#their long courtship is important to me okay

[lululeighsworld]

Lorah: Lilac Knight's Love

Artist: @littledashdraws

Wanted to share this commission by Dash, who so lovingly illustrated my vision for Gunter's first wife!! Although Lorah's lived in my head since 2017, this is the first time I've had her drawn. Because I'm so thrilled over this art, I put together a little introduction for her!! you can read more about her below~

Residence: Duet Mountains Occupation: Farmer •❀• Bedside Nurse •❀• Homemaker Birthday: July 11 Gender: Female Relatives: Gunter (Husband) Katerina (Daughter)* Personality: Shy •❀• Bubbly •❀• Optimistic Hobbies: Crafting •❀• Gardening •❀• Baking Age: 21 (when she first meets Gunter) •❀• 36 (at death)

A Nohrian commoner whose known the kingdom's southern mountain range and neighbouring valleys her entire life, Lorah was a recognizable resident of her town even though she kept to herself. Learning the basics of herbal remedies from a young age, she would split her time between tending to the fields and easing the woes of the sick. In adulthood, she would chance upon meeting a Nohrian Great Knight during her town's annual spring festival. The couple's engagement, after seven years of courting, had become one of the most highly anticipated moments amongst the townsfolk.

*NOT the Nohrian Queen. I named their kid before I realized what Xander's mom's name was and by that point I was already ATTACHED (tell me Caterpillar is not the cutest nickname). So now the reason they share a name is lore relevant (which is a part of this fic!).

divider by saradika

[smallestapplin]

Aaa hi, I love how you write Prowl. If it's okay, can u request something cute with him and a human s/o?👉👈

I love Prowl so much, thank you OTL

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It's comical, really.

A giant robot man absolutely smitten by such a small human, you fit in the center of his servo, you climb him like he's a tree just get him to pick you up and place you on his desk.

Prowl is a very protective partner, he's already lost so many people he was close to, he refuses to let anything happen to you. Even if that means you sleep in his habsuite with him.

But what most intrigues you are his doorwings.

You've watched how bots like Starscream practically speak with his wings, how they flutter when he's happy, or fan out when he's angry, or tuck in close when he's scared.

Even bots with smaller doorwings like Bumblebee, it's a bit clunkier but much the same, you can read him just by looking at them.

But you can't with Prowl.

His stuck close to him, but never move not even a twitch unless he's transforming from his alt mode, it's the only time you've seen them move.

You can't read him.

You can't tell what his emotions are from them or what he's thinking. You tried asking Bee about them, only for him to get bashful and clam up.

You tried asking Skyfire, only for him to respond much the same, covering his face plate and refusing to look at you for a week.

Something about them was important and asking about them was somehow taboo.

"You're staring again."

You blink, snapping yourself from your thoughts. You look up, meeting his blue optics, his resting expression being all the greets you.

"What, is it illegal to stare at my handsome partner?" You smile, chuckling at how his cheeks dust with blue.

The energon flowing through him shows so prettily on his face, you can't help but stare. He narrows his optics at you, giving you a suspicious glance before going back to his reports.

"No, I suppose it's not something I could arrest you for, but a fine maybe."

You let out a fake gasp, which earns you a playful smirk from him. It always makes you melt that you are the only one that gets to see such a side of him, not many do.

Yet his wings still don't move.

You want to know what would it take for his wings to mirror his emotions, but it seems you're just going to have to test it out yourself.

"A fine? Oh officer how could you be so cruel." You whine for dramatic effect. Your heart skipping a beat when he chuckles.

"Hm, suppose I'll have to up the charge with that attitude. Say...three kisses sound fair?"

Prowl can feel his body twitching, longing to show his courtship to you in the way he instinctively knew how, but he's trained so long to keep his wings from moving.

But you make it so hard.

You make him want to be more show boating, to show everyone and the universe that you're his, that he's the lucky bot you deemed worthy to be your beloved.

You bashful giggle sends his spark into overdrive, you're just too precious for him, you make him a mess even though he doesn't want to admit it.

"Just three?"

The playful tone in your voice makes him snort.

"What, you want more? Just how needy are you?"

"Oh, so sorry that I like kissing my super hot boyfriend."

"Tch, you humans and your weird words."

"Shut up and lift me up, I want those kisses."

He rolls his optics before letting you hop up in his servo, lifting you up in front of his face plate. You see him hesitate for a moment, looking away from you for a split second before meeting your eyes once more.

Even still he's nervous, he can't believe someone so cute and sweet actually wants to be his partner and actually wants his affection.

He doesn't know what you see in him, but by Primus he won't disappoint you.

In the middle of his thoughts you take a few steps forward to be closer, and kiss his dermas. For once you've taken the stern bot by surprise, his optics widen a fraction, but then you hear it.

You hear a metal 'clunk!'

You pull away and manage to see behind him, his doorwings are up high and shaking. Prowl is quick to notice and forces them back down, fighting his own instincts to keep them close to his body.

"Did your-"

"No, no they didn't, you didn't see anything."

"Oh my god you moved them! They wiggled! Can you do that again, that was so cute!"

He's surprised at just how excited you are, he never thought his wings would mean that much to you, you're a human after all you don't understand the silent language wings hold.

Prowl looks to the door of his office, making sure it's still closed and that no bot is walking nearby, he will be damned if anyone else sees him like this.

With a groan and sigh he loosens his wires and lets his doorwings do what they want. You can't help but stare in awe and how they twitch and flutter.

"Thank you, I know it must be hard to let loose like this. I'm honored you're letting me see you like this."

You don't know how many centuries it took him to control his wings, just so enemies couldn't read his next moves or his emotions and get an upper hand.

You don't know how he felt like he lost apart of himself and his culture before the war.

You don't know how much your words meant to him.

"Hush up and kiss me again, would you?"

He grumbles, ignoring your chuckling at how angry pout even if it's not that angry.

"Whatever my sweet bot wants."

[silverynight]

By blood

<---Previous

Part XIII

They get to the inn quickly, well, Tanjirou does and Akaza gets inside through one of the windows to join him.

"Listen, I have something important to tell you–" Tanjirou has to stop mid sentence because Akaza pushes him gently towards the futon and kisses him on the cheek. "My Pillars–"

"Not now, Tanjirou, please," Akaza begs, grimacing at the mention of the hashira. "Not when I'm kissing you."

"But I thought you were hungry..." Tanjirou mumbles in confusion, only to feel his whole face like it's burning when the upper moon starts kissing his neck.

"I am starving," Akaza whispers into his skin, sighing before he begins to desperately unbutton his uniform.

"Wait," Tanjirou cups the demon's face, to make him stop and look at him. "You can bite my shoulder."

"But–"

"No, not my neck," the redhead insists, prompting Akaza to pout.

Still looking unhappy, Akaza nods before nuzzling against Tanjirou's cheek.

As usual, Akaza starts kissing Tanjirou's shoulder, like he used to do when he bit his thighs; it's ridiculous how obvious it is now that the upper moon was in love with him all this time.

Blushing to the tip of his ears, Tanjirou gasps when he feels lips against his chest; Akaza grins and takes the opportunity to kiss Tanjirou on the lips.

Now Akaza is completely on top of him; Tanjirou is not sure why, but now he feels like Akaza's hands on his waist are on fire... suddenly, Tanjirou is feeling warm...

He likes the sensation.

It doesn't hurt that much when Akaza finally sinks his teeth into his skin; Tanjirou even grabs Akaza by his pink hair because he feels like he needs something to hold onto.

Then a wave of pleasure follows as Akaza begins to lick the mark on Tanjirou's shoulder and then proceeds to kiss his way down towards one of Tanjirou's nipples; he doesn't recognize the moan that comes from his lips or even the way he arches against Akaza's body.

When he feels a tongue against it, Tanjirou pushes Akaza away.

"Wait. Wait. Slow. I want to take things slow." The redhead mumbles, trying not to look too flustered, even though he feels like he's burning inside. "You're courting me."

"This is part of the courtship," Akaza smirks, but he does move away. Although he lies next to Tanjirou and cuddles him.

"I don't believe you," Tanjirou chuckles, but he stops when he feels lips against his back.

"I want to leave a mark on your neck."

Tanjirou blushes to the tip of his ears before turning around and noticing that Akaza is just a few inches away from him. The upper moon smiles and leans to kiss the tip of Tanjirou's nose.

"Not... now. The Pillars are trying to get used to the idea of you courting me."

The smile vanishes from Akaza's face quickly.

"You told them."

"Yes, and they say it's alright as long it's what I want," Tanjirou can't help but smile because he's happy he'll get to be with the people he loves.

"I'm not going to lie, I was kinda hoping they would be against it so you'd choose to run away with me and live in the house I prepared for us and Nezuko."

"Akaza..."

"I know, I know," the upper moon whispers, kissing Tanjirou's lips again. "It's okay, I'm happy I get to be with you. As long as you don't leave me it's fine with me."

"I won't leave you."

"So I can pay you a visit at that place now?"

"Just let me talk about it with the Pillars and the butterfly girls. I don't want anyone to hurt you."

"Fine."

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There's only one thing left to tell the hashira... and it has to do with the fresh bite mark on his shoulder.

He needs all the luck in the world at the moment or at least he feels like he does.

Expecting to find Aoi and the butterfly girls there, Tanjirou gets startled when he almost bumps into Kocho and Himejima.

He has the feeling that he's in trouble and he confirms it when the insect hashira frowns and crosses her arms over her chest; at least Himejima only looks worried.

"Hi."

"Tanjirou..."

"I know," he sighs. He honestly feels bad about the whole thing. "I should've told you I was going on a mission."

"We were worried," Himejima takes him by the haori and picks him up into a warm hug; Tanjirou likes it when he does that.

"I'm sorry," he says then. However, when the others arrive, because they do and they're upset too, he tells them the truth. "I didn't tell you because I thought you were going to refuse to let me go on a mission."

"Of course we would!" Shinazugawa frowns. "You were not ready!"

