#they’re incredible!!!!! their music is so bright and fresh

[newdayzinthepark]

ajshsjsdf this is too good !!!!!!! A fave in one listen, seriously. While listening to trendz, aimers’ song got recommended to me, and I just listened to all their music and I’m so glad I did :D

[secretdestinypainter]

Traveling the most beautiful places this 2024:

“Visit to Europe (Vienna)"

In my opinion, traveling is the most interesting thing that is liked by almost half of the people on Earth. Traveling is an adventure that broadens horizons, opens minds and enriches lives. It makes the person happy and fresh of any age, whether it’s about exploring exotic destinations, immersing oneself in different countries and cultures, or simply seeking relaxation in nature and embrace.

Traveling to different countries in a very short time is very difficult to memorize, and making all the events perfectly fully organized or managed is a big task, but having something that makes us memorize about our events in advance is a big support, like tinyti.me website makes this problem easier in today's world by making their website available for us to create events which help in perfect management.

I think Vienna is one of the most beautiful cities in Europe. The historic core of the city is a massive UNESCO Heritage Site brimming with incredible museums, beautiful galleries, and sprawling Baroque palaces.

The city is a history buff’s dream. There’s an incredible café culture, a nearby wine region, tons of amazing eateries, awesome live music (including world-class opera), and much more.

I’ve been coming here for years and I never get tired of visiting. Technically speaking I love the city so much that I used to run tours here!

Naturally, I’ve stayed at countless hotels during my visits. Here’s my list of the best hotels in Vienna:

1. Hotel-Pension Wild

This two-star hotel is one of the few affordable lodgings in the city center. It has simple but bright rooms that feature comfortable beds, plenty of space, and large windows that let in a lot of natural light. The design is a bit dated (the carpeted rooms don’t look particularly stylish) but everything is clean and functional. Rooms include basic amenities like a flatscreen TV, desk, and free Wi-Fi. The bathrooms are pretty small, but they’re clean and the showers have good water pressure. The hotel offers a hearty continental breakfast and the owner is friendly and welcoming. If you’re on a tight budget, there are small, no-frills single rooms with a shared bathroom available as well.

2. Hotel Domizil

This boutique four-star hotel has small, clean rooms with décor that makes you feel like you’re back in Vienna’s imperial past. The rooms have plenty of light and lots of antique touches, such as wooden desks and tables, and upholstered armchairs. Rooms also have free Wi-Fi, a flatscreen TV, and a coffee/tea maker. The bathrooms, while not particularly fashionable (the tiles are kind of ugly), are very spacious and the showers have excellent water pressure. The breakfast, which can be included in the price, has tons of variety, including lots of different fresh breads and cheeses.

Located in the city center, I think this is one of the best value places to stay if you want to be in the center of it all.

3. Hotel Mozart

One of the few hotels in the Rossau neighborhood (just northwest of the city center), this budget-friendly three-star hotel boasts large rooms with lots of natural light. Rooms are spacious and decorated in light colors and feature hardwood or parquet floors. There are lots of other wooden touches too, such as desks/tables, and large wooden headboards. Free Wi-Fi is included, as is a flatscreen TV and AC (a must if you’re visiting in the summer). Some rooms include coffee machines. The hotel boasts a filling breakfast spread each morning with lots of fresh fruit and pastries. There’s also a bar on-site and the staff are always happy to share their tips and advice too.

4. Hotel Johann Strauss

Located in the Wieden neighborhood, this stylish four-star hotel is named after the eponymous 19th-century Austrian composer. The hotel is set in a historic Art Nouveau building that’s been entirely renovated, with rooms that have lots of natural light and a soft, welcoming color palette. Rooms include a flatscreen TV, minibar, coffee/tea maker, desk, and sofa. I really like that there’s a lot of art around the property, including in the rooms (naturally, much of the art is music centered). The tiled bathrooms are huge, with lots of light and great water pressure. I especially like that the breakfast buffet is enormous and features a lot of variety. The staff is exceptionally friendly too and happy to help you make the most of your stay.

5. Hotel Am Konzerthaus Vienna

Located in Landstrasse near the iconic Belvedere Palace, this luxe four-star hotel feels more like a five-star property. It has a chic lobby and large, bright rooms with super comfy beds. Everything is fashionable and trendy, with lots of rich colors from a darker palette. The large bathrooms are bedecked with dark tiles and are well lit, featuring plush bathrobes and relaxing rain showers. Rooms also include a flatscreen TV, desk, and coffee/tea maker. The breakfast buffet is huge and has a lot of options, but I especially love that the on-site restaurant has a Michelin star (it does amazing modern takes on traditional Austrian dishes).

The hotel is a perfect choice for travelers who want some luxury without breaking the bank.

6. The Ritz-Carlton Vienna

This is arguably the fanciest hotel in town. A five-star property right in the heart of the city, this hotel is spread across four historic palaces (yes, actual palaces). While the hotel feels palatial, it has understated décor with a chic minimalist design (think lots of white space with touches of color or artwork). The marble bathrooms are huge and the showers have perfect water pressure. The rooms are also massive and have big, comfy beds (as well as desks, AC, sofas, and electric kettles).

There’s also a gigantic breakfast buffet offered each morning and a free glass of champagne when you check in. The hotel also has a pool that plays music underwater, a fitness center, sauna, steam room, and three different spas on-site. In short, it’s the pinnacle of luxury in the city and the best choice for travelers looking to splurge on an elegant stay.

I hope this blog helps you a lot when traveling next time to Europe (Vienna), So, whether you're embarking on a solo adventure, a family vacation, or a romantic getaway, This spirit of travel guides you on a journey of exploration, discovery, and adventure.

[kirk-says-wah]

Eeeeeep may I have a request!!!!!

Kirk/Lars.

Lars moves into a new neighborhood and meets Kirk who's been living in that neighborhood. I want them to meet and then slowly start talking and end up dating. Something sweet, please. I love Klars 😭

Thank you for the ask 💕

��� 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Pairing: Kirk/Lars

The flat is nice.

At least that’s something Lars can think about other than the fact that he’s incredibly lonely.

He left his best friends back in San Francisco, his dad making him move across the country for a fresh start now he’s out of school, and he should’ve just moved in with James but his father had threatened to cut off his money.

So with a compromise, his dad got him his own place in the same building.

It’s a one bedroom flat, white walls and a grey carpet. It’s plain, boring.

He doesn’t want to be here.

A knock on the door catches his attention and he frowns. It’s probably just his dad, but when he opens the door he finds a young guy, probably around his age, curls cascading around his face.

“Hey!” The guy says, teeth brimming over his lips. “I heard you just moved in.”

He’s got a dish in his hand, a cloth over the top.

Lars nods, unsure how to reply.

“I’m Kirk, I live across the hall,” the man says, eyeing past Lars’ shoulder into his flat. “Can I come in?”

Lars clears his throat, but opens the door wider. “Oh yeah, of course.”

Kirk examines the flat, taking in the bare walls and the old sofa in the living room.

“I bought cookies,” he says, putting them on the counter in the kitchen. “It’s the only thing I remember how to make.”

“That’s nice of you,” Lars says.

Kirk looks adorable, his curls perfectly framing his face, his smile bright and playful. Lars feels his chest flutter, and he quickly pulls his phone out.

“Can I get your number?” he asks, before getting embarrassed and quickly saying, “Y’know in case you wanna hang out some time.”

Kirk laughs, the sound music to Lars’ ears.

They exchange numbers, but Kirk doesn’t leave, instead saying, “you got any beer?”

— —

Kirk stays over at Lars’ a lot after that.

He’s good company; likes the same music and the same musicians and the same tv shows. He even plays guitar, which makes Lars wish he had brought his drum kit with him from Frisco.

He even comes over to help Lars cook dinner, and when they both fail they just order take out and spread it all over the floor in front of the tv.

Lars would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to him, but he doesn’t know how to take the next step. He doesn’t want to cross boundaries.

They’re listening to Master of Reality when Kirk lolls his head to look at him, biting his lip shyly.

“I wanna ask you something,” he says.

Lars sips at his beer, shrugs.

“Go ahead.”

“D’you want to go out sometime?” Kirk says.

Lars nearly chokes on his beer, and he wipes a hand over his mouth, eyes wide.

“You mean like a date?”

Kirk blinks but ultimately nods, obviously unsure. Lars smiles widely, reaches out to squeeze Kirk’s hand.

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

[porcelainmortal]

🧖‍♀️ for ficlet friday!

