you to bed. Of course, Silent Salt had already gotten used to almost all the rooms within the Lustrous Longan Palace. There was no need to doubt that.

—

As the three of you settled into bed, Silent Salt taking off the last of their armor and changing into more comfortable attire, they walked back to the lavish bed, wrapping their arms around you tightly and pressing little, yet ticklish pecks to your shoulders and cheek. Longan stared at the two of you and couldn’t help but let out a content sigh, before wrapping their much more larger arms around Silent Salt and you, effectively and effortlessly spooning you both.

“You two are like little mice compared to me. It’s amusing, is it not?”

“And what are you, a snake?”

“…don’t compare me to a lowly serpent.”

“But you were practically asking for that.”

“…shush. Rest so we can…argue about it tomorrow.”

#silent salt x reader #silent salt cookie x reader #longan my beloved #longan dragon x reader #silentivory shipping #silentivory #longan dragon x silent salt cookie #crk x reader #cookie run ovenbreak #crk x you

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eremorte · 11 months ago

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thronecoming heritage hall gifts (rewritten)

The Thronecoming heritage hall gifts bug me. Most of them don’t feel like a parent has gifted them. They are so uninspired for the biggest moment in their child’s life.

I’ve listed my replacements below. I’m hoping for the gifts to have a, if had-to-do-it-again-here’s-what-I’d-want vibe.

blondie lockes

OG gift: running shoes

rewritten gift: a new piece of tech that helps her with her mirror cast. A shiny new microphone or even just a cute news reporter accessory that acknowledges her unintended break from destiny (or rather extremely developed hobby/career because her story can be over in like 30 minutes) it also gives off the initial impression that blondie’s story is “just right” the way it is until.. boom! There’s a note.

That mentions that as Goldilocks has reflected on her role and how she regrets hurting the bears the ways she has* and with an extra perceptive daughter like blondie she is sure to find a worthy story (within bounds) that won’t cause baby bear to develop a complex. *insert long list of things here that blondie could comment on in her stead because the story book of legends didn’t write every worthwhile critique of the bear house and the bears despite “forgiving” her won’t let her talk to them about this* and a small comment of how she is super proud about blondie that hopefully eases some of her attention seeking behavior so she’s less of a brat later on.

cerise hood:

OG Gift: picnic basket with an electronic mirror lock.

revised gift: honestly I have no comment. This is a great gift. My only question is how recently the presents are placed in the hall seeing as how that basket spit up a whole bird leg. Maybe it has a special note of the picnic menu they have in celebration once the whole shebang is done.

o hair twins:

OG gift floating hair brushes

rewritten gift given how Rapunzel’s story is that she was locked away her whole life because her bio mom ate a magical plant while pregnant that the witch wasn’t sure of the side effects of and had to lock her away because damn sure bio parents couldn’t do anything if the witch was second guessing herself. What I think should be there are odd bits an bobs function like an Easter egg hunt of a map and post fairytale notes one what they are that Rapunzel is certain her girls can figure out because they have her plant powers (though probably diluted hence the helpful notes incase they have to solve things like their adoptive grandma ).

briar beauty

NOW FOR THE GIRL WHO INSPIRED THIS POST. Her gift makes me so angry. It is the most nothing gift of the whole bunch. You mean to tell me that a hundred year sleep doesn’t come with any regrets at all? Not one thing?

OG gift A neck pillow.

revised gift: A SCRAPBOOK. The first few pages could be filled with pictures of her family. Bonus points if they’re are people Briar wouldn’t have gotten the chance to meet but knows who they are by virtue of her mom. It hits home exactly how big her sacrifice is. Also all the storybook imagery? The intro? Imagine if there was a dark time line where we were being told everything that happen through briar who missed all of it and is trying to piece back something familiar?

either way, mental breakdown and existential crisis guaranteed.

also bonus. It’s totally merchandisable. Half the book mercy was essentially scrapbooks/concept art anyhow.

Cedar wood: revealer rays

it’s a good gift but something she wouldn’t be able to use in her story at all. They are not subtle and most everyone who knows about Cedar knows that Pinocchio didn’t mess up her eyes to the point she’d feasibly need glasses. Revised gift: letters from the blue fairy (well wishes, maybe an helpful hint or two) Gepetto and Pinocchio (things to to try (and not repeat) once she’s no longer wooden and how to lie effectively) I can’t think of a physical possession for Cedar to have. But I feel she’d appreciate these. Maybe a special cricket/donkey whistle?

duchess swan:

no gift shown but what I have in mind is a mix of briar and blondie’s gift.

a collection of letters (written on leaves and paper or something) from both her mom and her bio dad detailing the bitter sweet love in the tragedy to reassure duchess it’s not all bad. And a special pair of dancing shoes for her last night as a human. I imagine this gift would only make duchess mad.

Madeline hatter:

no gift shown and honestly idk what the mad hatter gives his daughter it’s probably perfect. An old hat that looks very normal actually? A crazy new teapot? Who knows?

raven queen:

og gift wand wishing well coin

honestly I want to know the logic behind the wand. Is it a back up battery in case apple thwarts raven through zapping away her powers somehow?

I have multiple suggestions

Something that contains directions to the true SBOL

recipe for the poison apple

something that originally belonged to someone in the Snow White family that she is proud enough to share with her daughter (raven would probably give it back).

*blondie branches out mentions how Goldilocks promised to be a better person.

#ever after high #eah #blondie lockes #briar beauty #cedar wood #cerise hood #duchess swan #holly o'hair #madeline hatter #poppy o'hair #raven queen #thronecoming #eah headcanons #eah parents

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kmomof4 · 1 month ago

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Landing the Proposal: A New Fic A Sequel to Crash Landings

It's time for Winter/Holiday Bingo, and here is my first offering!!!

Landing the Proposal is the sequel to Crash Landings, written two years ago, that you can find here on ao3 and here on Tumblr. It was prompted by a reel @jonesfandomfanatic shared on the CSMM discord back in August. I haven't been able to find the reel again, but it showed an airline pilot encouraging an air traffic controller to propose to his girlfriend, who was on the plane. When I remembered that Killian was an air traffic controller in Crash Landings, I knew I had to write a sequel! Thanks so much for the prompt, Maggie!! I had WAY TOO MUCH FUN writing this!!!!

Also thank you to @jrob64 for beta services and her help with the art and also to @hollyethecurious for continuing the bingo card fun into the Christmas holidays!!

Story Summary: Almost a year and a half after the events of Crash Landings, Killian Jones is ready to propose to Emma.

Rating: G

Words: 1100

Tags: Holiday Bingo Fic, Holiday Fluff, Proposal Fic

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Landing the Proposal

It had been almost a year and a half since that fateful day when Killian Jones helped then ten year old Henry Cassidy land an airplane and he met the love of his life, Henry’s mother, Emma Swan. He knew after their first date that she was the woman for him and in the months since then, he’d fallen deeper and deeper in love with her. Emma and Henry were the most important people in his life and he was more than ready to propose marriage to Emma and join their lives together officially and forever. Until death did they part.

He had everything planned for a romantic dinner with Emma tonight and to go down on one knee at the end of their evening. She was on her way home from New York at the moment on the very plane that Neal was piloting, after picking Henry up from his Christmas visitation with his dad, stepmother, and baby half-brother. Neal had Christmas Day off from his job as a commercial airline pilot, but the blizzard that slammed the city in the early morning hours of the 26th kept the planes from flying until the afternoon of the 27th and every available pilot was called in to play catch up. So instead of Neal having the time to fly Henry home in his personal airplane, like he normally did, Emma came up to New York to fly back home with Henry on the commercial plane Neal was piloting. And since Killian would be there at the airport when they landed, he planned to have a few moments alone with Henry to ask his blessing before he proposed to Emma after dinner.

“You there, Killian?” He heard his name spoken over the radio and he grinned as he recognized Neal’s voice.

“Hey, man,” he replied, quickly. “Yes, I’m here.” He checked his screens and saw that Neal’s plane was about twelve minutes away from landing. “How was the visit?”

“The visit was good,” his friend replied, but he continued on quickly, not letting Killian get a word in edgewise. “I have kind of an important question to ask you.”

His brows furrowed, wondering what Neal might be talking about.

“When are you planning on proposing to Emma?”

Killian had just taken a sip of his coffee and turned his head quickly as he nearly choked on it. It wouldn’t do to spew coffee all over the very expensive radio equipment in front of him.

“I ask because of a conversation Emma, Tink, and I had yesterday before I had to head to the airport. That I’m not supposed to say anything to you about. But, if you have plans to propose, you might need to do it quickly.”

“What do you mean quickly?” Killian asked.

“Well, that’s the part I’m not supposed to say anything about,” Neal said. “Let’s just say, that if you don’t, Emma might have plans of her own.”