"I was and I'm perfectly fine now too so I'll go on another soon," Tanjirou retorts, watching as Tomioka is about to say something, probably against it. "I'm not asking for permission; even though we are dating and I love you all, I can perfectly choose for myself."

"You're right, Tanjirou," Rengoku says after a while, although the redhead can see he's a little bit concerned still. "But we'll worry anyway. At least let us keep you company on the next one. Just one of us."

"Yes, but you have to promise to behave around Akaza."

"Does he always appear when you go on a mission?" Iguro asks, clearly not pleased at all.

"Yes."

"Did you see him this time?" By the tone Uzui uses, it's obvious none of them have gotten used to the idea of Tanjirou hanging out with an upper moon.

"Yes, I did. He was thristy," the redhead says, ready to tell them about the bites. He needs to do it now, otherwise he'll never do it.

"What do you mean?" Tokito mumbles, clearly upset by the word.

There's a dangerous tension in the air. However, Tanjirou unfastens the first two buttons of his uniform to show them his shoulder.

This time is Rengoku the one who growls at the sight of it and Tanjirou has to blink a couple of times in order to process what's going on, however, the flame hashira ends up controlling himself.

"He didn't hurt me," Tanjirou says. "And I gave him permission. You already knew about me giving him blood."

"Yes, but it's still not easy for us," Kocho tries to explain. "The thought of you being so vulnerable around him is..."

"Upsetting," Kanroji finishes the sentence, looking not happy at all. It's almost like she's pouting.

"Before you knew about this," Tanjirou begins as the blush starts spreading from his cheeks towards his neck. "I didn't want you to find out what was going on..."

"So you used the bandages, we know about this part already," Uzui cuts in and even though he tries to appear nonchalant, he seems even more tense now.

All of them are. Part of Tanjirou wants to stop, but he knows he should say it.

"Yes, but you were getting suspicious and worried so I was trying to come up with another way to hide it from you," he continues, watching as Tomioka's expression turns into a desperate plea as he realizes he's not going to like what he's about to hear. "So he said he could bite my thighs instead. And he's been doing that... at least up to this point."

"I am going to break his neck."

The most concerning thing is that Shinazugawa doesn't yell this time, but Tanjirou can still feel rage coming from him. None of them say anything against that statement either.

"You promised you wouldn't hurt him."

"Does he usually kiss you before he bites you?" Kanroji asks and Tanjirou gets startled when he notices that her eye is twitching.

Turning completely red in seconds, Tanjirou nods, then he reminds himself Himejima is there with them too so he mumbles: "Yes."

"You know what?" Kocho says suddenly, smiling dangerously. "Tell him he can come here. One of us will be present whenever he's with you."

Then Tanjirou finally realizes why their scents changed that drastically... he finally knows which emotion smells so strongly.

They are jealous.

"Promise you won't hurt him."

There's an uncomfortable silence that lasts longer than Tanjirou would've liked.

"We won't kill him," Himejima says then, which is still concerning. Because he's not that happy either.

After thinking about it for a bit, Tanjirou decides that he's been unfair to his hashira so he thinks about doing something to make them feel better. He doesn't want them to think he cares more about Akaza because he loves them too.

"You can..." He stammers, face getting warmer with each second, he has to look away because he can't see them at the moment. "You can kiss my thighs too, if that's what you want."

It's ridiculous, Tanjirou regrets saying that immediately, he looks back at them to apologize or beg them to forget it when he realizes that they have been staring at him in a weird way; they're blushing hard and their mouths are open.

Their scents have changed too; they're sweet and yet spicy too somehow. Tanjirou is not sure what kind of emotion is that, but it's an intense one for sure.

"Yes! And I'll go first!" Tokito recovers quickly and despite his height and appearance, he carries Tanjirou in his arms like he weighs nothing.

"Can we give you hickeys too?" Rengoku asks, looking very enthusiastic out of the sudden.

"Soft bites, yes," Tanjirou stammers, covering his face with both hands.

They seem to have forgotten about Akaza at the moment, but now Tanjirou has the feeling that he got himself into a different kind of trouble.

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[emjiroki]

Omegaverse *and* tribal au just the thought has me freaking drooling...... and the world building opportunities that secondary genders could bring in to tribal life like just imagining all the ways it could work is so cool!

Also just like. Enji in leather and jewelry and nothing else... Enji in the firelight under a full moon... Enji with tattoos that celebrate his successes... Enji scooping you up and carrying you to somewhere at least passably private to fuck your brains out....... 🥺😳👉👈

AAAAAAHHHHHH okay yes this has been making me crazy!!!! (Disclaimer the only reason the tribal au headcanons weren't Omegaverse was because a nice anon asked if I could make the headcanons regular, I totally understand that Omegaverse is not for everyone! BUT NOW I HAVE A GREAT EXCUSE TO GO FERAL) sorry it took so long everyone I hope you enjoy

Link to the non a/b/o tribal headcanons

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Your courtship was short, a week at the gathering before you agreed to travel back with him to the mountains and only a month before he publicly proclaimed before his tribe council that he, their Chief, would be taking you as his mate and future bride

Enji knows you're his fated mate from the moment he sees you. He always kind of knew his former omega wasn't it, inspite of the arranged marriage. After she had left back to her home tribe he really thought he'd never find love again, until he met you at one of the large tribe gatherings during the harvest season. Your scent drew him in like a moth to a flame and he knew you were his

He did his best to keep to tradition and not copulate with you until your bonding ceremony, so the foreplay was almost constant. He was barely in the mindset for meetings with his tribe members or any sort of celebrations or other important ceremonies, his mind constantly fixated on stretching you on his fingers and drinking your slick down like ambrosia. Your cries of pleasure were like angels singing in his ears and could be heard very clearly to anyone straying too close to his hut. Unfortunately for them...

The first full moon of the summer season finally came your bonding ceremony, he had discussed his tribal traditions with you before hand to make sure you were comfortable and that you weren't caught off guard due to the nature of the ceremony. The beginning was simple, Enji slaughters a goat for a blood sacrifice in your honor and the Shaman paints the blood across you and Enji’s chest first, across your heart for eternal love and across your face and eyelids to ward off negativity and evil. But the second half of the ceremony after your marital beads are place around your throats is the part he tried to make you comfortable with

The tribe council has to be present for the official bonding and first knotting, to at least see you connected and bonding marks fresh bleeding. It made you a little uneasy at first, but with Enji being as aggressive as he is they all kept their eyes to the floor as he shielded you from their view.

He was delicate as he laid you against the fur bedding, whispering reassurance and promises against your skin as he breached your virgin entrance for the first time. The combination of your scents and smell of your blood staining his cock had him nearly going feral but he kept himself steady so he didn't hurt you. It was the last thing he ever wanted to do. "I love you, so much. Endless as the river my sweet omega" he whispers as he kisses the overwhelmed tears from your cheeks. And you believed him, could feel it through the grip of his fingers laced with yours above your head as he began to move and fuck into your soft body. It took a few minutes to adjust to his size but soon you were calling for more, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him into you until his flushed head was tapping your cervix with every thrust of his hips.

Enji was coming to his end just as soon as he expected, your tightness milking everything from him until he was dizzy with your sweet scent flooding his senses. He was holding back drool as he watched your eyes roll back and your pretty swollen lips part in ecstasy. "A-Alpha I'm-" "Cum for me love, let me feel you so I can give you everything" with a strangled and barely coherent cry you were tensing and squeezing around him so hard it nearly forced him out until one of his strong hands locked your hips into place as he growled deeply and released into your warmth, his knot sealing your entrance to keep his cum inside.

With aftershocks of your orgasms racking our bodies you two sealed the bond, your mating marks red, raw, and prominent against your throats as you tasted each others blood. Everything felt calm and peaceful after the bond was set, the pheremones calming and instincts feeling the rightness of everything settling in. The council was all but forgotten about until the motion of them leaving the hut had Enji snarling and holding you close to his body protectively, your blood staining against his chin and bringing forth the true animal version of his instincts that had your inner omega preening and purring against his strong chest.

After a moment you could hear the tribe cheering from the news of your consumation, the great bonfire starting and soon the smell of roasting meat reached your hut and your growling stomachs. "As soon as the knot releases we can join the celebration if you'd like" he says quietly as he strokes his fingers along your spine in a soothing pattern, your own fingers tracing the tattoos along his chest and arms, his many years of success telling stories across his skin. "I'd like that, but could we spend a bit longer in here together, just us?" You asked, feeling vulnerable after your private moment. "Of course, anything for you" he says with a rumbling purr, nosing against his mating mark, "my beloved mate and soon to be mother of my pups".

If anyone has anymore Tribal au thoughts or requests send them my way because I love this au!!! Doesn't have to be omegaverse btw

[kamisatomay018]

My Saviour: Part 4

Warnings: mention of emotionally abusive parents, angst with comfort, fluff

Time to see protective Ayato! Finally lol. This part will be very lengthy!

It had been 2 months since the news of Kamisato Ayato courting Hiragi Y/N spread all across Inazuma. Everyone was beyond excited, and the excitement of their courtship hadn’t died down even now. After everything that occurred in Inazuma, a wedding of this magnitude was welcomed with open arms. These 2 months were perhaps the happiest days of your entire life. Ayato treated you like a princess, he observed every little thing about you, remembered your likes and dislikes and showered you with presents. He would come to visit you often in Ritou, for your parents didn’t allow you to leave the island. No matter, as long as he was with you, no one else in Teyvat was on your mind. Your bond had grown stronger, and you knew you were falling for him. He could make you smile so effortlessly, giving you cheeky compliments, trying out new and weird Dango milk flavours together and playing chess had become core memories with you. He came to visit you almost every day for the first month, but then his work kept him busy, due to which he couldn’t come to see you that often.

That does not mean he forgot about you though. No, you were always on his mind, invading his thoughts, taking over his dreams and his heart. He would send hand written letters and gifts to you in Ritou through the hands of his most trusted housekeeper, Thoma. Ayaka also came to visit you a lot, she was the happiest person in inazuma when you two agreed to get married. Her best friend and her brother getting married was the best thing that could ever happen.