Thank you for the ficlet prompt, Rae! 🧖🏻‍♀️ Spa day

I really thought I'd get to these this weekend, but alas. At least this was a nice break from the angsty ass fic I've been working on. Ficlet below the cut!

(And to the other person who sent me a spa day prompt, there may be a second part to this coming soon!)

Spa Day (Part 1)

“Baby, I’m telling you, this is going to be the best day of our whole trip,” Alex promises with a bright smile as he and Henry change into their robes to head down to the resort spa. 

Henry had been nervous about getting a massage from a stranger on a resort – having only had them from vetted therapists employed by the Crown before – but Alex keeps insisting that Henry hasn’t properly relaxed, so he booked them a whole spa day. All of the staff have signed NDAs, the spa has been shut down for them alone, and their security detail has approved the activity. Henry can only dream of a day when all of this is unnecessary and he can just go and get a massage with his boyfriend whenever he wants.

They slip their feet into the hotel’s white terry cloth slippers and head out the room. Henry had to be talked into going to the spa in his bathrobe and slippers – it honestly seemed crazy to go out not properly dressed – but Alex had insisted that they’d not want to get dressed again after their couples’ massage, and Henry acquiesced. Their security moves ahead of them like a well-oiled machine as they make their way to the elevator and then down to the spa floor. 

Alex takes Henry’s hand, lacing their fingers together in a move that feels as natural as breathing but that Henry knows Alex is doing to help soothe his nerves. He squeezes Alex’s hand gratefully and they step into the spa lobby, which is awash in shades of green and brown. The dark woods contrast with the sage green and accents of forest green in a way that’s warm and earthy. Henry finds himself relaxing already, although maybe that’s partly due to the smell down here. They must have a diffuser of oils going somewhere. The scent perfectly matches the aesthetic and it feels grounding and calm. There is also soft music playing, but Henry can’t even tell where it’s coming from; it’s like they’re surrounded by it.

He smiles at the receptionist, who greets them with a friendly smile. She reviews their schedule with them; first, Henry has a facial while Alex gets a detox seaweed body wrap, then they switch rooms to alternate their treatments. After that, they have 30 minutes to make use of the steam room or sauna, and finally, they have a couples massage. Henry has to hand it to Alex, he really went all out in trying to make sure Henry can fully relax.

Normally, just being on holiday with Alex is enough, but Henry has just come from two weeks in London with his grandmother breathing down his neck about his “obligation to his country” and “gallivanting around with his boyfriend” (said with a derisive, decidedly racist sneer), and dropping subtle hints about them both needing to come back again before Christmas (when it’s October already and Alex is in bloody law school for Christ’s sake) and Henry was at the absolute end of his wits before he got here. So, relaxation has been slightly elusive this time around, despite the incredible amount of orgasms that Alex has supplied in the three days they’ve been here.

But, Alex took the week off, planned ahead with his professors, and made sure that he could be here with Henry so they could unwind and have a proper holiday now that they live together. Although, if Henry is being truly honest, every day is like a holiday when he gets to wake up next to Alex.

The receptionist hands them each a glass of fresh cucumber lemon water, then leaves to fetch their aestheticians. Alex takes a sip and evidently hates it, judging by the disgusted face he makes. It nearly causes Henry to spit his own mouthful out in laughter. He covers his mouth with the sleeve of his robe, trying not to make too much noise in the quiet lobby.

Alex’s gaze drops to his lips and Henry leans in to kiss the smile off Alex’s face, unable to resist. Just as their lips meet with the sweetest of pressure, Henry hears footsteps from the left. They greet their estheticians and get led back to their treatment rooms. Henry feels himself finally starting to relax, just a little.

Ficlet Friday Summer/Holiday Prompts

Part 2

[tonguetyd]

possibly strange question incoming: if you had to make a sandwich out of songs by your favorite artist, what songs would be which ingredient?

there must be bread, meat, cheese, and a condiment but you can add as many other toppings/condiments as you so choose.

THIS IS THE GREATEST QUESTION I COULD EVER RECEIVE.

Okay so off the bat, my favorite artist is a band called The Maine (I know my blog would suggest otherwise but there is just significantly less content of theirs in here. They are forever and always number one.)

I also know this isn’t the question but the best sandwich I ever had was a ciabatta roll with mozzarella and pesto, and all that would have made it better would have been a little turkey and some bacon. Delicious. So I will be recreating this in songs.

Ciabatta bread: the secret to good bread is crust-to-soft ratio. You don’t want it to stab your mouth, but it needs to have some structure to it to support your sandwich. So the first song that comes to mind for this is Slip The Noose. She is a little crunchy with that fast verse, but so very soft with that refrain that soars. Substantial enough to support that entire record. It’s even one of those that repeats at the beginning and end - it’s literally perfect sandwich bread. “I was on the verge of breaking down til you came around.”

Turkey: now we are talking good deli turkey, not thanksgiving level stuff. Nice and smooth and salty and delicious. That you can pile high. Gotta be something off Pioneer, that’s definitely the smoothest record. With a little bit of fire to it, as it’s absolutely a Fuck You To The Man record. I’ll go with Identify for that one. Great opening track, goes down easy, sets the stage for everything else. “3 2 1, here come the fireworks baby”

Bacon: what is not to love about our favorite supplemental meat. Everyone’s favorite. In that case I think I have to go with the crowd favorite song then. Which would be Black Butterflies and Deja Vu. If they’re not closing with Mars, they’re closing with this. You can’t help but love it. “I lose my voice when I look at you”

Mozzarella: I have a guilty announcement. I am not a big cheese person. The only exception. Is mozzarella. I could eat that shit forever. And it’s on everything. It goes GOOD on everything. It’s like the potato of cheeses. Fry it pizza it stick it on a Sammy. So we’re going for versatility. Play it for any kind of music fan and they’ll go “okay! Nice!” Which has GOT to be Dirty Pretty Beautiful. She’s funky (as good cheeses are) she’s fresh, and you gotta dance to her. “We got this thing that’s untouchable”

Pesto: on principle alone, the condiment is going to be Sticky. Because how could it not be (even tho pesto is not particularly a sticky condiment, as far as things go). But also, she is a bright song, makes you wanna stand in the sunlight and go “YES!” Which is kinda what pesto does. Or it’s at least what the pesto on this particular sandwich I had tailgating to see Bruce Springsteen did. “Wanna play you over and over again, sticky just like the song in my head”

AND THATS THE SANDWICH!!! This was incredible and so much fun that you dearly anon!

[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright: IV. A Song for Christmas

Previous: III. Christmas for You and Me

Pairings: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin; Jung Hoseok x Kim Taehyung

Genre: Fluff, Non-Idol AU, SLOW BURN

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing! 

Word Count: 949

Summary: Seokjin and Namjoon arrive at the tree lot.

Notes: Merry & Bright this year is taking the form of one cohesive story involving all of Bangtan! Hope you enjoy this change!

      The Christmas Tree lot on 3rd was the cutest, most quaint tree lot in town. Their first-year post college, the three Kim’s had rented a two-bedroom apartment in the city together. Their apartment had been a few blocks away. They often passed the lot on their way to the bus, or in leisurely strolls around the neighborhood. Their first year, they waited until December 21st to get a tree, fearful they wouldn’t be able to keep it alive. They had kept it alive, and in doing so began a tradition of decorating the tree while drinking mulled wine, eating sugar cookies fresh out of the oven and singing loudly to a variety of Christmas songs. It was a perfect evening, one they replicated nearly every year until they sold their book, and all moved into their own apartments. Now, Seokjin decorated his tree in a similar manner, with Christmas movies playing instead of music. Christmas music, much like the Christmas season, was still difficult for him grapple with.

          “You think the same family owns it?”

          “No – they sold it a few years ago to a different family. The Lang’s I believe,” Seokjin informed him. Seokjin had in fact come back to this lot every year to buy a small tree for his house, one his cats would definitely wreak havoc on.

         “Do they still give you a tin of cookies every year?” Namjoon asked. He turned the radio down to better hear Jin’s answer.

         “The Huang’s used to, up until they sold. But the Lang’s don’t. They just offer candy canes.”

         “As a kid, I loved getting candy canes from tree lots. It always made getting a tree special.”

         “You know we used to live together, and work together every day for years, right?” Seokjin said.

         Namjoon tilted his head and glanced sideways at him. “And?”

         “You’ve told me about the candy canes before.”

         “Oh, sorry?”

         “What you haven’t told me is what you’ve been doing for the last five years,” Seokjin gave him an opening, and Namjoon wasn’t stupid enough not to take it.