Killian’s mind whirled. He knew beyond any doubt that she wouldn’t leave him, but he wouldn’t put it past her at all to deprive him of a dashing proposal by proposing to him, if she thought he was taking too long to do it himself. So he could only conclude that was exactly what she was planning on doing. And if Neal’s urgency was any indication, she probably planned on doing it tonight, if not inside the airport when he met them after they deplaned. So if he was going to do it, now was the time.

“Put me on speaker,” Killian said, firm in his resolution. “On the plane. Put me in front of everybody.”

Killian listened, a wide grin on his lips, as he heard Neal speaking to his passengers.

“Good afternoon, this is your captain speaking. We will be landing at Charleston International in about nine minutes, but before we do, our air traffic controller has a very special message for a very special passenger on this plane.” Neal paused for a moment and Killian could just imagine the glee in his eyes as he continued. “Emma Swan, Killian Jones would like to speak to you.”

“Um, hi, Emma. And Henry,” Killian said, suddenly a little bit nervous to be doing this with an audience of a few hundred people. “I had a whole romantic plan in place for tonight, but a little birdie told me that I needed to get a move on. So, Emma Swan, you are the most beautiful, amazing, brilliant woman I’ve ever met. You are a fantastic mother, friend, and the love of my life. Will you do me the greatest honor and be my wife?”

Killian had to take his earphones away from his ears at the cacophony that erupted inside the airplane and the tower as well. He could hear Neal’s laughter and then Henry’s voice came through the radio.

“Yes, yes, yes, Killian!” he shouted. “Mom is crying in her seat and saying yes, so I ran up here to tell you!”

Killian laughed at Henry’s words and turned to his fellow air traffic controllers who were all cheering and congratulating him on his engagement.

“Thank you for telling me, Henry,” Killian said, his grin threatening to split his face in two. “But you need to get back in your seat so your dad can land the plane.”

“Yes, sir,” Henry replied.

Moments later, Neal’s voice came through the radio once again. “Way to go, man. Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Killian replied. “And thanks for the heads up. It’s not surprising that she’d try to deprive me of a dashing proposal, but I’m glad I got to do it.”

“Me, too,” Neal agreed. “Happy to be of service.”

About twenty minutes later, Killian met Emma and Henry at the baggage claim. Henry ran and jumped in his arms, Killian hugging him tight.

“Do you have the ring with you?” Henry asked, excitedly as Emma approached, a huge smile on her face.

Killian put Henry down on his feet and pulled the ring out of his pocket as he got down on one knee. Emma’s eyes glistened with tears, with one spilling over and rolling down her cheek. Killian opened the box, to reveal a sparkling round diamond solitaire and repeated his question.

“What do you say, Swan?” he asked quietly. “Will you marry me?”

She got down on her knees in front of him in the middle of the bustling terminal and took his face in her hands.

“Yes,” she whispered before he slipped the ring on her finger and she drew him toward her for a kiss, promising forever.

The End

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Thank you for reading and sharing! I'd love to know what you thought! One square down, two to go!

#landing the proposal #winter holiday bingo #krystal writes #sequel to crash landings #art by krystal

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crguang · 7 months ago

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Hi. I hope you don't mind if I send both a FMK some thirst?

For FMK:

Fuck Black Swan: I think she'd be a fanastic lay and, like, look at her splash art and tell me she wouldn't look gorgous with her hair spread out beneath her while you ate her out or pinned her down.

Marry Himeko: She's got those dommy mommy vibes (Though to be fair so does Kafka.) and I think she'd be a very patient, very kind lover. Domestic life with Himeko would be a pleasure. Easily the best lover of the women on this list.

Kill Jingliu: She's kind of awful. Sure the same could be said about Kafka but Kafka at least is implied to be trying to do some good and the game at least has given me reasons to like and care for her. The same can't be said of Jingliu. Easily the least likable of the women on the character list in my opinion. Killing her wouldn't be easily and I'd probably die trying/shortly after but still.

As far prompts/thirst goes imagine Himeko and Black Swan working to give reader a blowjob together. They'd get you so worked up and, well, it's not surprising if one or both of them end up deepthroating you in the end.

me reading this while jingliu’s in my top 3 favourite characters in the game……… if you think kafka generally has good intentions i have some news for you you’re not gonna like🙁 that woman destroyed entire civilizations (two planets. TWO.) and is solely working for her own benefit, what has jingliu done but be a victim?! ‘awful’ is too harsh for my baby i could argue for days about her but i wont… i wont! you don’t have to like her, more for me😋

that said if its between the 3 of them id have the same answers you gave LMFAOOO though with hesitation on the jingliu part because her voice makes me insane and i need her to talk me through it. it’s not a single person in this game who could stop me from having sex with black swan. like she’s the best of both worlds to me cause she’s a switch and im a service top, we would not leave that room until Fuli themself appeared and told her to go back to work. marry hime, my princess, i put her on such a high pedestal if she was real id have the unhealthiest attachment to her. literally the sweetest, most reliable, romantic woman ever. i write about her like im in love with her and i AM. if i kill jingliu it’s in the context of her dying at the hands of someone she loves and not the abundance, with a clear mind and no hatred in her eyes. she deserves peace😞

black swan and himeko… together… i gasped like a nun seeing a girl’s bare shoulders at church. they’d be so teasing about it, especially swan; she makes sure to run her hands all over your body before one of them even dips between your legs and since she’s not human, her palms are the softest you’ll ever experience. she’s not shy about it either, she’s very forward and will playfully brush down the hollow of throat with her fingertips, move across your collarbones and over your bare chest. himeko’s hand rests on your stomach, tracing imaginary shapes into your skin while her lips attach to your neck in nice, gentle kisses. their pace is deliberately slow, torturous, to have you breathing heavier and desperate enough to beg a little.

“Mmm? How impatient…” swan’s words are husky and carefully enunciated with a teasing lilt to them. she teases, but seeing how worked up you are, that hard bulge in your underwear begging to be freed, she gives you what you want.

like i said, the skin of her hands is the smoothest ever. it’s heaven against you and she strokes you like she wants to feel the entirety of your shaft in her palm. himeko joins her almost immediately and swallows your moans with her mouth. i think black swan does some things for the aesthetic so her nails are longer and perfectly manicured, a lavender-pink color to match her accessories. they graze your length in feather-like touches and you can’t help bucking further into her hand. himeko can easily match the pace of whoever she’s with. she’ll tease you just as much though she’ll soothe you with languid kisses and murmurs near your ear.

“Just let us take care of you, okay?”

with both of their hands stroking you, pumping you to oblivion, with himeko’s at the base and swan’s circling your tip, you come in minutes. like who wouldn’t… swan is closer, so she’s the first to take you into her mouth after spurts of your release coats their skin. she’s teasing there too, swirls her tongue around your tip and slides it down the underside of your cock, but she’s mostly enjoying herself rather than looking to make a mess of you. himeko strokes your inner thigh, watches swan’s movements with parted lips, before taking initiative and tangling her fingers in her lilac hair to pull her off of you so she can taste you through a messy, sloppy kiss. you’re throbbing just watching their tongues exchange cum and saliva and hearing their low hums and breathless moans. they take turns sucking you off, you’re definitely drenched once they finally decide to give you some reprieve <3

#sat’s follower event #black swan smut #himeko smut

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nobodiesheartlessshitblog45 · 8 months ago

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Some random 141 Headcannons.

I thought these be pretty fun to do. Kind of cute little Headcannons for my boys.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Big anime fan. Love all the classic anime, Naruto (sometimes he and Soap will do the Naruto run) Dbz, Inuyash. His absolute favorite is Yu Yu Hakusho, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, HunterxHunter, Trigun and FullMetal Alchemist

He’s amazing at Ping pong, on the base he’s basically unbeatable.

Hell of a amazing baker. When it’s someone’s birthday he’ll make them a nice cake. And some times will randomly make cookies for the teams. Will literally have to fight Ghost because he almost ate all of the cookies.

Loves all animals, but sadly he’s a allergic bunnies. Breaks his sweet heart. Will almost burst into tears if he sees smol puppy or kitten.

Can do hand stands with easy.

Played every Zelda game ever! Link and Zelda are his mine in super smash. Loves Kingdom hearts and losted his mind when Sora in going in the new smash game.

Johnny Soap MacTavish

Also a anime fan. Love Demon Slayer, Ranking Of Kings and Jujutsu Kaisen.

Huge Mario Fan plays all the game and he and Kyle will have Super Smash Tournaments and Mario Kart Racing. He’s the biggest Pokémon fan boy and knows the lore like the back of his had. Played all the games, as a loads of plusies from from differnets games and anime. His all time faveorte starter is Bulbasaur. Wants a real Pikachu.

Can’t for beans. Kyle to each him how make chocolate chip cookies nearly burned kitchen down. Price still made it a new not to let Johnny too cook or touch the stove. At all.