However, not everything was okay in your life. While becoming Ayato’s fiancé made you the happiest woman ever, your parents had grown to dislike him even more. Why you ask? Because he made you happy. In their eyes, someone like you did not deserve to be happy after making their lives so miserable. They were forcing you into marriage thinking that you’d live the rest of your life subdued and controlled by a manipulative man, but to their dismay Ayato had saved you, and now they would see you smile way more than you ever had. The only reason why they kept quiet about their dislike for this marriage was due to the attention they were getting. Your parents were never really that important in your household, for your fathers older brother was the one leading the Kanjou Commission. But now, the announcement of your marriage to the Yashiro Commissioner had given your parents renewed importance. Besides, every single person in Inazuma knew better than to mess with the Yashiro Commissioner.

That did not stop them from making your life miserable though. Their behaviour was getting worse, their words were sharper than the blade of the strongest of swords. You payed no heed to them whenever you could help it, trying to focus on the happiness you had found.

It had been two weeks since you and Ayato had met, and today you saw Thoma again, with a gift in his hand. “Lady Hiragi! My lord wanted me to deliver this to you, and express his affection for you.” You smiled shyly, accepting the gift with gratitude. “Thank you Thoma, please thank him from my side, I will send him a letter today itself.” Thoma nodded, bidding you farewell as he headed back to Inazuma city.

You came back to your bedroom, opening the package and gasped seeing its contents. There lay a fine box of paints, each made from flowers all over Teyvat. There were over 20 vibrant colours, each packaged so intricately in embroidered glass bottles. You knew he must’ve spend a fortune in buying these, and once again you felt like the luckiest woman in Teyvat. You had told him about your love for art about a month ago, and you remember how enthralled he was, asking you all sorts of questions about the different types of painting techniques and art styles. It was that day you realised that Ayato was very fond of art, and his curiosity and willingness to learn about something you were so fond of made your heart warm. He truly had outdone himself by giving you this gift. You carefully closed the box of paints, deciding to keep it somewhere safe and hidden, but alas, fate had other plans.

Your parents barged into your room, making you gasp, your eyes widening with fear. You knew their hatred towards your love for painting, and if they found out what Ayato had gifted you, they would destroy it. Your father noticed the slight panic in your eyes, and his eyes went towards the box you were holding so close to yourself. “What are you holding huh?! Show me now!” “It’s nothing father, just a gift Lord Kamisato sent..” “Do you think I’m stupid girl? I said, hand me the box now!” You were helpless, but you tried to put up a brave front. This gift was too precious to be destroyed, and you were tired of your parent’s’ behaviour.

“Why father?” You saw the way his eyes turned dark with rage, and he stormed towards you, snatching the box from your hands despite your struggle. “How dare you question me in my own house you ungrateful girl?!” You saw as he opened the beautiful box, revealing delicate glass bottles filled with paints. “Paints in my house? After telling you countless times to quit this nonsense and behave like a proper lady? Have you no shame?!” You felt your heart drop, wanting to protect Ayato’s gift from your father, as you tried to go to him, only to be held back by your mother, who was furiously glaring at you. “How dare you have the audacity of disobeying your father!” She yelled, her grip on your wrists burning you. Before you could reply, you heard a loud crash, and right there and then, your heart broke with the same intensity. You looked back, seeing the once beautifully bottled paints on the floor, broken shards of glass all over your room. You let out a cry of agony, falling on the floor, trying to somehow salvage the disaster. “NO! Why…why…” you cried helplessly, as you somehow tried to collect the paint back, desperately trying to save the precious gift your fiancé had given to you with so much love. You hissed as the shards of glass pierced through your soft skin, your crimson blood now mixing with the paints on the floor.

While you were on the floor, weeping in agony, your mother marched towards your drawer, finding what she had suspected: the bunch of letters Ayato had been sending to you. Your head snapped in her direction when you heard the ripping of paper, and you felt your already broken heart get crushed under the weight of your mother’s heartless actions. “MOTHER! STOP, PLEASE!” But your pleas were unheard and ignored, as she tossed the torn pieces of paper into the fireplace. “Disobedient girls like you need to be taught a lesson” you heard the cold voice of your mother speak, as you were left on the floor, tears falling endlessly onto your cheeks. You looked at them, the very people who had given birth to you; who seemed so pleased seeing you broken and wounded. “WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU BOTH? What did I do to deserve this!?” This seemed to anger your parents even more, as your mother gripped onto your hair, making you look at her and her husband. “You are no one to raise your pathetic voice at us! It is because of us that you are marrying that fool, and you do not deserve love! You have ruined our lives, your existence is a mistake! It would’ve been better if we had no child!”

Your father then added in a cold voice. “You are not stepping out of this house now. It’s time you learnt your place you ungrateful child.” And just like that, they left, locking you inside your room. You wept bitterly, as all the tears of pain and agony came crashing down on you. You felt pathetic, powerless and weak. You could not protect your happiness, you could not protect the love filled letter and gift that your fiancé had taken so much effort to prepare for you. You sat there, hands bleeding while your heart and soul wept bitterly. You missed Ayato so much, but now how were you going to reach him? You were trapped, locked like a prisoner. You did not know what was going to happen to you now.

Ayato paced back and forth in his study, a frown visible on his usually calm face. It had been 2 weeks since he sent you the paints, but he had not heard from you at all. No letter, no messengers, nothing. There was a strong feeling of dread and unease in his heart, as if something was terribly wrong. He needed to see you, he was afraid something had happened. although you never shared the details, he knew your parents were bad people, and he also knew they disliked him greatly. Had they harmed you in some manner in his absence? He had to stay in inazuma city due to continuous meetings with the almighty Shogun about removing the Sakoku decree as well as forming compensations to the people who were drastically affected by the vision hunt decree. She had changed into a gentle god, and all of inazuma was very grateful for that.

“Sir, we have a little intel.” He heard one of his shumatsubaan say, whom he had sent over to Ritou earlier this morning to check up on you somehow. “What is it?” “The Hiragi Estate is heavily guarded, especially the area near the back gardens where Lady Hiragi Y/N’s room is situated. They have also forbidden any visitors at the moment. Moreover, the people of Ritou have not seen or heard anything about her in over two weeks.” Ayato’s heard grew even more uneasy. It was as he had feared, something had happened to you. “You may go, thank you for your service.” The man bowed and left, as Ayato took a deep breath, feeling anger seeping into his chest. He was going to get you out of there today. If he found even a single scratch on your being, he would rain hell on your parents. He immediately left his home, heading straight towards Ritou.

Upon his arrival at the Hiragi estate, he saw the panic in the guards eyes. How could they deny the Yashiro Commissioner entry? Ayato payed them no heed, storming into the household, his eyes filled with rage as every single clue lead to only one conclusion, his love being harmed. As he walked into the living room, your mother’s eyes widened. How was that wretched Kamisato boy here? “L..lord Kamisato! What a pleasant surprise, what is the matter-“ “with all due respect Lady Hiragi, I am not here for pleasantries, I wish to meet my fiancé right now please.” Ayato’s ice cold tone cut her off, his eyes dark and threatening.

“Ah..well you see, Y/N is..resting! Perhaps you can meet her another day?” Ayato took a deep breath to somehow calm down as the urge to reach for his sword grew stronger than ever. Did these old fools think he was dumb? “Lady Hiragi. I wish to see Y/N. right. Now.” Hearing the commotion, your father rushed towards his wife, only to see their worst nightmare right inside their house. “Kamisato Ayato, what inappropriate behaviour is this, marching into someone’s home?” Ayato laughed at his words, but that laugh sent a chill down the couple’s spine. It was a cold and menacing laugh, one that made them feel weak in front of the Yashiro Commissioner.

“Do you both take me to be a fool? Did you really think that trapping my soon to be wife was a wise decision?” He stood up, his patience completely spent as he walked closer to your father, easily towering over the shorter man. Ayato’s voice was deep and unforgiving, his voice laced with venom. “If any of you try to stop me, I will tear down every single wall of this house until I see my love. And if I find a single scratch on her, not even the Almighty Shogun will be able to save you from my wrath.” With these words, ayato walked off, trying to locate your room.

You were sitting in a corner of your room, head buried between your arms. Your once glowing face was now dull and lifeless, the dark circles around your eyes evidently showing the countless nights you had not slept. You had not been able to step out of your house, the maids only gave you one meal a day. You missed Ayato so much, his beautiful lavender eyes, his deep voice, his honeyed words and the warmth of his embrace. You missed him so much, but you could not do anything, powerless before the wrath of your parents who had once again managed to break you. However, you frowned hearing loud and hurried footsteps approaching your room, as the door of your room opened. Your eyes widened seeing the person you were longing for in front of your eyes. “Ayato…”

To say that his heart broke was a cruel understatement. He felt his soul twist in agony, his blood boil in anger and his eyes tear up seeing your condition. You looked so weak, so frail, your dull and lifeless eyes surrounded with dark circles. Your room was a mess, and he noticed the shattered glass bottles of the paints he had gifted you near the corner you were sitting in. In the fireplace was the residue of burnt paper, and it didn’t take long for him to figure out what had happened. He rushed to you, immediately taking you in his arms. “Daarin…”

You broke down into sobs hearing his voice, clutching onto his blazer. Finally he was here, the warmth you longed for engulfed you like a bonfire on a snowy night. You held onto him like your life depended on it, crying uncontrollably. What you did not know was that tears had fallen down Ayato’s eyes too. He felt so horrible for leaving you alone in this hell, so horrible for being unable to protect you. Seeing you in such a state hurt him more than any blade ever had. Your cries were breaking his heart. Still, he held himself strong for you, gently caressing your hair, holding you so close. “Hush my love, I’m here with you..none of this is your fault, I’m so sorry for leaving you alone here..”