          “I’ve been busy, writing some, teaching mostly.”

          “Where are you teaching?” Jin asked.

          “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Namjoon teased. He glided his car through the streets towards the lot they had once loved. He was struck with the memories of how the three of them would pile into his aggressively used Prius and maneuver through the city, sometimes on night drives just the three of them, sometimes in pairs… exploring every nook and cranny they could before the sun came up and they had to be somewhere else.

          “What do you teach?”

          “Creative writing and a 300 level English lit course.”

          “Do you enjoy it?”

          “I do,” Namjoon answered. “It’s fun and engaging, and I have a lot of freedom with my curriculum. It’s never boring or the same day after day.”

          “I understand that. There’s an inherent monotony in writing every day,” Jin shared.

          “Is there?”

          “Yeah, you get up, drink coffee, spend hours staring at your computer screen, and some hours editing or outlining new stories. There are a few meetings thrown in there, but it’s a pretty isolating existence.”

          “How do you manage?”

          “I have a cats,” Jin laughed. “That sounds incredibly pathetic.”

          “It’s not, pets are nice, they keep you company.”

          “When they’re not being total assholes.”

          “I feel like cats are either sweethearts or total monsters, it’s never an in between.”

          “That’s true, and when you put them together you don’t know what they’re going to become.”

          “Yours are monsters?”

          “Things were fine when it was just Toby and me, but then I added Sam so Toby wouldn’t be lonely. That’s when things broke loose.”

          “Are your cats named after TV characters?”

          “From The West Wing, yes.”

          “I’m surprised you didn’t pick something else, no Brooklyn Nine-Nine or Alias?”

          “I am refined, thank you,” Jin said.

          Namjoon pulled into the perfect parking spot in front of the little lot and parked. Turning off the engine, he turned to Jin.

          “What kind of tree are you looking for?”

          “Something small that I can put on the table, nothing too big that would require me to use anything other than the small stand I have,” Jin said as he unbuckled his seatbelt. He exited the car and waited for Namjoon to circle the front. “You?”

          “Oh, under 5 feet for sure, nothing to rotund but decent leaves.

          “This is going to take hours, isn’t it?” Seokjin asked.

          Namjoon laughed. “No, I’ll try to be quick about it. Tell me about what you’ve been writing.”

          Seokjin began to speak, weaving tales of the stories he’d created and the ones he was working on, of middle grade novels and series he was at the beginning of creating, and those he was at the end of finishing. Prolific crossed through Namjoon’s mind as he listened, that and how cute Seokjin looked while speaking with such passion. It took everything in him not to kiss Seokjin, but that would’ve been inappropriate in this situation… that wasn’t scheduled in the plans for a few more steps.

          “That’s a good one,” Seokjin said an hour later, as Namjoon examined a tree for what felt like the fiftieth time.

          “Is it?”

          “Namjoon, you’ve looked at that tree at least three times and have inspected every inch of it. It’s cold, I’m growing weary of your mostly unpleasant company and would like to take my tree home. Can we be done now?” Seokjin whined.

          “I forgot how whiny you can be.”

          “I forgot how indecisive and child like you can be.”

          Namjoon stared at the glare Seokjin was giving him before he nodded.

          “Okay, I’ll take the tree.”

Next: V. Christmas for You & Me

[archiveikemen]

Amamiya Henri Main Story — Chapter 03

[His Side Story]

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One night when Kanade and Kyoichiro were gathered for practice as usual in the Sakuragi’s music room…

Henri: Hm—?

Taking a breath during their short breaks, Henri looked up and saw a figure on the other side of the door’s glass window.

(Is she trying to hide?)

When I involuntarily let out a small chuckle, Kyoichiro asked me about it.

Kyoichiro: What’s the matter?

Henri: There’s someone outside the room doing a terrible job at hiding.

Henri went to open the music room’s door while talking.

Henri: What were you doing, MC?

MC: …! Erm.

After MC scrambled to answer, Henri invited her into the music room.

Once MC entered the music room, her attention turned to Kyoichiro’s drum set, Kanade’s guitar, and Henri’s bass guitar.

MC: Henri, by any chance…

Henri gave MC a wink.

And as if to fulfil her expectations, Kanade played his guitar.

When the performance began and Kanade started singing, I saw MC gasp.

(I feel like the two of them are doing better than usual.)

Henri joined them, plucking the strings of his guitar with his fingertips as he turned his attention to their only audience member.

MC listened intently to the song without even blinking her eyes.

(I wonder how many times I’ve seen this kind of reaction?)

(She must be attracted to Kanade and Kyoichiro.)

Eventually, we finished performing one song and MC gave us a round of applause.

MC: That was amazing…!

MC: … This is the first time I’m hearing a song that really moves me!

Henri: Haha you need to calm down and take a deep breath.

MC: Yup! But that was truly incredible!

Henri burst out laughing at her reaction.

(Amazing, right? Kanade and Kyoichiro are… wait, what?)

MC: Maybe it’s because the three of you work so well together…

Henri: Hehehe thank you for listening to our performance.

Henri said with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

Henri: Our band name is SilverVine.

After a few more hours of practice with MC watching, Henri came to the living room with her because she wanted to talk to him.

Henri: Hm? The first time we met?

Henri tried to recall that time while holding his cup of cocoa in his hands.

Henri: During my first year of high school, I heard a rumour about a legendary senior.

MC: Legendary!?

Henri: Yeah. He was a second year student, but he was titled “King”.

Henri: Then I heard about an older guy who was always with him, so I got curious and started talking to him.

(Wow I sure miss those days.)

As we chatted, memories of high school were fresh in my mind.

Henri: In SilverVine, Kanade and Kyoichiro are both geniuses.

Henri: They’re the two strong pillars of our band!

(The two of them are always so outstanding.)

(They shine so bright that I find it hard to look directly at them…)

While they were talking, Henri suddenly noticed MC’s expression.

(Hm?)

MC’s eyes were downcast and she was silent.

(Is she thinking of something?)

Trying to catch MC’s gaze, Henri peered into her face.

Henri: MC, are you… sleepy?

MC: What?

Henri: Wow when did it become so late…

By the time I looked at the clock, I noticed that it was already midnight.

Henri: Although both of us have the day off tomorrow, Kyoichiro will get mad at us for staying up late.

Taking the two empty mugs with him, Henri said as he was about to leave.

Henri: Good night, MC.

MC: Good night…

Leaving MC behind, Henri sighed as he walked out of the living room.

(Our first meeting, huh… I feel like…)

(It wasn’t coincidental, neither was it fate.)

(It was more like I was drawn in by Kanade and Kyoichiro’s light.)

I was reminded of the look on MC’s face when she was listening to us in the music room.

(Perhaps it was me who got attracted in the first place.)

—... The next day.

MC came to see us again when we were practicing in the music room.

MC: Please!

MC: Please let me hear more of SilverVine’s songs!

Henri laughed in amusement at the way MC suddenly appeared and bowed her head repeatedly.

Henri: Haha you’re so straightforward and determined, MC.

(This is a little different from Kanade and Kyoichiro’s light.)

(It’s so bright.)

As Henri approached the light like a moth being attracted to a lamp, he looked into MC’s face from close up.

He said to MC, who gasped at how close their lips were.

Henri: It’s a secret members-only live concert called ‘Own The Night’.

Henri: MC, do you want to open… the secret door?

[elavateher]

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[theeverlastingshade]

PHASOR- Helado Negro

There are very few artists who I’m aware of that have cultivated such a perpetually chill sensibility that they’ve managed to make fresh and wholly their own over the course of multiple records aside from Helado Negro. Since 2009, the Brooklyn to Asheville-based, Spanish-American singer-songwriter/producer has carved out a striking lane for himself by juxtaposing Latin-folk, pop, and experimental electronic music into an evocative, enveloping sound. His music has become increasingly electronic (and well-realized) over the years, culminating in his 2019 opus, This Is How You Smile, which was essentially a collection of auto-biographical vignettes wrapped in warm synth-pop. TIHYS was a true breakthrough, the sort of wildly ambitious statement of purpose that he had been building towards since the beginning, and the sort of record that you can’t help but dream of your favorite artists making. His 2021 follow-up, Far In, had a nearly impossible task laid out before it, and while it’s a very good record, the magic that Negro had been channeling throughout TIHYS was somewhat lost in its eclectic sprawl. Helado’s recently released 8th LP, PHASOR, rekindles the delicate, dreamy magic of TIHYS while conjuring its own highly specific appeal. It’s easily one of Helado’s best records to date, and one of the best records that I’ve heard this year so far.