Great with small childien. Has a nephews and niece helped raise and babysits them before he join the army. Big family man for sure.

Simon Ghost Riley

Foodie. I mean it this man can eat. He has eaten haft of plate of cookies until Kyle told to save some for the other man than once.

Like anime too. Big I mean BIG DBZ fan. Piccolo is favorite. Has at least tried once I trust become a super Saiyan when he was younger. He watched Ranking Of Kings, by the episode 2 is was almost sobbing. Big Digiman fan.

Works out. lmost daily. Considers it his alone time. He’s alone he likes to flex in front of the mirror. He’s very proud of his physique. (Aaaaand Johnny had seen doing it, took a video with him knowing and sent to Kyle. Both still almost wet themselves laughing at it too this day)

Love all animals. When he retires wants to get a small small house with a farm to raise few chickens and dog.

Is afraid swans. Was attacked by one when he was a child. Hated snakes more afraid of the them than swans. Will have a panic attack if he sees one. (Poor baby)

Captain John Price.

Has 2 cats. A white lazy cat that loves to cuddle and calm and chaotic orange one and dose orange cat things. Out no where he would just zoom around the house and annoy his sister and dad. As a million pictures of his fur babies on his phone. So cat dad.

Smokes high end cigars, trying quit smoking. Snores super loudly could wake up the whole base. Denys it too.

Hates doing paperwork. A bit of a workaholic. The boys found him passed out in his desk sometimes.

Dose not play video games game that much. But has plays the Tall tell’s The walking dead. Cried so hard. Loves anime. Trigun being one his all time favorite. Loves metal music. Linkin Park as a special place in his heart.

Huge Pokémon fan. Plays Pokémon Go. Plays Minecraft to help him relax. Has played with Kyle. The two troll the crap out of each when the play.

Would foster some kittens but the man would fall love and keep all them if he could. Wants to get another cat at some point. Again Cat dad. %100

#johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #simon ghost riley #call of duty

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theladyofbloodshed · 2 years ago

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Chapter Two

To snatch a short break from Nyx, who was in a positively vile mood due to teething, Feyre winnowed Nesta home. Lucien remained at the river estate to speak with Rhysand. His presence had Elain making an excuse why she needed to retreat to her bedroom despite Lucien saying nothing more than a polite hello. Nesta had wrinkled her nose up, disappointed with her sister for being too cowardly to tell Lucien if she did not care for him.

‘Don’t make me go back,’ said Feyre, pressing her knuckles to her eyelids. ‘All he has done today is cry.’

‘Rhysand or Nyx?’

Feyre let out a sigh. ‘I am exhausted. Rhys is busy with Illyria. If I didn’t have the wraiths and Elain, I don’t know what I’d do. I never have a minute to paint anymore.’

Nesta jailed her tongue. She had wanted to say that’s what happens when a twenty-something year old has a child with a man she’s known for a couple of years. It was laughable that Feyre thought she might have time for painting with a baby and a court to manage. She said nothing, only waited for Feyre to say her goodbye rather than cause an upset.

The house greeted her with a sharp tug of the curtains across the windows and back in lieu of a wave. She couldn’t help but smile at it. Lucien was right, it was a house - but it was still her friend. It had been the house who gently encouraged her to eat and shower each day when they had seemed like impossible tasks.

It prepared food for her that evening despite her blood still being thick with sugar from the bakery. She ate alone in the quiet with a book pressed open beside her bowl of broccoli soup.

Cassian didn’t arrive until late, when she was already busy in the bedroom. Mud had dried up his cheek and his hair was matted with it. He flopped into a chair in their bedroom.

Nesta exhaled through her nose. ‘You’ll make the chair filthy. Stand up. Take your boots off.’

‘The house will clean it.’

‘That’s not the point,’ she protested. They didn’t need to make more work for the house for the sake of it.

At the sight of her open bag on the bed and the folded piles of clothes beside it, Cassian startled. ‘Visiting Emerie?’

‘No,’ she said airily. ‘I’m going to the Dawn Court.’

A hand landed on her shoulder to turn her. The light of his siphon nearly blinded her. She shielded her face from it, so Cassian covered it with his hand.

‘Tell me that again. Dawn Court. Since when?’

‘Lucien invited me. I’d like to shadow him to see if I still want the role as emissary.’

‘Lucien is emissary. There can’t be two.’

‘Then tell Lucien I’m about to usurp him,’ she replied, turning back to her bag and adding a thin, lilac dress to it. She had been advised that it was very warm except near the sea where the breeze provided a blast of fresh air.

Cassian stared at her for a moment. ‘Why are you in this mood?’

‘I’m not in any mood. Actually, I’m in a good mood. I’ve had a great day.’

‘So, you’ll just swan off with Vanserra and not tell me?’

‘You never tell me about going to Illyria.’

‘That’s my job.’

‘And maybe this will be mine. I can’t spend the rest of my life inside the warded walls of Velaris, never seeing anything else. You only ever take me to the Hewn City or Illyria so forgive me for wanting to branch out.’ She trampled on her temper. This was her mate. She had made a commitment to him for the rest of her life. ‘I’m going. That’s the end of it. Why don’t we spend time together this evening? We could go into the city for a drink-’

‘One of your taverns to get plastered in?’

‘I don’t have to drink. I haven’t in a long time. We could just take a walk or go for dinner or even stay here.’

‘I need to speak to Rhys about something.’

Her hope deflated. Of course. There was always something to talk to Rhysand about. That always took priority. And if Cassian spent time with Nesta then Rhys would inevitably appear in his head. Either that or one of the others would show up.

‘Fine. But I’m going early in the morning with Lucien.’

‘I’m not happy about you going there. Who says Lucien will protect you? That he won’t try anything?’

‘He’s my sister’s mate. I am your mate. The Dawn court is safe and furthermore Lucien is our ally.’ Her blood was beginning to boil. Cassian had spent plenty of time with Feyre and she’d never taken offence by it. None of the times that he ever flew Emerie back to Illyria incited any jealousy in Nesta either.

‘I’m not happy,’ he repeated.

Perhaps if she was better, she might have caved to the pressure or felt guilty by the disappointment nibbling at his features and called it off. Nesta had to do this. If anything, she had to do it to prove a point. She was made for more than the walls of Velaris. If Cassian couldn’t support that then… she’d have to figure out her next steps.

‘I’ll only be gone a night or two. Speak to Rhys quickly then we can-’

‘It won’t be quick. See you later.’

Without a further word, Cassian had turned on his heel. Without bothering to shower or change, he departed to the river estate, leaving Nesta to pack alone. She should have been used to it. Shouldn’t have gotten so upset every time that she was pushed aside in favour of Rhys or the others. After all, in the grand scheme of Cassian’s life, Nesta was little more than an inkblot compared to their enduring presence. Still, unwanted tears fell from her cheeks as Nesta continued to pack. She pretended not to notice them, as she did often.

That night, when her mate came home, he woke her with kisses down her spine. Before Nesta could even speak, Cassian had turned her onto her back and was sliding his length inside. It was nothing new. Sex was their only form of communication. It was good – as it always was – but Nesta could have done without the wake up.

‘Sorry that I was grumpy earlier,’ he murmured when he had finished then kissed the back of her neck softly. ‘Long day in Iron Crest. The males are the worst sort there.’

Cassian pulled Nesta a few inches across the mattress so that his chest pressed to her back.

‘I talked with Rhys about going to the Dawn Court. He doesn’t want you going with Lucien. He said we might be able to go in a few weeks.’

‘We?’

‘All of us. We need to speak to Thesan about a trade agreement.’

Disappointment seeped through Nesta, thick and clogging, catching in her throat. ‘But I wanted to go tomorrow. I wanted to be able to explore – not be cooped up in a room or trotted out in a meeting.’

‘We’ll find time for all of us to explore.’

It took little time for Cassian’s exhausted body to succumb to sleep. His arms had locked around her like a vice, holding her to him. Not right, not right, not right. Why was it Rhysand’s decision whether Nesta could leave or not? She wasn’t a damn prisoner – and certainly wasn’t one of his subjects. She might have saved his life – and his mate and child - but his lavish gifts and warm reception towards her lasted only a handful of weeks. Why was it Cassian’s business to even talk about it with Rhysand? The thought of them gathered around, discussing her again like she was an item on the itinerary for the evening had her clenching her hands into fists. She was sick of Cassian never being able to be apart from his family. He could never find time to be with just her. Nesta was beginning to worry that he couldn’t stand her company either – that he always needed others present because their words dried up too quickly together. Not that they talked amongst the inner circle. She was always to one side like an unwanted guest who they were forced to put up with.

***

When Lucien headed up to the roof, Nesta was already ready and waiting. A small bag was clutched in her hand. Rather than a smile, she greeted him with a brisk nod of her head. It was a cloudy morning. The days of glorious sunshine were stifled by a rough wind from the north. He was glad to be getting away for a handful of days.