You shook your head, not wanting him to feel guilty for what had happened. You looked up into those lavender eyes you loved so much, your bottom lip trembling with guilt and remorse. “Ayato…I’m sorry…I couldn’t save your gift..father broke it…and mother burnt all your letters…I couldn’t do anything..forgive me for being so weak..” you ended up sobbing again, and Ayato engulfed you in his arms, kissing your forehead. “Shhh my love…you are not weak, none of this was your fault. I will gift you a hundred more of those paints, I will write a million more letters to you. What matters to me is you Daarin. You are the bravest woman I’ve ever seen..And now that im here, I promise you on my honour, I will not let you step a foot into this house again. Im going to get you out of here.”

You looked up at him, hesitant and unsure of how this would work, being afraid of the public gossip this action might invoke. As if reading your thoughts, Ayato wiped your tears away gently, his voice being gentle, but his words were full of anger. “I’m going to make them pay. They will spend the rest of their lives, wishing they had never dared to harm you. I will bring justice to you love, you have my word. No one harms my Family.”

[mur4sak1]

When another elf flirts with you

A/N: hello everyone, these two little headcanons came to my mind these days and I really hope you like them <3 (Remember that english is not my first language so i hope i wrote in the best way)

Maedhros

Situation: You and your elf are at a meeting with unknown elves who come from afar for negotiations. You are in a large and spacious room when suddenly a blond elf approaches you and starts talking to you, but you both soon realize that he has other intentions.

Maedhros had been busy talking to diplomats for a long time and you were starting to get bored; you knew nothing about politics and it seemed that in all that speech you were topo much. You and the high elf had recently begun courtship and your relationship could be said to be still hidden from the public, so no one would understand why a small female figure like you was constantly with the red-head elf. You decided to move away and reach an emptier and more hidden corner of the room where there was a large window that overlooked the wide valleys of the Hithlum (we are before Angbad); they were beautiful, full of vegetation of all kinds. The landscape had enchanted you so fast that you did not realize the arrival of an unknown elf who scared you. “You scared me,” you said. He immediately excused, introducing himself as Nehte. He was tall, blond, and obviously from a wealthy family because of his clothes. Right away you started talking and he seemed very nice and polite. However, you son understood that his intention was different. The situation was becoming embarrassing and you decided to go away and say goodbye, but he didn't seem to agree with your choice at all; He got closer and closer, blocking you to the wall "oh, come on beauty, don't do that". “Let me go,” you said in a voice cracked with terror. “Why should I-“. He couldn't even finish the sentence that your elf pushed him away. He had noticed it right away, from the first approach at the window but he had decided not tondo anything, he was in the middle of a very important negotiation and he certainly couldn't give up everything for a bit of jealousy. But when he saw you stuck to the wall, he didn't think twice about coming to you to see if everything was going well and hearing his words he became blind due to anger. "What are you doing," said Nehte jokingly. “Don't you dare go near her anymore or you won't see the sunlight,” Maedhros replied in a low, intimidating voice as he placed you behind him. To interrupt the tension was Maglor, who as soon as he saw his brother run away angry and you scared he became very worried. He asked what was going on and in reply Nehte said they were just having fun. Maedhros was increasingly angry at the superficiality with which he described you and Maglor was forced to ask him to leave the room otherwise the negotiations could not have concluded. Once the elf was away, Maedhros turned abruptly towards you to make sure you were all right and seeing you exit unscathed he calmed down. "Okay guys, I see that everything is fine but now we have to go back to the negotiations, otherwise we could risk a lot" said Maglor. The redhead nodded and walked away with his brother who, before turning around, gave you a comforting smile. Throughout the evening your elf kept an eye on you, intimidating any stranger who would even try to get close to you. Whether you were near or far from him, he always managed to make you feel safe.

Celegorm

Situation: One evening in an inn an elf gets too close to you. although there was nothing between you, it made Celegorm upset, and not a Little

It was late in the evening when celegorm and his brother Curufin decided to go to a club in the village to drink and celebrate as they used to do and that time they asked you too to go with them. You had been going out with Feanor's two sons for some time and you couldn't deny that you felt a not a little strong attraction for the blond elf that made you immediately accept the invitation. You decided to wear a beautiful long dress that made you feel beautiful, with the hope that he could see you too like this… he was a very charming elf, full of woman so your hopes of attracting his attention were small, but not 0. You had just finished getting ready when you heard a knock on the door "Come on, we're late" Curufin said to urge you to hurry up. "It'll be time to get the bag right away!" When Celegorm heard these immediately began to complain and walk back and forth impatiently, saying that it would be better to leave and find yourself at the inn because the women ook too long to prepare. "Here I am," you said as you opened the door. "Not bad for the human", said Curufin drawing the attention of his brother who turned away still annoyed. "You did it then" as soon as he saw you he couldn't take his eyes off you, the dress made you a gorgeous body and unexpectedly something in him woke up. "Do you like it? “. "Not bad," he replied. Curufin gave his brother a shoulder inviting him to calm the hormones and Celegorm replied with an annoyed snort, as if it had had no effect on him. Then you all walked to reach the destination.

*at the inn*

Inside the inn the noise was at its maximum, many elves and humans dancing, drinking and having fun. You were sitting at a large table with some friends of the boys and quite a few female elves who immediately tried it on with the blond. Curufin was married and he wasn't interested in other company, so he spend a lot of time talking with you, pointing out how different elves were watching you from a distance; the dress had impressed many, but it didn't seem ti have it done on Celegorm, who was constantly flirting with women of all kinds. Curufin, who understood your interest in his brother, decided to take the reins of the situation . He made you get up and take you in front of the bar right next to the table where he started talking to an elf that seems to be a friend. He was very handsome, tall and with brown hair. He introduce you to him, who was surprised of how beautiful you were and with the excuse of going to the bathroom, Curufin leave you alone. The elf didn't stop looking at you and Celegorm noticed this, something was bothering him but nothing that could make him worry, after all that elf was nothing compared to him and you would never have agreed to dance with him. Against all he asked you, and you accepted; you knew that Celegorm was there, but you wanted to have fun and have a nice evening too so you immediately took tre first chance. The band in the club was playing engaging music, much closer to the human style than the elven one, so as you danced you looked very confident, and this was noticed by both the blond and the brown. More time passed, more the Curufin's friend searched contact. Suddenly your eyes meets Celegorm’s, apparently he seemed annoyed but in reality he was furious. You continued to watch him when the brown elf got too close to you, placing his hands on your hips and bring you closer to his . Celegorm leapt from his chair leaving all the women he was with and joined you. "Ok dude now it's too much, it's my turn" he said grabbing you by the hips and making you turn towards him. The elf didn't even try to get closer to you, he knew he was Curufin's brother and it was better not to argue with him. So he chose the safest way , and went off into the crowd. "But what are you doing" you pushed him slightly away from you to be able to look at his face. “He was fucking you with his gaze.” “And even if it were?” You replied "what would you care, I'm nothing to you". The elf's gaze became intense, so much so that time almost seemed to slow down. Suddenly he grabbed you and turned you around, allowing you to feel how you were making him turning on at that moment. “Do you really think all of those woman would be able to create this by doing nothing?” He said pushing you closer and closer to him. You swallowed hard after this sentence, bringing a smirk to the blond's face. "Now better get out of here, or all these men will continue to look at you and this annoys me quite a bit".

[emry-stars-art]

okay but what happens after andrew confirms that yes he has indeed been courting neil f o r e v e r? like what is neil's reaction 👁️👁️

@ myself: wow haha this got angsty

I know I’m in a fluffy mood but I needed to sit down and really think about this (mind maps and random thought association and all) and it is not great at first! Neil’s immediate reaction, I mean 😭

First, here’s Andrew’s side of the thing for your reading pleasure

And I don’t know how to write Abram’s pov in scene form because it’s so like. Heartbreaking insane in my head. Yes, first there’s 100% this thought process (that’s supposed to be slightly comical but became not that, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for this to happen) thank you @jtl-fics for the comments I’ve screenshotted from this post:

Second: he begins to feel incredibly guilty that he’s taking this from someone that’s infinitely much more deserving, whoever that is, as long as it’s not him. He was ready for Andrew to find someone he actually deserves. Now he feels like he’s ‘tricked’ Andrew into developing feelings for him, like Abram is a persona that isn’t real enough for Andrew to fall for but he’s tricked him anyway.

Third: Abram is an extension of Andrew’s resources. He’s still an attack dog but one that’s been re-homed, allowed to be much less violent and treated with respect and care that he can accept even if it doesn’t always feel deserved. Abram keeps a dagger at his hip to protect himself, Andrew keeps Abram. When Andrew asks “not what,” it’s something like I’m not that, I’m not an option, I am not even close enough to touch. There is no Abram, there is nothing here for you to love. You can’t. But even if there isn’t, Abram doesn’t need to be a person in that way for Andrew to handle him, use him, however he wants to.

That’s when Abram calms down, I think. That’s something he knows. He’s repressed his own feelings for Andrew so deep that he’d take it, too, he really would let Andrew use him if he wanted to. And it would be the best thing that ever happened to him. He thinks if Andrew is so certain he wants Abram this way, he can be perfect. Abram can be perfect for him, he’s determined to be.

(But that’s a thought process that comes on so quickly and so fully that Abram’s brain actually does let go of his personhood again. This time, though, with no one telling him to attack, he tries instead to be whatever he thinks Andrew wants. So - compliant and receptive.

This is not what Andrew wants.)

But after Abram takes his time away, talking to both Allison and Katelyn about it (they’re both really helpful in their own distinct ways) he understands that Andrew really meant it - he wants Abram as a person that he’s able to have, he wants Abram’s personality and his words and the parts of him he can’t control. Maybe Abram doesn’t even fully realize the scope of his own feelings before accepting the courtship, this time with a clear head and almost shaking with nerves but with a different kind of certainty that Andrew actually does accept. It takes a long time and a lot of assurance but Andrew is patient, until Abram will return gifts and gestures of affection. It actually does so so much to help Abram reclaim his humanity, seeing newly familiar behaviors directed at him with real intention.