The 9 songs on PHASOR unfurl with a patient, unassuming disposition, but they’re among his most focused and direct music to date. Negative space plays a prominent role in these songs, and the amount of breathing room these instruments are given is extremely impressive when considering just how much detail is packed into these songs. PHASOR is 35 minutes long, and its 9 songs flow together with such sharp peaks and valleys, varied dynamics, and tight sequencing that it’s best experienced as 1 continuous suite of music despite the natural inclination to cherry pick for playlist fodder. The music is some of Helado’s boldest, and best-realized to date, whether we’re talking about the penultimate drum & bass highlight “Wish You Could Be Here”, the psychedelic rock opening cut “LFO (Lupe Finds Oliveros)”, or the springy bossanova workout “Out There”, and the same can be said of his vocal melodies. Aside from career highlight “Running”, nothing in his discography reaches the tender, expressive heights of “What’s Best for You and Me” or the dreamy, psychedelic-tinged euphoria of “I Just Want To Wake Up With You”. The sonic ingenuity on display here impresses at every turn, but it’s never at the expense of the pure pleasures of pop, and Helado has become incredibly adept at writing dynamic pop music that doesn’t sound like the work of any other artist.

While there are a few particularly revelatory songs that take Helado’s music to new heights, the music is still immensely arresting in its quieter moments. The mid-tempo marimba march of “Colores Del Mar” begins like an understated transitory piece as a comedown from “Best For You and Me” and then it develops into a satisfying, subtly funky piece with some of the best drumming on the entire album, while the following song, “Echo Tricks Me”, would flow like an ambient dirge if not for the double time cymbals that imbue a sense of urgency into the drowsy cocktail of chimes, lumbering bass, and soft, multi-tracked incantations. “Flores” achieves pure ambiance through loops of gentle guitar strums, bright synths, and Helado’s echo-laden vocal harmonies that, when eventually accompanied by a colossal, half-time snare, radiate a transcendent glow, while closer “Es Una Fantasia” begins with a minute of nothing but sparse acoustic guitar strums and Helado’s voice before congealing into a serene but springy jaunt propelled by nimble drumming and Helado’s impossibly tender vocal melodies. While Helado is a widely celebrated artist, I still don’t think he’s given enough credit for his production, which, on PHASOR, is so consistently immaculately-rendered that he should be regularly producing the music of other musicians.

The sentiments expressed in these songs (musings on family, community, identity, self-realization, etc) are themes that Helado has touched on many times throughout the years, but it’s still disarming to hear something as vulnerable and sympathetic as "Best For You and Me", a piano-led reverie centered around his parents' divorce. Its placement is particularly jarring following suit immediately after "I Just Want To Wake Up With You", which is one of the breeziest and blissful sounding celebrations of the habitual joys of a romantic relationship that I've ever heard. When taken together these songs form record's tonal extremes, with everything that follows suit flitting between these poles. The mesmerizing ambiance of "Echo Tricks Me" unfolds like Helaldo's approximation of a bad trip as feelings of paranoia creep into the frame, while the weightless electro-acoustic daydream "Flores" belies its lumbering arrangement with an urgent desire for physical embrace. PHASOR quickly reveals itself to be a record about connections, mostly missed or fraught ones, and the desire to either mend or move on. The penultimate "Wish You Could Be Here" succinctly sums the record's thematic thrust up in 4 lines "I'll be asking you, my friend/Where to Lay It Down Again/Trees begin to hold us still/Living wounds won't heal themselves" with tight but tender precision befitting the ingenuity of the arrangement. The emotional and sonic generosity of PHASOR feels boundless, like an audio balm steeped in hard fought wisdom and an omnivorous musical appetite alike. It's one of the most satisfying statements yet from an artist who, at this moment, feels completely in a lane of his own.

Essentials: “I Just Want To Wake Up With You”, “Best For You and Me”, “With You Could Be Here”

[lynch-creek-farm]

Xmas Wreaths to Start Celebrating the Start of the Season With

Summer had its fun this year, and with the holidays coming up, it’s time to start thinking about Christmas music, Christmas presents, and best of them all, Christmas Decor. Now we know it’s still hot outside and summer doesn’t seem like it’ll end, but that doesn’t mean we can’t start creating a list of decorating ideas and eyeing those new Christmas decorations that Lynch Creek Farm puts out each year. If you’ve been waiting for the best holiday decor for this upcoming Christmas season, we at Lynch Creek Farm can provide you with everything you need to bring your home to life this holiday season. 

Home Decor and Gift Ideas to Purchase for the Holidays

We offer an abundance of unparalleled Christmas garland, fresh Christmas wreaths, adorable tabletop Christmas trees, swags, and stunning Christmas wreaths for front door, living room, and entryway. We also sell warm white Christmas lights as well as wreath hangers, and other decorations including quirky gnomes, porch signs, and pillar candles. For wreath lovers who take the time each year to find their perfect front door wreath, we have dazzling pinecone wreaths created with beautiful red berries, snowflakes, plaid, and burlap bows, and Christmas ornaments, among many other decorations. These are incredibly festive pieces that make the best gifts and home decorations for the holidays. 

Holiday Wreaths Mixed with Festive Decorations for Your Front Door

In our outdoor greenery wreath collection, we have an assortment of red berry wreaths, mixed pine and noble fir wreaths, and ornament wreaths that cater to different parts of the season. For snowy days and winter weather, our first recommendation is Mountain Snowberry, a lush wreath created with white berry clusters, pinecones, and frosted leaves. Cobalt Christmas is made with frosted branches, metallic blue berries, and blue, aqua, and silver ball ornaments. We also love Snowy Owl, a silver holiday wreath created with glitter-frosted branches, frosted pinecones, bright red berry clusters, silver ornaments, and a plush elegant snowy owl sitting next to a silver bow.

Vibrant Xmas Wreaths You Can Add Lights and Tinsel To

If your home decor is usually colorful and full of decorations, we have plenty of door decor wreaths that’ll meet those expectations every year. Country Christmas, Pacific Pepperberry, Touch Of Holly, and Graceful Blooms are littered with beautiful decorations like frosted bristles, brilliant red ornaments and berries, and magnolia flowers. To add even more Christmas shine, consider purchasing lighted wreath or tinsels to give your wreath that extra flair if you want to add some DIY touches. 

For house decor that embodies the true essence of the holiday season, shop for all of your decorating needs with Lynch Creek Farm. Every piece is designed to last with fresh greenery and high-quality pieces that you won’t want to put away at the end of the season. So, visit our website and grab yourself an original Lynch Creek design before they’re all gone for the holidays.

[takecareluv]

a blurb where reader and vinnie are taking a nap at the beach and one of their friends posts about it cuz they’re just the cutest ❤️

a.n. thank you for sending a request, lovely. 💖 i hope you like what i came up with! a beach day with vinnie seems like a dream tbh <3 xoxo

beach cuddles || vinnie hacker x reader

for the last few weeks, you’d watch the beautiful summer weather pass you by through the small window of your office.

and when you weren’t working, you laid in bed, too tired to do anything but scroll through each and every social media platform filled with vacation photos from everyone you followed.

the most excited thing you’ve done so far this season was go in your friend’s hot tub. although it was soothing, nothing compared to the cool touch of those salty waves you so desperately craved. 

you were most definitely feeling the summer blues. and vinnie could tell. no matter how hard you tried to put on a fake smile, vinnie knew you like the back of his hand. he instantly could tell when you were feeling out of it, and this was one of those times. 

as soon as he noticed, vinnie, being the incredibly sweet boyfriend he was, began planning a day trip to malibu for you and all your friends to go on, knowing the warm sun and majestic ocean was exactly what was needed to cheer you up.

he promptly messaged everyone, tossing around a few dates to see what would work for the whole group. once everything was set and stone he finally clued you in on the plans, to which a massive smile became glued on your face, one he realized hadn’t seen in quite some time. 

you were so excited for the upcoming beach trip. no more wasting away this perfect summer, you thought. you were going to enjoy yourself even if it was just for a day.