‘Early riser,’ Lucien noted.

Nesta nodded again. ‘Are we leaping from the roof or hoping we’ll grow wings?’

As if on cue, Azriel appeared from the narrow stairway and walked onto the roof. His black hair was tousled and shadows had made their home beneath his eyes as if he hadn’t been to sleep. ‘Ready?’

‘Yes. Just onto the street, please. I can winnow us to the Dawn Court.’

Azriel seemed to realise that Nesta was there because she was travelling with Lucien. Definitely not on form today. ‘You’re going? Did you tell Cass?’

‘Yes, I told him,’ she sniped back, voice slightly on edge. ‘Weren’t you at dinner last night?’

The shadowsinger shook his head. ‘I was elsewhere.’

Those three words had Nesta’s shoulders loosening. She seemed to let out a sigh of relief which did not fill Lucien with any sort of comfort. Before he could question the sudden ease that had come across Nesta, she had stepped towards Azriel, ready to be flown in his arms.

Lucien watched them go, pitying Nesta for the life she was trapped in. Fancy living in a place that she was a prisoner in. It was demeaning to have to ask somebody to bring her to and from her own home. His own demoralisation was about to begin as Azriel landed back on the roof. Neither of them particularly enjoyed being in such close proximity to the other. What had happened to Morrigan in the Autumn Court was also Lucien’s burden, in Azriel’s eyes. Lucien wouldn’t mention what had happened on Solstice though in retribution. The shadowsinger was aloof and alarming as it was. To bring that up whilst cradled in his arms was foolish.

‘When will you be back?’

Nesta stepped in before Lucien could, ‘Later. Thank you, Azriel. Goodbye.’

Her fingers enclosed around Lucien’s wrist like a claw, urging him to winnow.

They were met with a warm blast of air and bright sunlight that made Lucien shield his eye before he blinded Nesta.

Despite the niggling feeling that Nesta hadn’t been wholly honest, the look of sheer delight on her face swept those thoughts away. She blinked towards the sea, lips parting in wonder.

‘It’s beautiful.’

For a long while, they remained in silence. Lucien did not want to interrupt her vigil to the sea. In this quiet moment, he couldn’t help but compare her to her sisters. Nesta was not what he was expecting. He had only known her as the vicious protector of Elain, but that was not all she was. He had thought that Nesta was hard where Elain was soft. Maybe the eldest had never had the chance to be soft. Feyre’s loyalties were flimsy, but Nesta’s were as solid as stone. She was funny too, with a lethal wit that struck hard and fast.

With some coaxing, Lucien managed to tear Nesta away from the ocean to walk along the dusty streets of the Dawn Court. It was a pleasant place to be. Their winters were non-existent with temperatures dropping only slightly. Summer was filled with golden days that stretched on and on. Both of them were over dressed for the hot day ahead, so Lucien steered Nesta towards their lodging for the night. It was a pretty inn made of orange stone to reflect the sun from it. A mosaic of orange and yellow pieces in the shape of a sun covered the doors. Inside, it was cool thanks to its tiled floors and stone walls.

They managed to find twin rooms that had a door connecting them. It was the best outcome. The Dawn Court was safe – but Nesta Archeron seemed to have a target on her back in many places. He’d rather be able to reach her quickly if needed but they had their privacy too.

‘What is the plan for the day, Lucien?’

‘My meeting is in a couple of hours, so we can explore, if you like.’

‘During your meeting, what am I to do?’

‘Whatever you like,’ he said with a shrug. ‘Stay here. Visit something. There are many sights here that I can recommend. My friend, Nuan, resides here so we could meet her for dinner if you didn’t mind.’

Nesta blinked. ‘Why do I know that name?’

‘She created the faebane antidote.’ For good measure, he gestured to his ruined face, ‘and gave me an eye when Amarantha removed my original one.’

Grey eyes traced his scar then met his eyes. Most people avoided looking at it – or took brief, fleeting glances when they thought Lucien didn’t notice. Not Nesta. She refused to flinch from it. The usual revulsion didn’t come to her features either. She merely nodded and said it would be acceptable.

‘Pardon me for prying, but it was quite a swift escape from Velaris. Did you really tell Cassian that you were coming here with me?’

Lucien needed to know what sort of reception he might receive on the return to Velaris. The general of the Night Court’s armies hunting him down wasn’t on his agenda.

‘I told him. He wasn’t happy. He told Rhysand. He said no. I’m not their subject. And here we are.’

Ah, just as he had suspected. And that meant the shadowsinger would get it in the neck for unwittingly helping them to leave the House of Wind. Lucien was torn. He almost wanted to deliver Nesta back to save his own neck – but how could he? She’d summarised her miserable existence. Her mate had to give his approval. The high lord she didn’t want had also waded into a decision that was nothing to do with him. Miscommunication was the only reason why she had been able to remove herself from the red stone house carved into the mountain.

‘We’ll buy him a souvenir,’ he winked. ‘Change into something cooler. I’ll meet you on the balcony.’

When Lucien emerged, Nesta was already there. She leaned against the balcony in a pale-yellow gown. It fell to her toes but was thin enough that it floated, providing relief from the heat. It scooped low on the back, displaying her hard shoulder blades and a strange, shimmering tattoo. He hadn’t known she had made a bargain with anybody. Night Court bargains were generally black, like the whorls of Illyrians. Feeling his attention on her, Nesta turned.

‘You look nice. I’ve never seen you in yellow.’

She tugged at the narrow strap on her shoulder, uncomfortable in the gown. ‘I’ve never worn this.’

‘It looks lovely,’ he reassured her.

Her eyes flitted back to the view. The sea was visible from the balcony, luring Nesta to it again. Lucien knew she’d likely spend all day here if she could.

‘When we were first taken to Velaris, Mor had looked at us then went into the city to find us clothes.’ Nesta gave a slight laugh. ‘Elain’s were all pinks and tulle. Mine were yellow or floral. Definitely not me. They fit at least – and now they have a use.’

Their morning was spent combing the beach for shells. Nesta just kept pressing them into Lucien’s hands to hold for her, not speaking a lot, merely enjoying to be out in the fresh air. As the temperature began to climb, a faint blush stole across her thin cheeks.

She wasn’t at all like Elain. When he had first seen Elain properly, he had thought that she was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. And she was beautiful. It was a delicate, classic beauty. Nesta was different. She was wilder, more untameable, untouchable like the sea herself. Yes, Lucien could see why Eris had been prepared to lay an engagement on the table after a handful of dances. He always thought he could catch the uncatchable, tame the wild-spirited. Eris had likely seen Nesta as a challenge that only he could rise to. And Cassian had seen her as his given right as a mate.

‘Look at this one!’

Nesta held a starfish up to his face. He laughed briefly then remembered that Nesta had never been to the beach before.

‘It’s a living thing.’

‘Eurgh,’ she tossed it back towards the water – then he really did laugh.

‘You liked it a moment ago.’

‘Before I knew it was alive!’

Maybe he was bordering on dangerous territory, but Lucien hunted in the shallows for a crab to terrorise her with. When he found his prize, Nesta reacted exactly how she thought she might – by throwing her hands in the air and darting out of his way.

‘That is vile, Lucien.’

‘They’re delicious to eat.’

Nesta’s face screwed up in puzzlement. ‘I’m not so sure I like this place.’

***

While Lucien was busy with emissary business, Nesta had free reign in the Dawn Court. It was strange to have no routine, even stranger to have nobody to report to. Lucien had offered Nesta a handful of places to visit and given the recommendation to avoid the sun at noon when it was at its hottest. Embarrassment had swelled inside of her when Lucien had handed her a pouch of money to spend. She wished that she could have said no, but Nesta had no money of her own. She had believed Cassian when he said that she could use his money whenever she needed it. But Nesta never went anywhere without Cassian. Her life could only happen when Cassian experienced it too.

Her time was not spent idle. There was so much for her to see and do. Nesta explored the beach a little longer then visited a library with a great glass dome that nearly burnt her scalp. She visited the many shops along a main street, buying a ridiculous hat that she’d never wear again to protect her fair skin and little trinkets. There were many tinkerers in this city who created wondrous things that caught her eye. There was a sort of palace too that had been built from white stone. It had gardens running along one side of it that provided some shade. Many people stopped at the fountain to drink from the fresh water.

When Lucien found her later on, she was back in their rooms, resting on the bed. It wasn’t the sort of rests she used to take in the House of Wind when her motivation had evaporated. Her body was tired from the heat so it had demanded she stop until the weather cooled. He had tittered out a laugh at her prone form then touched a finger against her cheeks.

‘You’ve caught the sun.’

The skin was tight and tingling where he’d touched it. She excused herself from a meal with Nuan, claiming he could catch up with his friends without her unwanted presence. Lucien promised to find her later that evening, but, before he departed, ensured she’d drank lots of a water to fend off heat stroke.