Thank you for the ask, this was a point I felt was important to figure out for a while and this prompted me to get around to it! Probably not what you imagined but i uhhh. Sorry 🤧

(Curious? Find a small masterpost of this royal au here 💕)

[elvesandlanterns]

Ghost Helpline part 3. Diana was shocked, hurt and elated all at once! “Your grandmother is Pandora?! I did not know that she even had a child! I am ecstatic to meet you Konstelacio. Oh my I call you cousin?” This was it! as far apart as the separation between Pandora and Themyscia may be Diana would take any family she could. The loneliness of childhood gnawed at her.

“Oh no! I’m not Pandoras Grandchild!” The girl crossed and uncrossed her arms into an X to show her dismissal, “She is a good mentor! And a wonderful family confidant! If anything she’s like my Nanny.”

Constantine began to sweat buckets.

Diana shouted, “Wait…is Pandora…” lips thinned.

“A ghost ? Yes”

- Tim stared at Konstelacio, she had begun to breathe deeply, averting her eyes from Wonder Woman, feet shuffling together. She was exhibiting shame. And Tim understood the feeling well, that you were too unworthy to even be held in comparison to someone else. Someone whose shoes you could never even dream of filling. “Do Demons have grandmas?” Uhhh speedsters.

“Yes”

“That’s so cool! Who’s yours?”

“I don’t know.”

Oh oh those golden eyes looked tired. As tired as Jason’s eyes had been after his first gala, Dick thought. They may have both been adopted but Jason was treated to so much contempt being from the streets, so much fake pity. /Oh poor kid doesn’t even know who his mom is./Dick knew Jason hated it all.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter.”

/It doesn’t matter Dick! Just drop it!/ the eldest robin frowned.

Damian tsked, “What about your parents? I would suppose even monsters need those? Also landing community service instead of some harsher punishment must mean you have some connection to authority in your ‘realm’ no?”

The little girl grinned, “Yes something like that.”

She has nearly everyone in the room duped, Constantine side eyed the Bats nearly. He knew that smile; a tad too wide eyes, a fraction to tight smile, the inexplicable about of understanding and kindness up until this point… this was the grin of a con artist.

- “I know quite a lot of important people! Why Pandora herself is my nanny! And my supervisor is my uncle.”

“Tsh- is that not a conflict of interest?”

“Doesn’t matter,” John wished he was allowed to smoke in space, “No more wasting time, now that we know you can help us what’s your price?”

“Hhhuuu what? Oh the price for the antidote will have to come later, after all you technically aren’t getting it from me. I’ll have to ask nanna and whoever else decides to help what the want. It’s only fair.”

“We see,” Batman’s low tone sounded. “And the dragon-“

Her hand stuck out shyly, “Tips are always welcomed tho…after all I am still providing a service.”

“We don’t …”

“It takes me a lot of energy and time to help you mortals so much. I’m so tired already.”

Batman’s mouth stilled, “We-“

A blur of red, “Oh are you hungry? Do you need anything? Let me get you a chair, snacks..”

“No no chair! Nothing is going threw that circle !” Constantine yelled, “Do you have any idea what could happen!”

“She’s a child!”

“She’s a demon!”

“Constantine is right.”

“Bats you can’t be serious, just look at her?”

“Flash we know your intentions are in the right place but we just can’t risk it! We also can’t risk not clearly defining what she considers a tip.” Zatanna signed how long have they been here, the girl looked harmless enough but something about her made her skin crawl.

“A favor would be nice! Especially from the red one!”

“See who knows what she could end up asking for.”

“Oh I see I’m sorry,” she looked down dejected, “ I do suppose no one carries favors for ladies around anymore hhhmmm and none of you have handkerchiefs? Awww”

“Why would you want something like that ?!?” Diana was horrified, her to be cousin was a child! No men, man, demon should be giving her favors to begin a courtship! “Flash!”

“Oh no no I wasn’t defending you to-“

“I know I know I just wanted one from you cuz you were nice to me.”

“That’s still doesn’t explain why you would ask for a favor as a tip?” Diana looked as the girl flushed in embarrassment. “I -I -I just want one to show my friends that’s all just to prove that I could get one that’s all! Uummmm cousin???” She hesitated regretful as soon as the word had come out.

“Oh I see are your friends giving you a hard time? Well I say the only one that would be appropriate to give you such a thing would be Robin… the youngest that is.”

The bats looked back at Damian oh dear lord sweat god don’t -

“Tch- here.”

Oh

Damian tossed a handkerchief towards the circle. “You just carry a handkerchief with you?” “Of course I do I’m not a heathen unlike you Drake.”

The toss was barely thrown in her direction when it disappeared entirely. “Where…”

“No worries I just put it in my inventory. Now then I’ll be on my way.”

“Wait!”

“Huh?” Big doe eyes blinked up at them all in confusion.

“The dragon! What about that thi- guy.” Hal scruffed out.

The girl brightened up, “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything for that! After all Aragon the one that broke his patrol. So I’m sure as soon as I send my report someone will come deal with it eventually.”

“Eventually?!” Hal’s hand hit the table, who was this kid?

“Well yes, tons of reports go in everyday! It is the INFINITE realms after all! Who knows when they’ll get to yours.” She shrugged as if it was all just a matter of convenience as if that very dragon haven’t terrorized and destroyed lives throwing its tantrum.

Superman chewed his lip, as this meeting contributed to drag on he had no doubt Aragon would continue to destroy everything in its path. “Wait what about your connection, surely you know someone that can help ? What about your supervisor uncle ?” Clark needed this to stop, he couldn’t even land a punch on this guy. Nothing worked and he was already weak to magic. This has to stop.

“Well I suppose I can but it’ll cost you.”

“Wait just a minute!”

“Do we even have anything you want?” Clark raked his mind over ideas in his head, for a tip all she had wanted was a handkerchief an old school way of showing off to her friends like any normal girl. “We don’t have much but I’m sure we could think of something???”

“It’s okay Mr. Superman.” Konstelacio lite up “I’ll just take something you mortals don’t really think about hhhmmm something small.”

Hal sighed as he leaned back, “You sure we can’t just give her a dog?”

“Ugh fuck this mate I need a light,” forget not being allowed to smoke up here all these idiot we’re getting on John’s last nerve, “Ugh drat! I could have sworn I had my lighter in my pocket.”

“Oh you mortals losing things in your own pocket. Oh that’s what I want in return!”

“A lighter? Smoking is -“

“I want your pockets.”

“What do you mean?”

The devil grinned, “Your pockets, empty them.”

#@starkcravingmad

[bluiex]

A WHOLE TAG?? FOR ME?? FOR MY LITTLE AU??? AAAA!!! /POS

So. Watcher Royal Hierarchy, and courtship etiquette, go!

First off, The Hierarchy. It’s split into six groups: The Seen, The Workers, The Guards, The Servants, The Council, And The Ruler. But, the society can still run with only five of the six present. (This will be important later ;]).

The Seen are basically the Peasants, and they can be anyone from a prisoner, to a Worker or Guard’s child, or someone who simply lives there, typically for some sort of fee. They don’t get any special treatment, and, despite not technically being workers, they can work mundane daily jobs, or create art and writings, or just not work at all. They are typically not permitted to leave the premises of the caverns

The Workers are exactly what they sound like. They are paid usually large sums of diamonds, and any peasant, if not a prisoner or currently a child, can be moved up to a Workers position within a month or two. They are permitted to leave the Caverns on designated days, and typically only for work related reasons.

The Guards are also exactly what they sound like. Typically, they are born into their position, or train extensively for their spot. The Guards both guard outside the Caverns, and inside, typically keeping the Seen and Workers from escaping. They also are allowed to leave the caverns, as long as they promise to return with either prisoners, or some new people. If they don’t return, they are typically hunted down and thrown in the dungeons, or simply killed on the spot.

The Servants Are the highest level that any ordinary watcher can be appointed to. They work within the castle, usually close with the Ruler. They are all promised a room in the castle, and comfy living for their whole families. Servants who work closely with the ruler tend to be the favorites, usually very close with them, and a few always tend to hover around them. Typically, they are fluent in both english and the local watcher language.

The Council. This is the odd one. Being on the Watcher’s royal council is just about the highest honor the royals could give you. These are typically made up of lovers, best friends, enemies, and close family. Now, a Ruler can technically rule without a council. As Grian had no surviving family, close friends, enemies, or lovers, who were available to serve on the council.

The Ruler. The top of the food chain. The most powerful, adored and feared member of the watchers. Typically, if you ask anyone about the watchers, they’ll have a picture of the ruler, or past rulers, in mind.

Now, for Courtship Etiquette. Typically, Watchers will create things for their mates in hopes of catching their attention. Poetry and Sculptures have been common courting gifts in the past. Gifts of vines and plants for the home are seen as romantic as well, handing over a gift of life to your lover. Typically, Watchers who are also hybrids with something else, will have their own species courting rituals as well. Grian is no exception, though his species of bird is unknown. Offers of intimacy and affection, for example, sharing a bed or hugs, are seen as extremely romantic, as watchers tend to keep to their own personal space. Along with jewelry for proposals, they will also give poetry, sometimes sharing things they’ve observed about the other. It’s also a common tradition to go out and do something completely new when trying to court someone, or as an engagement date. [Skydiving, People watching, river tubing, horse racing, etc]. Yeah so, Grian offering for Scar and Mumbo to share the bed with him was 100% flirting, which is why he sent the remaining servants off to bed. :] -bird

OMMMGGG I LOVE THESES

Ough okay imagine they're all in bed, Grian in the middle of the two cuddling him. Grian starts to quietly recite his favorite poetry, or stuff he made himself.. Scar an Mumbo are so in raptured with it-

Ofc they're clueless as to what all the means (as of right now) and they're just like "wow.. That was so beautiful Grian." And praise him deeply. Grian is so flushed and squirming cuz that's a really high praise of a complement from those he's courting

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Hey bestie! For the March Madness prompts, how about “Are you aware that it’s actually ON FIRE?” 🤣

I really didn't want this to go on for this long so sorry for the rather abrupt ending. But here's a little Dis and Bilbo bonding in the forge.