-- 

you had been counting down the days in your calendar until you would be lounging on the soft sand you’d missed so much, and finally the day you’d been anticipating all week for had finally arrived. 

you woke up bright and early, changing into the new bathing suit you were looking forward to wearing all summer, and packing all the essentials into your hefty beach bag. you made sure to grab a fresh bottle of sunscreen, knowing how easily your precious boy burned, along with quite a few snacks and enough drinks to keep you all quenched throughout the day. 

once you, vinnie, and the rest of the group were ready, you hit the road, cruising down the coast with the windows down and upbeat music blasting through the already blown-out speakers. 

luckily you guys got there early enough to find the perfect spot to lay out your towels, close enough to the water, but still secluded from the rest of the people already settled on the beach. 

it was truly the most fantastic day; the sun was shining with not a cloud in the sky. mother nature had been on your side, much to your relief.

for hours you went back and forth between laying on the shore, soaking up the sun while reading your book, to going for a swim in the water to cool off.

you found yourself sharing a towel with vinnie, always needing the comfort of each other’s touch, as you laid in the shade for a short break from the intense sun rays.  

however your short break turned out to be a little bit longer as you both fell asleep, the heat definitely wearing you out. 

you were cuddled together, vinnie’s arms wrapped around your body to keep you close as you tucked your head in his neck to further shield your eyes from the bright sun. your friends all cooed at the sight once they returned from taking a dip in the water. 

liza especially thought the two of you looked adorable, quickly snapping a picture that she knew you would love to see, always acting as your own personal photographer.

she took the photo to instagram, knowing the fans would absolutely eat it up, adding it to her story along with the caption, “these two could fall asleep anywhere”. 

-- 

about forty-five minutes later, you woke up to an endless amount of notifications on your phone. you grew confused until you saw the photo of you and vinnie napping together reposted about a hundred times, everyone freaking out about how cute you and vinnie were together. 

you continued to scroll through the comments, even liking a few, before deciding to make a post of your own. the picture showed you smiling with vinnie still asleep in the background next you. “my sleepy boy <3″ you captioned it. this caused fans to go even crazier, always adoring the couples content since your rarely shared it. 

you and vinnie were slowly becoming the internets favorite couple, and understandably so. 

[j-1z]

xdinary heroes personality/vibe check reading & channeled songs

disclaimer: all of my readings are for entertainment purposes only and should be taken with a grain of salt, as these idols are strangers.

this reading was done on jan. 17th, 2022. i used the ‘tarot of a moon garden’ deck for this reading. i also pulled up their birth charts as extra guidance

GROUP VIBES seven of swords, judgment, high priestess REV, two of cups, ace of staffs, empress REV

- vinta - crumb i stay inside of this pale white room / i feel trapped, my mind, the impending doom - we looked like giants - death cab for cutie and i held you closer than anyone would ever guess - love song for the haters - fleece something 'bout today / makes me feel okay / that you're gone

Xdinary Heroes is a very fresh-faced and bright-eyed group - understandable because they literally just debuted. They are being very closely watched at this time and it’s likely to be a positive outcome if they are working hard, and it really seems that they are working their asses off behind the scenes. Evaluation to make sure they are doing well - trial period. They’re all incredibly enthusiastic and creative - if they are allowed to work together and create their own music, it will point them in a great direction, careerwise. They are all more than capable of doing so.

The dynamic within the group, overall, is one that is very close, almost Stray Kids close - everyone gets along, despite occasional conflicts of interest. Everything they do is out of love for each other and because they really want each other to succeed. They have all found a group of people that they can lean on - there’s a real give and take, they all support each other through their hardships, and they have all been through a lot.

I believe they have already been made aware of how corrupt the kpop scene really is and didn’t exactly realize just how bad it really is. I picked up on a lot of dishonesty and manipulation - “get-rich-quick” schemes - I wonder if that is how they see their debut song and have seen exactly what netizens have been saying about it. I think Studio J might have already screwed them over as well. Some members desperately want to say something about it, but because of contract and whatnot, they can’t. They are in a state of figuring out if this is really what they want to do. They have been so busy and neglecting their own needs and it almost feels for naught - XH wants to perform and showcase just what they have, they’re giving their all on one song, and I think it irks the shit out of a lot of the members.

GUNIL ace of swords REV, nine of swords (side), five of swords, the world, six of cups REV, temperance, queen of cups, seven of staffs what is the conflict he is so stressed about? justice, three of swords. betrayal? ten of swords

- my year in lists - los campesinos!! my year in lists / stomping on your fingers as you're clinging on to the abyss - you wouldnt know - zac crook i got mad but i didn’t tell you / i’ve gotten real good at that - different state of mind - kid bloom i'm swimming in my head / mouth so dry, I could crack my tongue / jaw hanging like an accordion / let's hope nobody stares

Gunil is super cut out to be a leader - he’s incredibly caring and nurturing and wants what’s best for his members, a really great team player. Very likely to put others before him and make everyone feel at home. The members, in return, make him feel like he belongs, it’s a real nice give-and-take. Very sensitive to others needs - you know that meme where there’s a couple at McDonald’s and one of the orders are wrong? And the boyfriend is like “it’s fine, I’ll still eat it” and the girlfriend is like “HE SAID NO PICKLES.” Anyway, that’s any of his loved ones and Gunil. He’s good at getting people out of their shells and is very patient.

He’s dealt with a lot in his life, a lot more than he has already mentioned, I believe. It’s made him grow up considerably, he’s very mature about most things. It’s also made him almost hyper-independent, some feel that’s a fault, but I think it’s what’s most comfortable for him at times.

Already, Gunil is so stressed, it’s kind of crushing him. I think he is the most pissed off about what he has already witnessed and he fears confrontation, but it also kills him to not say anything about it. He also has a hard time with communicating his feelings and I think it’s because he’s very blunt and leans towards “tough love,” but it comes off as being a bully. It doesn’t help that he has a very strong presence and can be intimidating without even trying. He’s more likely to stand up for others than himself - he’s incredibly protective of those he cares about, but is afraid to rock the boat for himself and will then kick himself because he didn’t advocate for his own needs. He also tends to take on others' emotions as his own - he’s very sensitive to a fault and needs to learn how to differentiate between what he feels vs. what others feel.

I believe he mentioned that he is very self conscious and that is super apparent here - he really is his own worst critic, which comes up often in people who are very creative and talented. He overthinks to the point where he misses out on opportunities, self-sabotage is a huge theme here. He’s a little too self aware and it gets him in trouble. Gunil is also nostalgic, but to a fault - the type to ruminate on past problems or on when times were “better” and it makes him spiral at times. He can really benefit from cutting himself some slack and also advocating for himself.

I picked up on some of the stress being related to feeling betrayed and someone not being honest. I elaborate on this in one of the other readings, but right now he is really heartbroken over something and is hoping no one notices.

JUNGSU death, the moon REV, temperance, chariot REV, the world, five of cups REV. why lacking motivation? queen of swords REV

- what you know - two door cinema club and I can taste it / it's my sweet beginning - i follow you - melody’s echo chamber i need someone / to be close remember / my own demons / sneak under my pillow - soft sounds from another planet - japanese breakfast that's not the way to hurt me / i'll show you the way to hurt me

Everything Jungsu does has a purpose - he has a lot of gentle power within the group. Truly lives up to the mom nickname. He’s really kind and nurturing, an incredibly good team player - really enjoys being a part of a group and thrives when he can work with others. Jungsu feels like he really belongs in this group - they help him figure himself out and he does the exact same in return. I pulled the World for Gunil as well - I believe the two of them help each other the most, but both of them make others feel like they truly belong and really bring the group together.

It feels like he’s been through a lot and he was not lying about being anxious LOL. He relies way too much on the opinion of others and he’s well aware of it, but it’s hard for him to break out of it because he seems to have been dealing with it for a long time. It’s getting to the point where he is avoiding basically living his life because of everyone else’s opinion - he has no motivation and is losing the determination he once had. He needs to be a bit more assertive and remember that everyone is going to have an opinion, doesn’t mean he has to take it to heart. Jungsu has a lot of opportunities ahead, regardless of what people say about him - keep looking forward and the anxiety will continue to dwindle with time.

GAON queen of cups, seven of swords, hermit REV (why? five of swords REV, two of swords REV), knight of staffs, eight of staffs REV, four of staffs REV

- c u girl - steve lacy i wanna please you girl - lebanese blonde - thievery corporation a half a million thoughts / are flowing through my mind - art school crush - nnamdii - i love a girl who doesn't care for me / i'll still tell the world that we were meant to be

Gaon has such a big heart and is very romantic - if I remember correctly, he has a Pisces mars and it is so apparent. The type to romanticize the shit out of his life LOL. He has a lot of warmth and compassion for those around him, very sympathetic. Another one who will patiently wait and encourage someone to open up when they’re ready. He’s also quite the go-getter, very charming and self-confident, he knows how to get what he wants.