It was difficult not to feel cross about her situation. Part of it was her own doing. She and Cassian had been like two pieces on a chess board, drawn to each other from the start. Whenever Nesta had aired those feelings that they weren’t a good match, they had been waved away by everybody else. They were opponents more often than not, rarely on the same side. Since their mating ceremony, Cassian had taken Nesta for granted. No escaping him now, a small voice said in her mind. If Nesta had stopped to think – to breathe – after what had happened then maybe she wouldn’t have rushed into something so eternal. Feyre had died. Nyx too. Then Nesta had touched the Harp after a week spent terrified and exhausted in the Illyrian Mountains, saving them all. Her heart had been tender. It had been bruised and broken and barely beating. So she had accepted the bond.

And every day since, Nesta wished she had not.

‘There you are,’ came Lucien’s voice.

Nesta had taken refuge for the evening in a broken-down watch tower. The stone had been claimed by time so parts of it were ruined, exposing it to the sky and the sea. It made a nice shelter though.

‘I have a surprise for you.’

Lucien’s voice echoed in the empty tower as he approached. Nesta peered down at him from one of the upper levels. In his arms, he carried a heavy stack of plates.

‘I hope it’s not that you’re about to host a dinner party.’

‘Come down here a moment.’

Once Nesta stood beside him, the precise reason why he had a stack of plates hadn’t become clear. She tilted her head slightly, waiting for him to explain.

‘Throw one at the wall.’

Hesitantly, Nesta lifted the top plate off. Despite believing it was a trick somehow, she dropped the plate to the floor but it didn’t shatter.

‘A little more conviction, please, my lady.’

With a furrowed brow, Nesta picked the plate back up and hurled it at the broken stone wall. It shattered brilliantly into massive shards.

‘Again,’ encouraged Lucien.

Another plate smashed against the rock and Nesta felt good.

‘Keep going.’

Needing no more encouragement, Nesta launched plate after plate in the watch tower, stepping back each time a shard threatened to shoot back towards them. The grin spreading across her face refused to leave even after every item of crockery had been destroyed.

‘Feel good?’

‘So good,’ she breathed. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins. For once, it was due to excitement rather than fear. It had been a lifetime since anything had excited her.

She looked at the remains of the plates. ‘Was there a reason for this? An enemy’s plates?’

‘I just thought you could do with breaking something. Anger isn’t wrong, Nesta. It doesn’t need to be shut away. Anger is allowed.’

‘I feel as if I’m always angry.’

Lucien nodded then, ‘you’ve had a lot to be angry about.’

***

They settled for the evening beside the watch tower, watching the sun set together. Their legs dangled over a low cliff. Every now and then, they would need to raise them to avoid a soaking from a stronger wave. It was still warm despite the darkness settling in.

‘Sometimes I wonder if I should have just said yes to Eris’ proposal instead of this.’

Nesta gazed up at the sky, sighing slightly as her eyes snagged on the stars. Lucien really did feel for her. He tracked the bob of her throat as she swallowed.

‘No. You wouldn’t want that. As somebody who lived alongside Eris, you do not want that. Eris alone is bearable but you’d have to survive against my brothers and father too.’

‘Well, I’m always in second place to Rhys. Not even second place, I’m probably about fifth in the pecking order.’

How he longed to tell her that it wasn’t true. But Lucien had seen it first-hand. When news had reached him of the hike – the truth of it – he was disgusted. Rhysand would always be the centre of Cassian’s orbit. Feyre, Morrigan, Azriel, they were all part of it. It should have shifted at Nesta’s arrival. A mate should have been more. More important, more loved, more wanted. More everything.

Nesta swallowed again. She was blinking rapidly, fending off tears that Lucien pretended not to see. ‘It’s not supposed to be like this, is it? I’m supposed to want to go home. I’m supposed to look forwards to seeing him. I’m not supposed to feel hurt by him so often. I’m not supposed to wish that I’d never accepted the bond.’

He reached over to take her hand. It felt so small within his. Nesta wasn’t a clawed beast that needed a hesitant approach towards. She was just a female thrust into a world that she did not understand. Lucien remembered Feyre – all snarling and anger – when she first came to Spring. Gently, he squeezed Nesta’s fingers. ‘No, I don’t believe it should be that way. Love should be celebrated. It shouldn’t bring dread.’

The female had many things to figure out. He could offer suggestions, advice, guidance, but it was her path to forge. He didn’t need to insert himself where it wasn’t wanted. But, Nesta was trapped between a rock and a hard place. With no finances, no way to leave, she was completely dependent on Cassian, just as Feyre was to Rhysand. That was exactly how his mother had been trapped. Day after day, his father had worn her done like a river eroding the rock.

‘If you make that decision,’ he said carefully, ‘to sever things then I will be there for support. It can be difficult when Cassian holds a lot of the power.’

‘Thank you, Lucien. You’re a kind person.’

‘Kind,’ he said, shrugging a shoulder. ‘With little money to my name, a ruined home in the mortal lands, and a face like this, kindness only goes so far.’

Nesta tilted her head. Her unflinching gaze landed on his scar again. There were some who worked hard to pretend it wasn’t there. They’d resolutely stare into his eyes, determined not to see it. That wasn’t Nesta. The pad of her thumb traced the ruined skin.

‘I think maybe Amarantha thought it wasn’t fair when she saw you. She had to give your brothers a fighting chance at finding a female. You’d be too handsome otherwise.’

He batted her fingers away, glad to see a mocking smile twisting her lips.

‘I have little to offer a female.’

‘A good heart is all one needs.’

Nesta wrapped her arms around her bent legs then tucked her chin on top of her knees, staring out towards the sea. The bright light of the moon rippled across the waves that dragged up the shore.

He didn’t know if Nesta was loyal. She’d proved her loyalty to Elain ten times over. But, would she be loyal to him – a male she barely knew? Lucien had nobody else to tell. Jurian and Vassa knew, encouraged it even. Taking a breath, he said, ‘I’ll be leaving Velaris soon. I will no longer work for the Night Court.’

Her eyes shot to him, lips parting slightly. ‘Why? Where will you go?’

‘I have been offered a position here – and one in the Day Court. I’m debating which to take. Day would allow a cordial relationship still with Night. The emissary role is yours, if you want it.’

She nodded, following his speech.

‘Which would you prefer? If you could choose with your heart, forget about political alliances, which one?’

Lucien swallowed against the lump in his throat. ‘I wish I could go home.’

‘Autumn?’

‘No. Spring. Autumn was a home for a long time, but after Jesminda, I don’t think I could ever be there again and be happy. Spring became my home. I loved my court.’

Until Feyre wiggled into their lives and uprooted it for so many people, damning the consequences.

‘The Night Court won’t ever feel like home for me,’ Nesta admitted. ‘I have so many bad memories associated with it. They tend to muddy any good ones.’

That was understandable. Even in the safety of Velaris, Nesta had been set upon in the library then forced into the Blood Rite not even two years later.

Softly, she asked, ‘What about Elain?’

‘Your sister has had enough time to strike up a conversation with me. I cannot force my presence on her. After Solstice, she made her feelings clear enough.’

‘Why was Solstice any different? She ignores you at every opportunity.’

‘If they want each other then that’s their decision.’

Nesta leaned her weight onto one hand as she moved towards him. Her brows pinched together. ‘If who want each other?’

Oh. She did not know. It wasn’t Lucien’s business. In a roundabout way, it was, he supposed although he had no sort of claim on Elain beyond a magical binding.

‘I would have thought you knew about it.’

‘About what, Lucien?’ The irritation rang out in Nesta’s voice.

‘I couldn’t sleep. I never settle well in Velaris. Elain and Azriel had a moonlight tryst until the high lord shut it down. That was the only one I’ve been nearby for, but undoubtedly there are more.’

‘That wretch,’ Nesta said, face contorting with annoyance. ‘At least have the decency to tell you she doesn’t want the bond rather than sneaking around. And Azriel? I will have him. Both of them. Bastards.’

Lucien waved his hand as if that might wave away both of their issues. ‘Elain never asked to be my mate. If she’s happy with Azriel then I’ll ensure the bond is not accepted. It’s just my luck really.’

‘You would let her go, like that?’

‘Yes.’

For a reason that he did not know, Nesta’s eyes filled with tears again. She blinked them away, not letting them spill over. ‘When I told Cassian that I never had a choice, do you know what he did? He started an argument with me on the Sidra. People avoided us. Said he’d not chosen to be shackled to me.’

Lucien couldn’t help it. The words came out before he could stop them. ‘And you still accepted the bond?’

Nesta shuddered. ‘Let’s go back to the inn. If I stay here any longer baring my bones to you, I might drown myself in the ocean.’

‘I’d probably join you.’