Characters: Bilbo, Dis (implied Bagginshield)

Words: 971

Bilbo was trying really hard not to show how uncomfortable he was even as he felt the bead of sweat travel the side of his face and into his collar. A second drop not far behind it. However, he clearly was more transparent than he gave himself credit for as Dis looked over at him, grinning widely.

“I told you light clothes would be more practical.”

Bilbo looked between his linen button-up and open-front waistcoat to her sleeveless tunic and lightweight skirts. He fidgeted in place as he undid his top button to give himself more relief without being obscene.

“Yes, well. You didn’t exactly say we would be spending the day in the forge.”

The heat was practically unbearable in this portion of the mountain, and the constant ‘clang’ of hammers against metal grated on his senses. While he was very appreciative and awed by the creations the dwarves were able to make, he usually tried to avoid coming down here as much as possible. After all, he knew nothing of blacksmithing and was more than likely to get in the way than be of any kind of use. Dis clearly saw it differently.

“Thorin said he told you about dwarven courtship?” Dis questioned, arching a brow.

Bilbo found himself flushed for an entirely new reason as the engagement bead braided against his ear seemed to weigh a bit heavier.

“Uh, yes, but I…”

“You’re supposed to be bonding with the family.” Dis explained as she pulled out a long piece of misshapen metal.

Bilbo watched with a grimace as she stoked the fire bringing a fresh wave of heat to the room, and threw the metal on top of the hot coals.

“Yes, and I thought that meant we could have tea or bake scones.”

Dis scoffed. “We do that anyways. In the line of Durin, we share our craft with our family-to-be so I’m going to be teaching you how to make a sword worthy of a king.”

Bilbo forced laughter as he took a step back with his arms outstretched.

“Oh! No. I really know nothing at all about smithing. I’m afraid I can’t…”

“It’s tradition.” Dis interrupted his nervous rambles. “Unless you want me to cut your engagement off right here…”

Bilbo didn’t really believe she would do that. After all, Dis wasn’t cruel. However, he also didn’t want to fail at any part of this courtship, and if this was important to their culture…His mouth set in a determined line as he rolled up his sleeves as far as he could.

“Right. So what should I do?”

Dis grinned widely as she encouraged him towards the other side of the table. She handed him a pair of gloves and tongs as she urged him to grab a hold of the now molten red metal.

“Are you aware that it’s actually ON FIRE?” He demanded pulling it out to reveal a flame stubbornly clinging to the end.

“That happens.” She explained with a touch of impatience. “Now hurry! Place it on the table.”

Bilbo tried to swing it around, but he was so distracted by the flaming piece that he dropped it well before it could reach the table, jumping out of the way of the sparks. Dis blinked, a sort of despair filling her expression before she reached down to pick it up. 

“It’s okay. It just won’t be as long as we anticipated. We can still make Thorin a very handsome short sword.”

The metal was thrown back into the fire for Bilbo to retrieve it once more. He didn’t drop it this time, but as Dis ordered him to bang it into shape, he could tell that his attempts were frustrating her.

“Harder! You’re never going to shape it before it cools!”

Dis ended up having to take over halfway through, but it was still far too cool by that point. So back into the fire it went. This happened three or four times before Dis was somewhat satisfied. Even then, it did not look like any sword Bilbo had seen, and he thought the goblins had some shoddy weapons indeed. Bilbo was practically struggling for breath by the time Dis told him to sink the blade in the barrel of oil next to them. So when it caused flames to shoot out straight for him, Bilbo collapsed to the ground with a yelp, dropping the sword in it.

Dis jumped into action digging the blade out, but it was too late to save it. There was a rather unfortunate bend to the blade that he was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to have, and he was fairly certain it wouldn’t survive the sharpening process. Dis threw the blade on the table before collapsing next to Bilbo on the ground looking as stressed out as Bilbo felt.

“Sorry. I guess I make a very poor blacksmith indeed.”

She gave a breathless laugh as she pushed back her raven locks out of her face. 

“I’ve seen worse. You should have seen the knife Vili presented to me after a few hours with Thorin. With singed hair and skin. I thought for sure with the murderous looks they were shooting each other that one of them would declare the courtship over right there.”

Bilbo blinked in surprise before narrowing his gaze.

“Was this nothing more than payback then?”

Dis clasped him on the shoulder. “This was bonding, Master Baggins. And yes, I was wanting to give Thorin a taste of his own medicine, but really I was hoping to at least send you back in better shape than my betrothed was sent to me.”

Bilbo laughed, shaking his head. “And? Am I still allowed to marry into your family?”

Dis patted him on the back. “I would be honored to call you nadad’dli (marriage brother).”

[yzeltia]

(@driftward) 💕 kissing somewhere other than lips for U'rahn, 🤍 kiss at the wedding / milestone for Y'zel and Hien, 💛 reunion kiss / relief for Y'zel and Claudien, 💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss for Jannie/Artoirel, 🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation for whatever ship contains maximum angst

💕

U'rahn panted hard as he laid out on the ground. "I've lost track of time. We've been at it for hours and I'm all sticky. I think the sun has already come up. Can we take a break for water or food? I know I'm kinda indestructible but I do get wiped out eventually."

"You requested this, Rahn. If you are truly finished you may use the safe word," Nyx reminded him.

"Porcupine. Porcupine," he panted before sitting up and crossing his legs.

Nyx nodded then unstrapped her sparing head before kneeling down to assist U'rahn with his.

"Maybe after we eat you can try using some lethal force to give me a challenge."

Nyx stared for a moment before kissing U'rahn on the nose, making his ears and tail perk up, "No."

🤍

The ceremony had wound down, the Mol retiring to their yurts, leaving Hien alone with his groom. Y'zel rested against him, face flushed from drink. Reaching down, he cupped the other's cheek.

"Should we retire? Or do you wish to stay?"

"A moment longer…my prince."

Hien smiled, leaving down to press his lips lightly on the other's, "None of that. Besides, you carry my name now and title…not that it matters."

"No, I suppose not. Though, when I was a boy I'd often fancy a handsome prince courting me…usually cause I was made to play the princess amoung my peers. I imagine…thinking on it, you would not be matched with me though if…if Doma was…"

"No. I'd proudly write your name beside mine in my faint registery and have you at my side."

With that, Hien wrapped his arms around the other and kissed Y'zel again, holding him tight as they gently laid back together.

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Claudien shifted in his sleep before sitting up suddenly, sensing some stand over him. Eyes adjusting, he spied Y'zel standing over him, dressed in white garb and watching quietly.

"Y'zel…what hour is it? Where have you been," he asked, stretching a bit before reaching out to pull the other's wrist.

"I've been taking care of a mess I made. Worry not. I didn't even mean to wake you."

"A mess? Should I send something to Mr. Gage to smooth it over?"

Claudien watched as Y'zel's focus remained on his lips.

"No. This is a personal matter. It's for the best you don't mention you've seen me."

"Y'zel. Your hearing hasn't returned."

"I'm fine. Just go back to sleep,” the Miqo’te cooed, leaning in to softly kiss the Hyur, hand on the man’s chest as he gently led him back to his pillow.

“I am glad…You’re safe. Come home more…Your friends want to see you. I want to see you,” Claudien yawned, slipping back into his dreams as Y’zel gently pulled away.

💘 

“I don’t believe it,” U’rahn said, arms crossed as he stared at Artoirel and Jannie across from him, the two sitting together, though apart.

“I assure you Rahn, our engagement is real. Artoirel is in need of another man at his side and we thought we’d ask you…and of course Violet I would ask you to be a bridesmaid along with Lyse and Minnoue. Violet crossed her arms, “Okay. This has been a long time coming but you’ve not told me you’ve done more than accidentally spend a night together in the same room. Have you even swived?”

“Fury…”Artoriel let out, looking anywhere else as his faced burned.

“That’s not important at all! They’ve gotta, y’know, be in love. And Arty doesn’t even sit near her. Nyx and I are like magnets!”

“That could probably be because she is a magnet,” Violet muttered under her breath.

“Please! Will the both of you behave,” Jannie breathed out, “I assure you we’ve spent plenty of time together…not to mention you’ve assisted in this entire courtship. How can you still have your doubts,” Jannie breathed out.

“‘Because we’ve done all the work and haven’t seen any reward. I mean, you tell us what happened but it’s all very chaste like one of those thick Coerthian love novels where there’s like a chapter on how depressing the moors are.”

“Yeah Yeah! I think I’ve seen him hold your hand, maybe once. You should be with someone who is crazy about you!”

“Master U’rahn, I assure you that I Miss Eyradoux occupies my every thought and is why I draw breath each day.”

U’rahn blinked, “Yeah? Then give her a kiss!”

Violet smirked, “Go on R’omeo.”

Artoriel glared at the two instigators then turned to Jannie as she flushed back at him. 

“If it is to get them off our backs,” Jannie sighed, leaning in.

The two kissed softly, lingering just a little more than they’d both have liked to, but felt unable to resist. Across from them, whistling and clapping from their friends.

“It rrreally is rrreal! Welcome Welcome brotherrr,” U’rahn yelled, getting up to give the lord a hearty pat on the back.

“Congrats, really,” Violet added, with a smile, “Now then…the dresses.”

“Yeah Yeah. Do I get a snazzy new suit? I’ve been wearing my dad’s a lot lately and I should have one of my own. Maybe when I ask Nyx to marry me I’ll…I’ll…I’ll…I’ll” “Fuck, he’s going to be stuck like that awhile,” Violet sighed as U’rahn turned pale and sat back down.

“This…is going to be a long engagement,” Artoriel sighed while Jannie let out a little laugh .

🖤

Violet was alone…the battle was over and she was adrift. Still, she could feel U’rahn and Jannie, though they felt far off. She was content though, and tired. So tired from the fighting. Why did it have to be her? 