Needs to be really careful with being manipulative and using his charms in a not good way - he’s very capable of doing so. The type to exaggerate how great things are when he feels really poorly about it, in order to avoid rocking the boat, so manipulative without necessarily realizing it. I picked up on him feeling lonely and isolated as of right now - he is holding a grudge over something because he had to compromise. I feel like this is another Day6 sitch where a member was told to learn a new instrument because someone else is playing the instrument he already knows. I don’t think it was decided until their debut that he would play rhythm guitar vs. lead and he was quite pissed about it, but simply didn’t mention it, everyone thought he was fine with it. This came to a head recently and everyone found out just how upset he was over it (maybe he went over everyone’s heads and complained) and they’re all like “ok literally why didn’t you say anything we could have worked this out.” And now there’s a bit of a rift within the group, more so between him and Gunil - Gunil feels he should’ve just come to him and spoken to him, especially since it has been made clear among all of them that they can do that.

Now, he’s very frustrated because his complaining created a lot of delays and at this point, he needs to just get over it and learn to work with his team. I don’t believe he has ill-intentions towards the members and if anything, he feels pretty bad about it, especially since no one’s really angry with him, just disappointed. This was a moment of being a bit self centered and jumping the gun. He’s feeling super unwelcome - in the future, he needs to communicate and trust that his members only have his best interest in mind.

O.DE ace of cups, six of pentacles REV, seven of staffs REV, hanged man REV, queen of staffs REV, five of cups, four of swords, queen of swords

- the body is a blade - japanese breakfast the body is a blade that moves while your brain is writhing / knuckled under pain you mourn but your blood is flowing - venus as a boy - bjork he's Venus as a boy / he believes in a beauty and gentle - cult of dionysus - the orion experience yesterday I heard you say / your lust for life has gone away / it got me thinking, I think I feel a similar way / and that's sad

Currently, he is definitely basking in their debut, he’s really excited and in good spirits about it, looking forward to what’s to come for them in the future. O.de is very much a free spirit and has grown to be very much the way that he is - he won’t allow anyone to change that. He’s very encouraging to those he cares about, I feel like he’s the second mother of the group LOL, or maybe the wild aunt. Very gentle and considerate, super good listener, he tries his best to boost the morale of those around him who are sad. He can be a bit hot-headed and has a tendency towards jealousy, specifically towards people who seem to get things handed to them - he feels like he has to work extra hard to get what he wants.

I get this feeling that O.de is an incredibly complex person, more so than he will ever let on. On the surface, he can appear really aloof, but when you get to know him he’s incredibly warm and caring to those around him. I think he can be really obvious about how he’s feeling deep down if you look close enough. Has a tendency to give way too much of himself without meaning to - people take advantage of his kindness and he’s in a cycle where that keeps happening. He’s a mediator kind of character, I think others rely on him to make peace in group situations and it gets exhausting. O.de has gotten to a point where he stalls and just won’t make a move to help out because he’s kind of sick of being the mediator.

He deals a lot with chronic stress and anxiety - he focuses on the negative a lot, another one who is their own worst critic. He’s fiercely independent and withdraws into himself when he’s upset, which leads to him feeling lonely. I think at times he can feel like a machine, where he feels so upset but has to keep going for whatever reason, without dealing with how he feels. He can really benefit from letting others in when he’s overwhelmed and allowing himself to actually feel as optimistic as he lets on.

JUNHAN strength, seven of pentacles, queen of cups, knight of cups REV, knight of swords, nine of staffs, eight of swords REV (flew out, saw it upright but landed in REV)

- get up - sleater-kinney (bunch of sleater kinney songs played) and when the body finally starts to let go / let it all go at once / not piece by piece / but like a whole bucket of stars / dumped into the universe - little miss - bôa she's gonna scare you with her passion - recently played - crumb try to relate, predict your fate / now is the time, passing you by

4/6 cards all relate to perseverance - I get this feeling Jun Han has been through a lot, but has learned to believe in himself and simply keep going, it’s really admirable. I think he’s well aware of just how much he has grown and he’s reaping the benefits of all the hard work he’s put into himself. I don’t think anyone really expected him to open up as much as he has, but he realized that sitting and doing nothing and staying in the background wasn’t really going to get him anywhere. He seems rather “all or nothing,” so slowly opening up just wasn’t an option.

A lot of inner, quiet strength from this kid, he works hard and well under pressure. Team-player, very open minded and compassionate, the type to bring others up when they’re down, a really, super warm energy. I think it’s hard to shake his optimism these days. Jun Han has a big heart and it doesn’t seem like others take advantage of that, mostly because he doesn’t always let people in. He just seems to have an understanding of what everyone is going through, whether he’s experienced it firsthand or not. Very focused on what he wants and will stop at literally nothing in order to get it.

He‘s very sensitive and caring, almost to a fault - can be a little moody and will avoid conflict heavily when he’s in a bad mood. Generally, he has no issue with being assertive and can sometimes be a bit overkill, but if he’s upset, he just shuts down. Jumps to conclusions a lot, which also adds to his moodiness, can really benefit from healthy confrontation if something really bothers him. Has a tendency to romanticize life a little too much and can seem very disconnected - living in daydreams.

I also picked up on the feeling of betrayal here, but he has a lot of hope that things will get fixed. Very forgiving.

JOOYEON knight of staffs, three of cups, page of pentacles REV, five of pentacles, knight of cups REV, sun REV (first three cards came out in rapid succession)

- i feel fantastic - riovaz and it's awful / you're not the samе like you were - cat & dog - txt (THIS MAN IS GOOFY) feels like Cinderella i change / from a kitty I turn into your own Jindo dog - end of the road - noga erez i did it for the PR, i did it for the fear i did it knowing there's a D'animal pack in the back of the fridge - sensitive - dreamer isioma i'd never sell out for a check, you stupid motherfucker

Jooyeon is very much who he is and is unwilling to let anyone change his mind. Others might view him as reckless or impulsive, but he sees himself as someone who just keeps moving and grabs the bull by the horns. Very cut out for being in the public eye, incredibly charming and self-confident, a lot of how he acts on camera is just a played-up version of how he is. He’s very creative and capable of doing whatever he puts his mind to. He’s really enjoying working with the group and they return the sentiment - they give him a chance to really be himself and share his ideas and all in all, it’s a lot of fun for him. Jooyeon feels like he has found a group of ride or dies, essentially.

He is probably the least mature out of the entire group in most aspects - he’s quite vain, very aware of just how attractive he is and will use that to his advantage. Another one who tends to overly romanticize life, head in the clouds. Procrastinates a lot, believes he can pull it together at the last second and usually he does, but that’s not a good way to function, especially within a group setting. I think it irritates the people around him. Also a bit lazy, which leads to him procrastinating so much. He needs to strike while the iron is hot and take advantage of the opportunities that are presented to him.

I get this impression that the excess enthusiasm he exudes is how he copes with heavy emotions. Underneath everything, he is struggling with something akin to a blanket of snow, heavy and suffocating, but incredibly quiet - he keeps it under wraps well. He has a Scorpio moon and based on what I believe his rising sign is, he also has Pluto in the 1st house; his emotions are huge and it makes both him (and certain people around him) rather uncomfortable, and he can be quite moody. At times, he feels alienated and it’s really just his own feelings - the members do nothing but include him and he enjoys their company, but I don’t think he’s ever quite felt like he belongs anywhere. He could really benefit from not making himself smaller (or in this case, larger than life) to make everyone comfortable - the more you give to others without doing for yourself, the more you will suffer.

[echo-of-sounds]

smut alphabet - fatgum

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex, Taishiro enjoys a nice, warm bubble bath to unwind and clean up. As you relax, preferably with you resting against his stomach, he’ll run soap all over your sweaty skin then gently massage your lower back. When you’re bent over the bed, your back takes a lot of the stress with him pounding you from behind.

Following your bath, he’ll take as much skin-to-skin contact as he can get. It doesn’t matter if you’re lounging on the couch or laying in bed. He just wants to enjoy you. Feeling your body safe in his arms puts him at ease. And he’s super warm, so he’s the best to cuddle with during chilly nights.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Oh, he adores your tummy. All of it. Any surface, from your collar bones to your hips, he’ll kiss and lick and tickle and worship. Anything you consider a flaw or ugly, he commends. It’s not an exaggeration. You’re an icon. He’d kneel before you, honoring each stretch mark, revering every scar, bumps, or ‘defect,’ whispering into your skin as he kisses the whole of your stomach. If you’re ticklish, be prepared for him to blow raspberries.