The female stood then reached out her hands to haul him to his feet. Lucien accepted. They began walking down the quiet streets, beneath the yellow faelight spilling from homes. It was still warm though not unbearable now.

‘Sorry that I never made an effort with you before.’

‘You’re not my mate,’ she replied, shrugging.

‘But I still could have tried.’

She nudged him with a closed fist, smiling slightly. ‘We’re friends now.’

‘United in misery.’

They both breathed a sigh of relief on the return to the inn when their rooms were gloriously cool. Their balcony doors remained open so Lucien could hear Nesta humming away to herself as she readied for bed.

‘I forgot to ask you. How was your day?’

She appeared on the balcony in an ivory night gown. Lucien tried not to look – it was his mate’s sister – but her long, lean legs were on display. He was still a male and this female could bring most males to their knees. The lace trim of the gown cut across the midpoint of her thighs. The thin straps of her nightgown were holding on for dear life. Lucien cast his eyes quickly towards the view although it was too dark to see anything.

‘It was lovely, thank you. I had a really nice time today. Thank you, Lucien, for taking me here. I really cannot thank you for it.’

‘I’m glad you’ve enjoyed.’

‘Can we stay another night?’

‘Sure,’ he said, glad of company that wasn’t Jurian and Vassa’s bickering. ‘We could go elsewhere. I have friends in other courts.’

Nesta rolled her eyes. ‘Stop showing off that you have lots of friends when I only have two.’

Feigning pain, Lucien pressed a hand over his heart. ‘Two? I thought I had moved into the ranks of Nesta Archeron’s friend.’

‘Fine. Three friends. And a mate who would rather bed his high lord than me.’

He couldn’t help the rough laugh that came out.

Nesta scrubbed her face with her hands. ‘If I can’t make jokes about it then I really will be miserable. Oh, Lucien. What a life I have.’

‘Hopefully, Cassian will miss you terribly.’

Nesta nodded, before turning towards the bedroom. She paused then said, ‘That’s the problem. I haven’t missed him at all.’

#lucien x nesta #be consumed by the flame

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moondust-imagines · 10 months ago

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Crumbling Part 3 (Adam x Reader x Christian)

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“So you’re kicking me out of my own damn house?” Christian spat, glaring at you and Adam across the kitchen island. You kept your gaze on your interlocked hands resting in front of you, knowing if you looked at him you would break. Adam, however, was glaring right back at his lover.

“We’re not kicking you out, we just feel it would be best for us to have some space for a while” Adam explained through gritted teeth. Christian scoffed angrily and got up from his seat, pacing the room. You didn’t dare look up.

“How are you going to explain this to Aurora? Huh?! Katy and Arthur are old enough to know something’s up” Christian ranted while gesturing wildly.

“I think they’re used to you not being around by now Christian!” Adam shouted, his resolve finally breaking. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry.

“Adam” You sighed quietly, desperately trying to calm the situation. Thank god the kids were staying with your friends tonight.

“Oh so it’s fine when you’re swanning off every week but when I do it I’m the fucking bad guy” Christian replied. He was still now, almost taunting Adam to get in his face.

“I was never gone as much as you are and you fucking know it” Adam screamed, pointing at the other man angrily.

“My careers more popular than yours for five goddamn minutes and you just can’t stand it can you? You narcissist!” Christian screamed back

“Alright, alright enough! This is exactly why I think we need space! We can’t just scream at each other!” You finally interrupted. Adam retreated to your side almost immediately, hands resting on his hips. Christian’s strong gaze turned to you.

“So you’re kicking him out too, right?” He asked lowly. Your blood ran cold, what explanation did you have?

“Christian, don’t make this more difficult than it has to be. Please” You sighed, massaging your temples to ease the impending headache.

“No, if this is because of the fighting he’s equally responsible” Christian responded angrily. Adam’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, his fingers running gently over your skin.

“I’ll go if you need me too, honey” Adam said gently, a sad smile on his lips. That made the dam finally break.

“I can’t deal with three kids on my own! I need someone!” You sobbed. The movement of Adam’s hand was more solid now. You could’ve sworn you saw Christian’s face soften for a moment as he watched you.

“Alright, fine. I’ll go” Christian muttered before storming out of the room. Adam bent down to kiss the crown off your head, muttering sweet words of encouragement while your body shook with sobs

You slid another piece of French toast onto Katy’s plate and handed it to her. She thanked you and wandered off to watch TV while she ate. The other kids were already camped out on the couch. You put the frying pan in the sink then wiped down the counter. Adam watched you from the doorway carefully.

“You ok, honey?” He asked quietly. You nodded silently.

“You don’t have to be” He continued.

“Adam, just leave it” You muttered, he held his hands up in surrender.

“Ok, I’ll go sit with the kids” He sighed. His kissed your head as he walked by and disappeared around the corner.

Your phone buzzed where it was sitting next to the sink. You paused before picking it up, your stomach sinking.

Christian 💖: How are you and the kids? xx

Christian 💖: I miss you xx

You chewed your lip as you read his messages. You should tell Adam that he’s texting you. But you know what will happen, Adam will fly off the handle. So, you glanced at the corner Adam and the kids were behind then at your phone again.

You: We’re ok, we miss you too. Hope your doing ok xx

Christian 💖: I love you baby x

You: I know

Adam watched you nervously tap away on your phone. He could guess who you were texting. It shouldn’t make him angry, all of you were in this together. The burn of betrayal from you hurt his chest. How many other secrets were you keeping from him?

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pocketgalaxies · 4 months ago

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marisha ray happily saying "swan ate my baby" rb if you agree

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countrymusiclover · 6 months ago

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14 - The Golden Newborns

Princess Red Thief

Part 15

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I wasn't sure when we had gotten to the hospital or how they had managed to get me settled down into a bed by how much the pain was taking over every thought that was running through my mind. Laying my head against the pillows I gasped feeling harsh pain flashing through my abdomen. "God! What is happening to me?"

"Ms. Royal, I'm sorry we're rather swamped today. The mayor's son was brought after he ate an apple turnover." The hospital room door opened and I felt a wave of relief come over me seeing the familiar sight of my mother.

"Mom!" I sharply changed my words remembering she was still under the evil queen's curse. "Nurse Nolan, what is wrong with me?"

She sat down her chart taking her stethoscope off from around her neck placing it on my swollen stomach listening to the two heartbeats. "I'm not entirely sure just yet. We'll have to run some tests to see if you're truly ready to deliver your babies. Is there anyone you'd like us to call?"

"Mr. Gold. He's my emergency contact." I instantly answered her question knowing he'd probably be able to figure this out sooner than they could.

She nodded leaving the room. "I'll be right back."

"Everly! I'm so sorry I wasn't here when they brought you in. I shouldn't have let you go to Ms. Swan's place by yourself." Rumple ran into the room an hour later taking my right hand the second he had made his way to my bedside, balancing his other hand on his cane.

Squeezing his hand in mine I knew he felt guilty but it wouldn't help whatever situation we were in at the moment. Henry and I were both in this hospital for completely different reasons. "Rumple, you couldn't have known. We're here now. Let's just hope the babies will come out easily."

"You better be nice to your mother, little ones -" He gasped, barely placing his hand over my round belly.

"Rumple?"

His brown eyes didn't move away from my belly. "I've never felt anything like that before. It shouldn't be possible, not here especially."

"What are you talking about?" I questioned him so confused until he lifted up my shirt, revealing my stomach that was covered in small black veins. "Rumple, what are those?"

"I never thought it was possible for a witch or witches to be born without their own access to magic. Yet I think that's what is happening to you, Eve. I think our babies can only draw magic from other magical people."

"You mean like when Caroline gave birth to Lizzie and Josie in the Vampire Diaries?"

Rumple gave me the most confused look of his entire life. "What are you talking about, lass?"

"Have you never watched the show in the 28 years we've been cursed here?" He gave me no verbal response in return so I began explaining to him what had occurred with the tv show. "Anyway the twins were born without their own magic so they were called siphons."

He looked at me feeling like he had control of the situation anymore and he certainly didn't care to feel this way. "How were these kids successfully born then?"

"They created more magic somewhere else for the babies to want to go after. So we have to do the same thing with the magic golden egg you put inside Maleficent. Otherwise they will keep feeding off my trapped magic running through my veins until I'm-"

"Don't say it or dare even think that happening to you. I refuse to let that happen. I will not let that happen!"

Grasping his hand in mine he finally met my gaze, calming down for a few seconds. "Just for one second we should agree on the babies names if they're born when you're not by my side."

"You can name them whatever you want. I just need the three of you to be safe. I have to go right now, Everly." Rumple kissed my head running a hand through my hair quickly leaving the room now on a mission to save his family not caring about anyone else. "I'll bring it back to protect you. I swear it, my princess."

"Hey, are you okay?" I heard Emma's voice outside the hallway, waking me up from the short nap the babies inside me allowed me to have. "What is that?"