“Vi…”

Ardbert’s voice echoed about her.

“They’re calling for you Vi.”

Violet felt her head shake, and opening her eyes she found herself surrounded by bright white light, standing in a field of pink flowers, “Il…Mheg,” she questioned before feeling a pair of strong arms around her, “Am I Echoing?”

“Not this time. You’ve gotta go. They’re calling you,” her love whispered into her ear.

Violet turned, looking into Ardbert’s eyes before touching his face, “You’re here…That swiving asshole finally did me in. And now…I'm here with you.”

“You’re not supposed to be though. You’ve got to go back.”

Violet shook her head, embracing her love, “No, you’re here.”

“I am and I am not…I will always be within you, but this is not your place. And you’ve got to move on.”

“If you send me back, you’ll just be killing me. Is this not my reward for saving everyone? Shouldn’t I be able to have you.”

“Vi…we had our time. A brief, wonderful time, but my journey ended and yours goes on.”

“Journey ends at lovers meeting! That’s what that stupid Tia said right? I’m done now. Please Ardbert!”

The specter stroked his hands through her long hair, “I love your hair down, you know” “Don’t just dismiss me! Am I just not good enough to be accepted by the Heavans!? I’ll…I’ll quit drinking. I’ll stop swearing. Fuck. Don’t tell me after all this I cannot have the only thing I’ve given a damn about!”

Ardbert sighed, hand lowering to the small of her back, “You know that’s not true. You love your friends so much, just as I did mine.”

Violet bit her lip hard, fearing she might break her skin before shaking her head, “I wanted it…All. I’m rough and tumble…but…I wanted you to meet my fathers…and to take you to my mothers grave. To meet my apparent brother. To wear a white dress and force Jannie, Y’shtola, and Krile to wear something absolutely hideous. To have your name…To have your…”

She let out a sob as Ardbert kissed the top of her head, “If my name is what you want, you can have it. But you will have more adventures, and you will wear a dress, and bring someone to meet your loved ones. And I will be with you, smiling and happy for you the entire time. Jealous even, but happy.”

Violet looked up to him, choking back her tears as she clung to the man before closing her eyes as he drew in to kiss her goodbye. 

“Sail far into your new dawn, Violet Hylfyst,” he cooed.

Violet shook then felt the darkness creep back in as her love faded from her. As she floated on, she could hear crying, at first muffled, then clearly from Alisae. Then the pull came, the pull back to life, the pull back to her loved ones…away from him, and toward the promised dawn. 

[solartranslations]

AF2 Donna Epilogue 2: Arcana Famiglia Transformed

On an island, there lives a witch. And everything around her is overflowing with happiness…

~*Scene: VF Deck*~

Vir: I can’t believe that girl accomplished the same thing as Agata

Teo: You mean mom?

Vir: No. Your ancestor, Agata

Vir: I was the one two drew the images on that Tarocco. I’m alive now because she discovered me

Vir: And now, my goal in working so hard for her has been fulfilled

Vir: “She hosts all the Tarocco”…that’s how it should be

Vir: After losing her, I didn’t allow it to be used for anything other than to protect what she did

Teo: Is that why mom…and all the Nordia governors are named “Agata”?

Vir: It’s my mark. But it’s a good name, isn’t it? The one that belonged to my master, and the woman I love

Teo: Wha…love? Neve better not have heard that!

Vir: Agata is gone. What does it matter?

Teo: Uhh…?

Vir: Ah, perhaps that Regalo girl was Agata’s reincarnation

Vir: Since she can host all the Tarocco, it would make sense

Vir: I thought it would have been Neve, since she captured my heart…

Teo: That’s terrible of you to say, Vir. You know that Neve gets jealous easily…

Yuki (Neve): Being jealous is important

Teo: Don’t sneak up on me like that!

Yuki (Neve): And there’s no point in being jealous of someone who’s dead…

Vir: Hehe. Is that a pout? You look adorable like that too

Yuki (Neve): ……

Vir: Reincarnation or not, it means nothing now. Now that it’s all dealt with, I’m sure of it

Vir: You’re the one I love, Yuki

Yuki (Neve): Vir-sama…!

Vir: You don’t need to be so formal with me

Yuki (Neve): …Okay, Vir…

Teo: I can’t deal with this…

Princess: Squeak!

Teo: Don’t comfort me!

~*Scene: Governer’s Mansion Meeting Room*~

Agata: Sera, you have a letter from Regalo

Sera: I know

Agata: Oh…so that girl sent you some personal letters as well?

Sera: No, they were from Nova, unfortunately

Sera: By that, do you mean that she sent something to you?

Agata: Of course

Sera: …Well, you are the governor

Agata: Oh, cheer up. Even if you became governor, you still aren’t a match for her yet

Agata: Regalo’s young Donna is still unwed, yet she is concentrating all her energy on supporting the lord and building her organization

Sera: Huh…?

Agata: She should know that flowers don’t bloom for long

Sera: Nova mentioned that she has countless courtship offers… I see, there’s a chance

Agata: Hm…not to worry. You got your dignified looks from me

Agata: There’s hope

Sera: !

Sera: Of course. I’ll work to become a governor worthy of her

Agata: That’s the spirit. Then as the future governor, then would you mind taking care of this for me?

Sera: Mother…

~*Scene: Mondo’s Office*~

Dante: That’s all for the Serie and Intelligence’s reports. Anything for us, Donna?

Felicita: Good work, all of you. And do stay vigilent while preparing for La Primavera

Felicita: We’ve invited the governor of Nordia this year. So we must prevent any trouble

Felicita: There has been no major incidents, and lord’s project to expand education is going smoothly

Felicita: Keep up the hard work. That will be—

Jolly: Hold on. Aren’t you forgetting something, Donna?

Felicita: Huh…?

Debito: We heard that Alberto proposed to you

Pace: Sure, he’s a great guy, but you just can’t! We won’t let him have you!

Luca: Excuse you. Ojou-sama doesn’t belong to anyone. I do belong to her, though

Liberta: That was not an invitation to be creepy, Luca!

Nova: Can you stay on topic

Felicita: Nova…!

Nova: But it’s true that the marriage propositions never end

Ash: Well, it is important. Nobody would ignore a woman with as much influence as her

Felicita: Is that all? I already said I wasn’t getting married or looking for a partner any time…

Jolly: But are you sure about that, Donna?

Debito: Yeah. Isn’t it just awful not having a partner, Bambina?

Felicita: Awful…?

Pace: It just means that we can’t give up on you, Ojou!

Felicita: Why are you all always teasing me…

Dante: She’s right. Stop nagging Ojou-san and get back to work

Liberta: I feel like Dante could have said that earlier

Jolly: Exactly. It’s just the nonsense of youngsters. Now Donna, it’s about time for our appointment

Felicita: Ah, you’re right

Nova: And I have mine in two hours. Don’t be late

Luca: Goodness, at this rate, Ojou-sama will have no time to relax

Luca: Felicita, I’ll prepare you a lavender bath for tonight…

Debito: Hey, you’re the one saying the weirdest things

Debito: You want Bambina to feel gooood and smell like lavender, huh?

Pace: Ah, what’re you thinking, Luca! Ojou, be careful!! He’s after you!

Felicita: Okay, let’s go

Ash: Okay

Liberta: Why are you going, Ash?

Ash: I’m the assistant advisor. Let’s finish this fast and get some dolce, Strawberry Head

Felicita: Sounds good

Luca: Ojou-samaaaa

Pace: Lasagnaaa!

Debito: Shut it!

Dante: All of you need to shape up!

Narrator: “Arcana Famiglia”

Liberta: They are the vigilante organization that protects the small trade island of Regalo

Nova: To protect the carefree and laidback people of the island from the dangers beyond the sea

Debito: They possess the power to divide the rights and lords

Pace: Only those who have contracted with the “Tarocco” and vow to comply with the law are allowed to enter the organization

Luca: They abandon their family name, and work to the best of their ability for the organization

Dante: Simply because this is their duty, they continue to have a strong will

Jolly: The power gained from contracting with the “Tarocco” — Arcana powers

Ash: This is the story of those with Arcana powers, and their curious fates…

~*End of Scene*~

(Nova ED1 also cleared: Continue to Sera ED)

(Ash ED1 also cleared: Continue to Teo ED)

(Back to Directory)

[anxiouslyfred]

Second Guessing

Summary: Virgil second guesses intentions by nature. It doesn’t help when Remus and Remy start trying to get his attention for unclear reasons

Warnings: murder mention, sex mention, don’t play with knives and electricity

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Virgil knew second guessing the intentions of the people around Thomas, or even just the other sides and functions in Thomas's mind wasn't always the most reasonable approach to living. He knew that, but he also couldn't help it. His entire role in Thomas's mind is to present his anxiety and be the voice of caution so of course he'd look at the negative possibilities more than the positive and need reasons for unusual behaviour explaining more often than now.

How Remus and Remy were acting however had him not only second guessing but going in for a third, fourth and fifth guess, just trying to understand what the hell was going on and that seemed to be exactly what both of them wanted.

“Electro-magnetic knife rack! We need to get Thomas to get one of those! If they don't exist we should make one. He did science so he can manage it, with or without Logan!” Remus announced, having just walked into Virgil's room and immediately leaving again, now with the Anxious side in hot pursuit.

“We are not doing that! Remus, get back here. No electric knife racks. I'm not letting you get us electrocuted!” Virgil grabbed the creative side instead dragging him over to the imagination. “If you really want to try that then this is the place to do it. Not the real world! I'll even fucking help so long as it's only imagination!”

Remus grinned, making sure to extend his grin beyond normal limits and melting a kitchen into place. “Okay then! Are you grabbing the knives or being the murderer chasing me I need to defend myself from?”

“You've already got me wanting to murder you, so let's go with that!” Virgil rolled his eyes, unsurprised when an axe formed in his grip. If it was any of the other sides he's be asking if they were okay, but this is Remus. It seemed more likely to be some courtship thing.