On himself, he’s fond of his hands and smile. His smile attracts people. It’s big, friendly, and bright. His hands, though often used for maiming, are delicate and graceful whenever they glide over you. They’re strong, broad, heavy, and thick. Those apply to his fingers as well.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It’s flavorful, to say the least: rather bitter with salty undertones. Most of the time, he uses condoms as he enjoys cumming inside you, but he also doesn’t want to risk pregnancy when you’re not planning for it. 

It’s thick, and he loves watching it ooze out of you. Once his orgasm builds, he withdraws so only his head remains inside and pumps himself, cumming near your entrance. He’ll stroke your lower tummy, whispering how beautiful you are, singing praise after praise when you push his cum out. He’ll probably lick it up too.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have a dirty secret. He’s quite open about what he likes and wants, and what he’s done. Regardless, he fantasizes watching you play and suck on a lollipop, occasionally using it to pleasure yourself, then lick your wetness off of it. But he knows that isn’t healthy. Food, as good as it is to eat, shouldn’t be going inside.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While Tai may not be a Casanova, he knows how to pleasure someone. Oral is where his confidence lies. He can easily move your body around, sucking soft skin, dragging his tongue over wherever you need. He also has enough experience to know how much he needs to prepare you for penetrative sex. Making sure you’re stretched, lubricated, and ready is one thing he does without fail.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He isn’t picky. If he’s having fun and you’re having fun, it’s a splendid position. In doggy-style positions, he fancies the view of your hips wriggling and ass bouncing. And in missionary/right angle positions, your moaning face is a delight to see. Your legs will be held against his stomach as he’s thrusting into you, watching your breasts and mouth. He’ll occasionally open them to fondle more of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Despite his normal, feel-good, cheerful mood, he becomes a bit serious once in the moment. That doesn’t mean he won’t laugh, joke, or smile. Because he absolutely does! But his general feel is more acute, focusing on your body, praising your mouth and skill to hell and back.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

There’s a tuft of hair down there with a little trail leading up to his belly button. It’s a sandy blond that darkens to dirty blond around his base. He doesn’t shave: it makes him feel weirdly naked. He may trim after a while, but he typically keeps it at a manageable semi-long.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You won’t have to ask for flowers, a candlelit dinner, and soft music. One random day, you’ll open the door to all of that and more, and your smiling boyfriend holding a present. It’s a cute, new teddy he wants you to wear. After dinner, he whisks you away to the bedroom, continuing the romance for the rest of the night.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It happens more than Tai cares to admit. A Hero’s job isn’t easy. Masturbating works excess stress off. And he gets more adrenaline boners than others. He doesn’t know why. He’s been that way since he was a teenager. In the wake of a fight, he hurries home, jumps in the shower, and relieves himself. It’s over pretty quickly. However, if you’re home, he’s very willing to receive a blowjob. You know… if you want.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s very vocal. Not in the constantly moaning way. He just talks a lot, worshiping and praising your body and everything you do. It’s natural to him. He only wants you to know how good you are at sucking him and how beautiful you look gasping at the sheets and how stunning your slightly teary eyes are each and every thrust.

Going off that, it may not be a kink per se, but it arouses him seeing your eyes water. It’s not sadistic. He’d hate to bring you genuine pain. It’s about seeing you so horny, captivated, passionate, and immersed in all the pleasure to the point you can’t contain it, so it comes out as tears, floods his heart in love and warmth. He’ll do anything to see you like that every time. 

Some softer kinks are anal and toys. He enjoys exploring your body and finding fresh ways to have fun. Anal isn’t one he partakes in a lot because of his size. It’d take much more preparation, and he worries about hurting you. 

Being a Daddy is another thing he enjoys. It’s not his primary interest, and he can certainly live without it. He just likes being a protector, a comforter, keeping you safe from the world as you cuddle on the couch. He’s open to having rules, punishments, and willing to explore the overall lifestyle.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Not only is Taishiro incredibly tall, but he’s also strong and heavy. He’s broken more than his fair share of furniture. And yes, some of that was because he was screwing his partner over a table, putting his entire weight behind each thrust. Considering this issue, he tends to stick to the bed, couch, and sometimes the bathtub (really just any place that he won’t break).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re licking a popsicle, slurping the drippings, he’s interested. When you’re sucking on a lollipop, twirling your tongue around it, he’s very interested. He simply approves of you using your mouth in domestic-yet-arousing ways.

Overall, it doesn’t take much to work him up. You can just ask for sex, and he’s down. Lingerie is cute, especially if it’s a simple matching bra and panty set with some frills. It’s basic yet endearing. It also lets him appreciate your tummy. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s open to trying most things once. He wants to experience something before deciding his stance on it. 

Sex in public is the main one. He’s a Pro Hero. Public indecency would ruin his career. And he’s a huge guy. He can’t exactly hide. So even if he wanted to, it’d be incredibly hard to fondle each other while in public.

He won’t ever put your or his health in danger. The extreme side of BDSM (blood, CBT [not the therapy], and whips) and any sort of bodily fluid/waste are off-limits. Those hold no interest to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Tai eats… everything. You’re no exception to his hunger. He’s a firm believer in going down on his partner. His tongue, like his fingers, is broad, thick, and heavy. Because of his size, he’s become quite proficient at giving oral to prepare others.

He starts with feather-light kisses along your thighs, getting you excited before even touching you. When you’re shaking to his liking, he removes your underwear to continue his kisses, gradually increasing in pressure. His first licks are around where you want them. Only when you’re moaning from that does he finally lick along you, pushing his tongue inside, sucking your clit in between his lips. He likes you orgasming at least once before he fingers you.

To treat him, oral cock warming is the best option. While he’s watching Tv, just plop down between his legs and keep him in your mouth, sipping on all his precum. When it’s time to move, lick under his foreskin. It causes the loudest groans. 

Unlike some guys, he doesn’t like it when you gag on him. It doesn’t make him feel big. He knows he’s big. Because of that and his size, he never grabs your head. He won’t force you any lower than you choose. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He fluctuates between slow-and-hard and fast-and-flattering. Sometimes he prefers measured thrusts, taking his time pulling out, watching you stretch around him, then intensely sinking inside so hard your whole body shakes. Other times he enjoys holding your hips at the perfect angle, thrusting quick, complimenting how well you’re taking him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies don’t bother him. They happen. And he certainly won’t turn one down if you happen to get all riled up in the kitchen. Just make sure you’re someplace he won’t break.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Again, Tai will try most things at least once. And he’s game for any experimentation. If you have a new trick or toy, he’s open. But risks? He isn’t as interested. He’s a Hero. He doesn’t want to jeopardize his career for an alleyway blowjob.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One round is his normal. He isn’t some sex god. Since he focuses so much on preparing and stretching you in the beginning, one session usually lasts a good forty to fifty minutes.

If he’s worked up over something, or it’s just a highly horny day, he can go for two rounds. That easily lasts for over an hour. You’ll definitely need some rest after that. Take three ibuprofen and relax in the bath together.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any despite enjoying them. He hasn’t been in a relationship long enough to buy sex toys together. If you have any, he’d love to incorporate them. If you want any, he’ll look for some online and surprise you with the toy one day. 

He’s interested in a few BDSM toys to use on you, mostly nipple clamps, furry wrist cuffs, and a paddle with little heart cut-outs so they get imprinted on your ass. Purple is his preferred color, particularly lilac or lavender. No matter your size, skin color, and scars, purple looks downright gorgeous on you. Almost too much so because it gets him riled up and thrusting gasping-bed-creaking-and-toe-curling deep.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tai will tease you to tears. He just loves the sounds you make when you’re desperate: whining for his fingers, fussing for his mouth, begging for him to finally touch you, and, most importantly, how you cry for his dick, how you whimper when he first fills you, then your gasps from his thrusts. He can’t get enough, and he’ll do damn near anything to hear more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His noises are moderate in volume and perfectly handsome. His groans are deep and exciting whenever you suck him just right. Although, if talking counts, he’s on the higher end of the spectrum because his mouth just keeps on moving. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When people are only attracted to him when he’s skinny, he feels weird. He’s not sure if it’s insecurity, uncertainty, or something else. He hardly recognizes himself when he looks in the mirror and sees a six-pack. That’s not his body. His quirk relies on fat. His body’s supposed to be fat. Those stares and giggles he receives because of his abs don’t flatter him like it may other people. He wants his partner to love his body for everything it is.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Just like the rest of him, Taishiro is big. And thick. And heavy. The corona of glans is the widest part. So much so, his foreskin has trouble retracting past it. Don’t worry. It’s not phimosis, and it doesn’t pain him in any way. 