I groaned doing what I could to hold myself up enough to see out the window seeing some smoke rolling in our direction that I slumped my shoulders in relief knowing what was really coming at us. He had successfully brought magic to a land without it. "Kathryn!"

"Are you okay, Ms. Royal?" She rushed inside my room.

I began to speak but cut myself off grabbing my stomach in pain. "Ahh! Get out of me, please. Help me - before they kill me."

"We need a doctor now!" She hollered into the hallway causing a few other medical workers running into my room trying to ignore the purple fog slowly coming towards the hospital.

I was told I had to sit up with my legs open and then start pushing. The contractions started coming closer together when I gave my first few pushes. My heart started banging against my chest and I already felt tired. "It's starting to come out. Just a few more big pushes."

My hands were almost turning white while I gripped the handle of the dagger. Sweat was sticking to my forehead with the white hair falling over my shoulders appearing to be a mess. "Errr!"

Nodding my head slowly I bared my teeth doing one final push that took the last of my energy that I had left. An infant's cry filled the room where I threw my head back onto the pillows. Gulping a lump down my throat I slowly controlled my breathing while the other nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket. "Congratulations, you have a baby girl."

"And the other is a boy." Baring my teeth I clutched my eyes tightly closed using the last bit of energy and strength that was left inside my body till suddenly another infant cry filled the room.

Kathryn came over, handing me the baby girl first and holding my son in her arms since I couldn't hold two babies very good at the moment. "Did you have names already picked out?"

"Valerie for the girl and Robin for the boy. Valerie and Robin Gold."

Suddenly before my eyes a cloud of dark red smoke appeared inside the hospital room and once it cleared away I saw Rumple standing before me and my still cursed mother holding his son in her arms. "How did you get in here like that? Wha - wait a second why am I starting to recognize you from somewhere else?" She muttered, eyeing him up and down with curiosity.

Rumple didn't pick up on what she had said, too worried about me and our newborns. "Everly, I'm relieved it worked. How are you, how are our twins?"

"Rumple, We're all fine. Come meet your son and daughter." I gestured for him to come over with the moving of my head where he sat down on the edge of the bed looking at his daughter who had his dark brown eyes and appeared to have small locks of my blonde hair.

Kathryn slowly handed him his son still trying to figure out how she knew the man before him and then it donned on her. "She called you Rumple - as in Rumplestilskin."

"I think you have the wrong man, Ms. Nolan." He attempted to lie, not sure if the curse had been broken even with magic now flowing throughout Storybrooke.

Her next words caused me to take my attention away from my newborn daughter, wanting for this day to come from the moment I had remembered who I truly was in this town. "Rumple. You're Rumplestiltskin the man my daughter loves - Everly!" She covered her mouth with her hands instantly sobbing happily.

"Mother." I squealed out like a child crying happy tears finally having her and everyone else know who they truly were back in the Enchanted Forest. "The curse is finally broken."

She grinned, wiping away some more tears that had slipped down her face, eyeing my lover holding our newborn son in his arms. "Oh my sweet girl we have so much to talk about."

"Princess Abigail, glad to see you've returned." Rumple spoke towards her.

My mother waved her index finger in his face with her warning tone. "First things first Rumplestilskin. I demand to know two things: why didn't I know she was pregnant and are you married to my daughter or not?"I knew she wouldn't want to hurt him but I wasn't sure the same would be said of my father Fredrick. This was definitely going to be an interesting family reunion for all of us.

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the-fiction-witch · 6 months ago

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We'll Find Her P3

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader Reader - Y/n Watts Rating - Sad AF! Cute AF Word Count - 2687

I yawned as I came down the stairs looping my belt buckle through the hole as I came down and saw Y/n standing making breakfast as usual, in her cute little blue dress hugging her every curve, making the fake belly very obvious and unavoidable to the eye. As she stepped into the room, I couldn't help but admire how her Y/H/C hair cascaded in natural, beautiful curls. With a rush of affection, I approached her, enveloping her in my arms and showering her graceful, swan-like neck with a series of tender kisses.

"Good morning to you too Benny," She chuckled, "Careful I have a knife," She said as she cut up toast,

"Ummm you telling me you're armed and dangerous my darling?" I chuckled my hands immediately roaming her curves, especially around her hips and her bump. "Maybe daddy might like mommy a little... dangerous,"

"Take your breakfast," she told me,

"Just a little longer," I pouted stroking my hands over her bump, "I must admit... I'm a little nostalgic,"

"For?"

"...When you were pregnant with Violet," I cooed, "Didn't realize just how much I love how you look pregnant,"

"Oh, do you now?"

"I do, maybe I should have got you pregnant again years ago,"

"Sure Benny," she chuckles dismissively,

"Don't you feel a little nostalgic wearing the bump? Doesn't it remind you of all the beautiful moments when you were pregnant,"

She turns and her blue eyes glare me down, "I don't recall beautiful moments, I remember, bloating, throwing up, screaming, crying, and experiencing the pain of forcing a child out of me with no painkillers."

"I remember the sweet cuddles holding your bump, taking you shopping to pick out cute little baby clothes and shoes, getting to feel little Violet kicking and moving, seeing her little wave the first time we saw her at the ultrasound" I cooed,

"You don't remember me throwing a lamp at you becuase my shoes wouldn't fit, or holding my hair back every morning while I vomited for two hours," she says, "Or how about when I kicked out of bed at three am to get me specifically kfc chicken, McDonald's fries, a Wendy's milkshake and a Seven Eleven soda."

"I do remember but it was all worth it wasn't it when we got our little violet?"

"Of course it was,"

"Plus I remember I just drove around and got a meal at each place and ate the stuff you didn't want, it was fun." I chuckled, "But... I mean it, I'm kinda reminiscing about your being pregnant,"

"Well, we'll have a baby to take care of at the end of this,"

"I know we will, and I'll love it as much as I love you, and Violet."

"I know you will," She smiled giving my lips a soft tender kiss,

I sat on the couch with Catalong in hand, we needed to do some baby-related shopping. I remember going shopping with Y/n when we were making the nursery up for Violet and I remember how cute it was and how much I loved having that time with her. But we couldn't even dream of going out together and leaving Violet home alone, and we couldn't drag her along with us when she's pregnant she'd be tired, and upset, and stressed trying to hide it so it just wasn't worth it.

Instead, I sat on the couch pen between my teeth, cataloge in one hand, Y/n's thigh in the other.

Y/n sat beside me in her little dress with her knitting making the baby some little socks,

Violet sat on the chair doing her school work as they delivered her a pack each week with all the work she had to do, and they'd pick it up when they dropped off the next one. At least till she's okay enough to go back to school but that'll be after the baby comes, she wore a long hoodie dress big enough to hide her bump growing every day. I know she is excited at least for it all to be over and gain some sense of normality, but she had been such a good mom so far, all the vitamins, all the appointments, all the rules. She was doing everything she could to make sure the baby would be okay. All the while doing her work and making plans for college and her future knowing she wouldn't have the baby to hold her back.

"Mom, dad?" she spoke up,

"Yes, sweetheart?" Y/n asked,

"You... your really good parents," she briefly smiled,

Awww my little heart, "We are?" I asked,

"Yeah, you don't have to do this for me, you could be mad at me, or... but you're not, just happy to help. Thank you." she smiled,

"Aww you're welcome sweetheart," I smiled kissing her forehead, "now don't worry your little head, just relax and everything is going to be okay I promise,"

"I love you guys," she said sitting between me and Y/n giving us both a hug,

"We love you too Violet," Y/n smiled,

"I'm gonna grab some juice," She said as she got up and headed to the kitchen,

"How did we raise such an angel?" Y/n cooed,

"Cause you're the best mom in the world," I cooed kissing her,

"Aww and you're the best dad, Benny," she smiled, "Maybe we'll get lucky to raise another angel,"

"I'm sure we will," I smiled, "Now... do we need... a snuz cloud,"

"A what?"

"A Snuz cloud, it's a little cloud it plays lullabies,"

"A mobile?"

"No, it's a little cloud it like straps around the bars of the crib, plays a little sleepy song and smells like lavender," I showed her the picture,

"...Okay it's cute but as soon as the baby has arm strength it's gonna rip that off the crib and have it halfway across the nursery,"

"...Good point," I nodded, "No Snuz cloud."

"You got bottles on the list?"

"Yep I have... the eight pack, I remember we bought the four pack when we had violet and it wasn't enough."

"Do sixteen,"

"Why so many?"