Nope, that couldn't be it, some attention grabbing thing, or like his way of still getting heard without giving Thomas sleepless nights.

Virgil's reasoning through Remus's actions and posturing as if threatening said side was interrupted as he got summoned back to his room.

“Babes, I've been looking for you everywhere. Come here and cuddle, calm down, take a load of.” Remy was already lounging on his bed, patting the spot beside him as if this were his room and not Virgil's.

“It's the middle of the day, why are you trying to make Thomas take a nap?” Virgil frowned, but still moved to lean against the headboard beside the function.

Remy's sunglasses were pushed to his forehead and he tugged Virgil to lay down properly. “I'm not impacting Thomas right now, babe. This nap is just for you.”

“I DIDN'T GET ELECTROCUTED! WHERE'D YOU GO!” Remus broke the door down this time, morningstar in hand and frantically looking around, for all he seemed happy in his excitement.

Remy sat up at the same time as Virgil, speaking first. “I'm trying to get this cutie to relax so you can just take that behind over to Logan or Roman and leave us out of it!”

“No, Virgie's helping me with an electro-magnetic knife rack!” Remus climbed on the bed enough to tug Virgil's arm, just shy of yanking it.

Now Virgil hadn't started to question the motives behind Remy wanting his attention or for them to take a nap together, but he definitely recognised the pair competing for his attention. “I'm doing both. You're laying on either side of me and explaining why a map this afternoon is so important and coming up with designs for whatever knife-racks you can think of and I'll explain why they shouldn't exist so both and neither of you get what you want.”

“Or we could use the bed for it's real purpose and make this a threesome.” Remus offered instead.

“I'm down for adding hate-fucking you to spoiling my babes.” Remy agreed before Virgil could point out the pair seemed to be arguing.

Virgil sighed, slouching back into his pillows. “Is that what you to are doing? Trying to get me to date each of you instead of just asking me out in any clear way?”

“Why else would I ask you to act out a murder scene?”

“I don't stay with just anyone for naps, Babe.”

Virgil might naturally second guess intentions, but at least he could occasionally get simple answers too.

[melisusthewee]

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talk about your favourite writing bit I can't pick one but maybe one with Morris :3

Well, considering I've only published one fic (so far) with Morris, my tidbits are a bit limited lol...

But a really big thing is that when I was writing "Nothing Else Than What Is Now", Morris was actually supposed to be straight. He wasn't supposed to reciprocate Quinn's feelings, and the lesson that Quinn was supposed to learn was that it was okay that Morris didn't like him the same way he did because he still liked him well enough. This was supposed to be in direct contrast to how Quinn's former "girlfriend" had ultimately rejected his courtship because of how low he was in the birth pecking order.

This ended up not happening for two reasons.

First of all, Quinn's relationship with Lady Marcelline is something that is supposed to have always haunted his footsteps like a dark shadow. It both informed his attitude towards relationships and sex that he continued to carry into adulthood, and also was one of the roots of his deep insecurity about himself and his standing. He's not supposed to handle rejection well, so having him and Morris still be best friends is a lesson that would have altered who Quinn was too much. It was too much character development too early in his life and would have led to a complete overhaul of his entire character in Inquisition. And I very much like who he is as the Inquisitor - flaws and all! He can't be learning positive life lessons this early in his life if he's going to still be the insecure little fuckboy who spooks when he realizes he's falling in love with Cassandra.

Secondly - and probably more importantly - the more I wrote Morris, the more I realized he wasn't really reading to me as straight. Having them be best friends for such a long time is still so important to me, but they also had this undeniable amount of tension between them. You can kind of see the remnants of this towards the middle of the fic when both Quinn and Morris have a couple of conversations that seem almost uncharacteristically shy and awkward for two boys who are supposed to be more comfortable around each other than anyone else. (Compared particularly to the opening scene of the fic which was intended to showcase how casually they talked about crude things.) It was very much me struggling and waffling a little on which direction to ultimately take the fic. In the end, I think it worked out for the better as we get to see this younger Quinn who has not quite developed the confidence he has as an adult. And we get a Horatio Morris who is still coming to terms with his sexuality, and while he is open and comfortable with Quinn, he is still rather private about it with everyone else.

Ask me for director's commentary on my works!

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hiya there Laura~! I hope it's okay for me to ask a few questions from the "forms of love" ask game... I'll ask just a few... um...

So for Cyraleona: Eros 1, Storge 3, and Philautia 2?

Hiya Erika!! Of course it's okay! ^^

Eros 1

Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionary? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

Now. If you were to ask from her if she thinks that "traditional" romance or courtship is important, she would say "everyone loves in their own way". And while she does believe in it, she also grew up in a Vermillion household. So, she would quietly wish for flowers on Valentine's and important days (like anniversaries), just to feel acknowledged and love by her loved one. And if she wouldn't receive these little things, she would tell her that she is a strong woman and that she can get herself flowers if she wants to. So, it's not a big deal. But it'd be more her reciting the other women in her life, and she'd in fact be quite down by it. But overall as long as she feels appreciated and acknowledged/loved, she doesn't mind how it's done. From Thean culture the one thing that grows to be important to her, would be the Tree of Binding Fates -ceremony, but of course she wouldn't bring it up/suggest it light heartedly. But she does want to experience it one day too, so that she and her spouse could also have wedding bands made of the leaf of said tree.

Storge 3

How far does parental approval (imagined or expressed) impact upon their current sense of self-worth? What might they sacrifice or attempt to achieve in order to ensure the approval of their parents?

It is really important to her. Though she does know that she has her parents' approval and love no matter what she chooses to do with her life, she does want to make them proud, which is why she tries to put herself into social situations that are pushing her comfort zone. It's made easier by the fact that she can always go take a breather and knows that her parents are okay with it, because they value her comfort over "losing face". She's soft and delicate. But she'll grow to be stronger with time, and as she accepts herself and her affinity for what they are.

Philautia 2

Does your OC believe that it is important to love themselves in the first instance? Perhaps in order to be able to give and receive love authentically? Or because they believe first and foremost in "looking after number one"?

This is a very complex topic for Cyra, because while she does think that she can't see validation from other people infinitely and that she should love herself too for who she is, she does find it easier to ... be, when she knows that she is accepted and loved by the people around her. It's a matter of knowing one thing and feeling the other. But she does want someone to love her for who she is, and in order for someone to do that, she does need to be herself. So, she should love herself, so that she might be herself. It's just difficult for her because she has a lot of self-doubt. However, sometimes the love of another person can help you love yourself. It might be the love your parents feel, your friends feel, or a spouse feels. They're all different types of love, but all of them can help.

Thank you for the question! ^^

[cobycobsy2k]

STORYTIME: My Abusive Ex Boyfriend

Hello guys, I hope you are very well today, well today, I wanted to tell you a storytime that did not happen to me long ago, it could be said that it was 5 months ago, I really want everyone to listen carefully to this history so that the same thing that happened to me does not happen to one of you guys 👀

It all started in the holidays of 2022, I was very bored and didn't know what to do, so I got into groups on twitch, twitter and other apps, until one day I met this guy whom we will call "J" (First letter of his name), who was from the UK but was visiting Ecuador, "J" was very friendly with me, it could be said that he was the one who wrote to me many times, since I am not usually connected much in those apps. Everything was going very well, we both became friends and things were going very well until the beginning of September, which was when he asked me to talk on WhatsApp, which I said "Okay", as long as nothing bad happens. And he writes to me, he sends me a photo of him, which looked very good, I'm not going to lie, to give you an idea I'll give you a brief physical description of the boy: blond hair, beard not so long, tattooed, He had a great physique because I think he is a coach. And he tells me verbatim: "I like you, do you want to be my boyfriend?", I was surprised and excited to which I said "Yes!", and that's where my long-distance courtship with this subject began (FIRST MISTAKE), He was super sweet at first, he sent me a good morning message, he even dedicated songs to me. I admit that I was a bit nervous, but I decided to tell everything to my trusted friends and a cousin, who gave me advice to avoid unpleasant things or other. Once I told him that I wanted to get my navel pierced (taking advantage of the fact that my parents gave me money on my birthday), which he told me "that the piercing would look great on me", so one Saturday, a " friend" (which I was then until it got a little cold) accompanied me to a tattoo and piercing studio to get my piercing done, ending in me having my piercing done. This is very important for later, when I sent him a photo of my piercing, he flirted with me, told me that he looked very good and things like that, to the point that he wanted to come live in Ecuador to see me. Things went very well, until I see that he suddenly disappears, which worried me a lot, so I looked for him everywhere, until I went to investigate Twitter (GRAVE ERROR):

No recent connections from him came out, I kept seeing all his posts, which is bad, until I started to see a series of "a bit weird" posts from him and a girl, in my mind I said "surely it's a friend or is it his sister". HOW STUPID I WAS!!

THE GIRL WAS ACTUALLY HIS REAL GIRLFRIEND!! AND I WAS THE OTHER PERSON!! I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!

I swear that the bastard asshole swore that I was the only one, the only thing I could do was cry with grief and go, why was he playing with two people at the same time?

From there I became a little colder with him, to the point of not answering his messages, and now comes the ugliest part of the story: One day, he tells me that he had been "robbed" and that he had no money, so he began to ask me for money, but unfortunately for "J", the currency we use here in Ecuador (which are US Dollars) is worth LESS than the European currency (I think so, a friend was explaining something like that to me) But to bring the story forward, I NEVER sent him money, because I already distrusted him, also when I fulfilled his favors he gave me compliments, but when I didn't, he became very rude and made me cry. I admit that it was a very horrible stage, and it was the stage where I felt very manipulated by "J", all this happened between November and December of last year. Until one day I decided to break up with him, so I spoke to him in the calmest way and blocked him everywhere.

MY ADVICE:

Some advice that I could tell you would be "Be very careful in your relationship", "If you see that your partner only compliments you when you do them a favor, it is better to separate"

Please Guys be careful, remember that i love you!!💗✨