"I can't breastfeed this time can I,"

"...Ohh yeah... I didn't think of that. Alright, sixteen it is," I nodded,

Just then we heard the sound of Violet bolting to the bathroom after something in the fridge caught her nose,

"I'm going," Y/n smiled as she kissed my head before going to help Violet,

As I lay in bed, the soft glow of the moonlight filled the room, casting a gentle shadow on the form of Y/n as she peacefully slept in my arms. A sense of tranquillity enveloped us, but amidst this calm, I suddenly became alert to the sound of small, furtive footsteps. Instantly, my senses sharpened, and I braced myself for whatever was about to unfold. I grabbed my knife from the bedside table and got to my feet, As I made my way through the house, I meticulously checked every room to make sure that everything was in its place. A faint smile crossed my face as I passed by the nursery we had set up. However, a sense of unease washed over me when I noticed that Violet's door was ajar. Instinctively, I hurried over and cautiously peered inside. The soft glow of her nightlight illuminated the room, but Violet was nowhere to be seen. My heart raced as I pushed the door open further, fearing the worst.

No... no no no no!

I hurried down the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest, fully prepared to dial the police hotline. However, as soon as I entered the kitchen, I caught sight of Violet, standing near the sink. A wave of relief washed over me, and I let out a deep, calming sigh.

"Hi sweetheart," I told her as I gasped, kissing her forehead, "Why are you up to late... or early... depending on the sleep you have done,"

"Late," she said, "I can't sleep... it's my stomach,"

"Did you want me to lift the bump? I used to do that for your mom when you were in her tummy that always helped her?"

"No thanks, Dad... I feel like... cramps I guess,"

"Like period cramps?"

"Yeah,"

"Okay... that... don't panic but that might be a contraction sweetheart,"

"It could!"

"Don't panic, it's okay. Braxton hicks are common this late into pregnancy, like false contractions."

"How can you tell between them?"

"false contractions go away when you eat something, so have a seat I'll cut you up some fruit and while you eat I'll go wake your mother," I told her grabbing some strawberries from the fridge cutting them up and leaving them with her while I went back upstairs, "Y/n? Y/n honey?"

"Ummm no Benny, maybe tomorrow night." She brushed me off,

"Hey!" I protested, "No it's Violet she thinks she's having Braxton hicks,"

"Humm? Coming," Y/n yawned getting out of bed quickly getting dressed and heading down, I got dressed too just in case, And I headed down seeing Violet finishing the strawberries and Y/n shook her head at me. I nodded and grabbed the phone calling up the midwife as fast as I could. "No need to worry we'll be right here every step of the way."

I paced outside the guest room, already prepped for this moment. I felt so so anxious, I wanted Violet to be in a hospital getting the best care possible in case anything was to go wrong just like Y/n was. But... we had to use the midwife for the sake of Violet's reputation, and her future and for passing the baby off as our own. Hearing my daughter scream was like torture, wishing I could help but knowing there was little or nothing I could do. I remembered holding Y/n's hand as she gave birth to Violet and even then it was hellish to know someone I loved so much was in so much pain and there was nothing I could do. But... I know that all I can do is be here, be supportive, offer a hand, a kind word and hope it helps.

Soon enough the door opened to the midwife her bag packed, she saw me and nodded to me having already been briefed on the secrecy and the arrangement made. She slowly left and I took a breath before I headed inside seeing Violet on the bed wrapped up in a blanket, Y/n by her side.

"Hey sweetheart, how you doing?" I cooed coming and sitting on the bed with her stroking her blonde hair from her face,

"Pain."

"Yeah... a lot of pain" I chuckled,

"I have... so much respect for you," She said to Y/n, "How the crap did you do this without painkillers?"

"Strength, willpower, swearing at your father," Y/n laughed,

"A lot of swearing at me," I nodded, "She threw a shoe at me,"

Which made her laugh, but her tone turned sad. "I'm not as strong as you..."

"You had to deal with so much too, just becuase we did it differently doesn't mean it's worth any more or any less. You gave birth to a healthy baby and that is a miracle no matter how it's done." Y/n reassured her,

"Yeah thanks, Mom... and it's over now,"

"It's over now," I smiled "You did so good."

"Thanks, dad," she nodded,

"Did you want to hold your baby?" Y/n asked,

"...No." She answered, "He's not my baby. He's yours" She nodded,

"Are you sure?" I asked,

"I'm sure," She said,

"Okay, we all agree then from this moment on... he's our baby," Y/n asked and we all nodded agreeing to his secret between us,

"He?" I asked,

"He," Y/n nodded,

"Can I... Can I hold him?" I asked already getting teary,

Y/n rolled the little crib over and there lay the sweet little boy with a tuff of blonde hair, I smiled so widely as Y/n and I sat together and I picked up the little boy holding him in my arms and stroking his sweet little head,

"He's perfect,"

"He is isn't he," She cooed playing with his fingers,

"A sweet little baby boy." I cooed, "Ohh shit."

"Benny! Don't swear in front of the baby,"

"Sorry." I gulped, "But still... I painted the nursery lilac."

"Boys can like lilac," Violet shrugged,

"You love Lilac that's why you picked it," Y/n chuckled,

"But I could give him a space bedroom..." I told her,

"No space bedrooms,"

"Fine," I pouted, "Any ideas on names?"

"I had an idea,"

"Oh?"

"Well, we named Violet because of the sweet purple baby blanket they gave us in the hospital,"

"I'm named after a blanket?" Violet spoke up,

"We're not creative people," I shrug,

"Maybe we should do that for this little guy too?" Y/n suggested,

I glanced at the blanket he was wrapped up in by the midwife and I rasied an eyebrow to my wife, "Grey? You wanna name him Grey? Or silver? Or gloomy? or dismal? Are you trying to have a goth son? cause that's how we get a goth son."

"An element I highly doubt you'd complain about," She glared tugging my black shirt,

"Touche," I sighed, "But Grey?"

"I was thinking more... Sterling, Like silver."

"Sterling," I muttered, "God damn it I love it. This is just how it happened last time!"

"Seriously?" Violet asked,

"Yeah, we saw your blanket, and said aww how cute such a nice purple lavender colour, I said you really wanna name our daughter lavender and she suggested Violet. Thats it. Stuck. Now I'm not gonna like Sterling has stuck. Sterling Watts... Yep. Sold." I nodded,

"It does suit him," She nodded,

"I think so too, little Sterling," Y/n smiled kissing his head,

"You guys are gonna be great for him, I know you will," Violet smiled.

I sat on the couch bottle in my hand as I let Sterling feed while Y/n finished her shower, I let out a little yawn briefly pulling the bottle from his lips and he let out a little yawn too.

"Awww you're so cute," I cooed kissing his forehead,

"How's he doing?" Y/n asked as she came down with her towel still around her hair but dressed for the day ahead,

"Drinking away, got that glazed over milk drunk look," I chuckled, "Look at him, the lil drunkard, absolutely sloshed on that yummy milk,"

"Aww" She chuckled giving both of me and Sterling a kiss before she went to the door grabbing the mail that had come through the letter box while I had been feeding him,

"Morning," Violet smiled as she came down all ready for the day too,

"Good morning," I smiled,

"Hey baby Sterling," She smiled at him, "Hi Mom,"

"Hey sweetheart," Y/n greeted as she flipped through the mail coming to the living room Violet sat in the chair,

"What's the plan today then?" I asked,

"Pool with Melody and Fisher," Violet nodded,

"Ooohh sounds fun, just be-"

"Careful. I know Dad,"

"Good," I nodded,

"Okay, three for me, Four for Benny." Y/n said as she set her mail on the table and took Sterling from me handing me my letters, "And two for Violet,"

"Ooohh two? lil miss popular" I chuckled opening my own, mostly just tournament info and a bill, all of which I just gathered up as Y/n handed me her which were also just bills,

"I... I got a court date." Violet said,

"What?" I asked very confused,

"A court date, for... for his trial."

The room ran cold,

"You don't have to go," Y/n began,

"Oh no. I'm going." She snapped, "I am going, and I am going to tell them every word of what he did."

"We'll go with you," I told her, "Be by your side, not gonna lie I also wanna go just to make sure the cunt fries."

"Benny." Y/n glared,

"What? he is a cunt."

"But I do wanna go. I need to go."

"If you're sure sweetheart, we'll be with you every moment I promise. And if you want to leave at any point it's okay,"

"Thanks Mom,"

"And I will punch him if they let me close enough to him," I said,

"Thanks Dad,"

"Open the other letter maybe it's some... better news." I tried to cheer her up,

She nodded and opened up the other reading it over and immediately the tone changed, "I- I did it!" Violet smiled, "I got accepted!"

"To where?" Y/n excitedly,

Violet paused a moment before she yelled out with such excitement "Yale!"

Immediately we all erupted into joy giving her hugs and kisses and congratulating her on being accepted,

"We are so proud of you!" I smiled hugging her tight, "We love you Violet, our sweet baby girl,"

"I love you too Dad!" She cooed, "I love you too mom, so so much you've done so much for me I can't even begin to thank you,"

"Hey, we're your parents you never need to thank us for anything sweetheart," Y/n told her,

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