When he’s entering, his head pops inside suddenly, stretching you for his near 8-inch length. You’ll undeniably feel its weight inside you. The middle of his shaft is quite wide as well, covered in an array of veins. 

Hence why foreplay is always a must. No exception. He needs to stretch you plenty and apply enough lube because it’s a lot. If it’s too painful, or you just don’t want him to push all the way inside, he understands. Halfway is more than enough for him to feel pleasure.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It fluctuates. Most of it depends on his quirk and work. If his energy/fat is depleted, so is his sex drive. His body mainly focuses on restocking what it’s lost instead of unnecessary matters. During his good weeks, it’s fairly high, especially at the beginning of your sexual relationship. It wants to get as much of you as possible in the shortest amount of time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

While Tai has built up plenty of endurance from his career, something about sex tires him out. It could be the drained hormones and bliss-filled afterglow. It could be the gentle and loving feeling that floods him after watching you orgasm. It could be seeing you so spent and weak that he wants to do nothing but hold and protect you. It’s probably all three. After cleaning up, he loves laying down, cuddling naked while you both drift off to sleep.

[mothandpidgeon]

REPUTATION - Chapter 1

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Words: 3615

Rating: T

Warnings: slowest of burns, gender swapped characters, TOUCHING HANDS, no us of y/n

Summary: After scandal damages your reputation, you are finished with society. But a mysterious bachelor by the name of Mr. Djarin has a reputation of his own. And you are determined to keep yourself from getting mixed up with him.

A/N: So after THAT LOOK I know we are all working on our Darcy fics. I feel very intimidated to give it a go when so many talented writers are going to be doing it better but I really haven’t been able to think about anything else.

Also please forgive any historical inaccuracies. I hate those even when they’re on purpose so let’s just agree to ignore them.

And thanks @pascalslittlebrat for taking a look at this and listening to all of my feelings.

MASTERLIST

You used to enjoy going to balls. You used to feel excitement when you got dressed in a fine white gown, your hair set elegantly with little silk flowers. Your heart would race when you would arrive and see all of the gentlemen in their finery. And dancing. There was a time when you could stay on your feet all night, drinking in the attention of all the eligible bachelors.

Those days were long gone. Now you felt a rock in the pit of your stomach the entire time. You counted the moments until you could leave. You couldn’t even bother to put on a pleasant expression, spending entire evenings sullen and taciturn. But at least this was the last ball you had to drag yourself to this season.

You had been forced to spend yet another season in town. This time you had the company of your younger cousin Julia, though her older sister Emma was a difficult chaperone. And tonight you were being hosted by Captain Charles Dune and his wife Lady Georgiana Karga. They threw wonderful parties– at least you had enjoyed them when you enjoyed those things. It was a masquerade ball which meant Julia had picked out a dainty little mask for you to wear. You couldn’t be bothered to choose one yourself but Julia had an eye for this sort of thing. And you liked the creamy white bow that she tied into your hair.

Julia was looking forward to tonight. She was very popular despite being related to you, containing all of the traits a man would want in a wife– good looks, excellent conversational skills, and a talent at the piano forte. She had a number of young men constantly calling on her and her dance card was practically full before she had even gotten into the carriage.

“You look so pretty!” she insisted, though she was probably admiring the work she had done to make you presentable.

Emma was looking forward to being finished with you. She had been married for three years and fancied herself an authority on the subject. She spent much of her time lecturing you on the proper way to comport yourself. Tonight she was just trying to get you to quit sulking.

“Would you at least try to be sociable?” Emma requested with a frown.

“I don’t much see the point,” you huffed. “Do you really believe I’ll get a proposal at the last ball of the season?”

“Lady Georgiana has invited an old friend of the captain’s,” Emma encouraged. “Mr. Djarin. She says he’s quite admirable.”

You rolled your eyes. You both knew you were headed for spinsterhood. Emma had lost her mind if she thought that she was going to pawn you off on some aged, paunchy bachelor.

The ball went exactly as you had expected. You watched Julia dance and laugh. You stood by as Emma talked animatedly when she wasn’t giving you sharp looks. Though there were gentlemen without partners, no one asked you to dance aside from Captain Dune and a few of the unlucky young men he could press into service.

Even now at the end of the season, where so many engagements had been made, you could still feel the eyes on you, the whispers behind hands. It was as if they thought the masks covered their looks of derision. You knew what they were saying, why they snickered and turned away.

It was all because of your broken engagement to Mr. Vanth. There was no returning from a situation like that. You had been cast aside and all of the ton could enjoy surmising the reasons. Your reputation was in shambles.

But it wasn’t the fact that he had gone and married some heiress not two months after he’d given you up that made it all so painful. What had really destroyed you was the fact that you’d let yourself love him. He wasn’t the best choice though he was handsome and had enough income to keep you comfortable. But you had given your heart to him and he had crushed it. And you looked like an utter fool for it.

For some reason, tonight it all stung. You’d learned to drown out the comments and ignore the sideways glances. But here you were, closing yet another season, as single as the day you’d come out. You’d begged your poor mother to let you stay at home in the country so that you wouldn’t have to suffer these indignities. It was pathetic that you had even shown up in London. But she had insisted, had assured you that you were still desirable, still attractive and spirited.

You certainly didn’t feel that way now. You snatched up a glass of wine from a nearby valet and drank it down in nearly a single gulp. It did little to soothe your nerves.

You needed air. You took another glass and sped towards the garden. The noise and music floated out here but the fresh air was cool and the garden looked quite empty, the vacant pathways lit by torches.

You’d once been so much fun. You’d laughed and smiled. You’d had no worries about your future. Now, not only were you a laughing stock but you would be lucky if you could rely on your cousin’s generosity for the rest of your days lest you end up in the poor house.

Tears were welling up in your eyes. You tore the mask off of your face to wipe them away. With your vision clouded and in the dim of the garden, you didn’t see the man that was standing in the shadows until you’d run right into his back.

You’d hit him with enough force to knock you back a few paces but he hardly flinched. He was tall and broad shouldered and he turned to look at you with curiosity. He was alone, thank heavens. He wore a black tailcoat and under that a waist coat that looked like silver and shined like silk. You didn’t recognize him but, of course, he was wearing a mask like all of the other guests. His was rendered in the same silver fabric with a slim slit for his eyes. A scalloped piece of fabric fell from the bottom of the mask down to his chin so you couldn’t see anything of his face other than his dark eyes.

Once you’d regained your balance you began to stutter an apology.

“Forgive me, sir,” you stammered. “I must mind my step.”

The stranger didn’t say anything, he just continued to look you up and down, the torch light reflected in his eyes. His hair was a mess of dark curls. His stature was imposing and incredibly still. You were so shaken that you suddenly realized how you looked, your face stained with tears and eyes glassy. You felt your cheeks burn with even more embarrassment.

Just as you opened your mouth to give some explanation, a voice came from behind you.

“Djarin! There you are!” Captain Dune called out, as jovial as ever.

You did your best to wipe the tears from your cheeks while the masked man turned his attention away.

Captain Dune sauntered down the path with his wife on his elbow. He was a dark haired, stocky man who still looked quite dashing in his dress uniform. He had been a hero of the Nile and served with your father before his ship had been lost. His round face was adorned with a black mask.

“Ah! I see you’ve met the young lady I told you about,” Dune said.

Lady Georgiana’s bright eyes looked between the two of you from under her leather mask. She was a beautiful woman with dark skin and a wide smile. She had always been kind to you even after the disastrous affair with Mr. Vanth.

“My dear, allow me to introduce Mr. Djarin,” Lady Georgiana said. “He is a very good friend.”

Mr. Djarin gave a tight bow when she introduced you but barely murmured a, “How do you do?”

“What are you doing hiding out here, Djarin? The dancing is inside!” Dune teased.

Mr. Djarin gave a chuckle but he didn’t sound amused.

“Why don’t you ask this young lady for a dance? I’m sure she would lower herself to stand up with you,” the captain continued with a wink.

“I’d better not. Please, you’ll have to excuse me. I should retire,” Mr. Djarin said, his voice deep and raspy.

Your eyes fell to the ground and you swallowed hard. You hoped in the darkness of the garden, Lady Georgiana didn’t catch your upset. Clearly Captain Dune had told him everything about you. Why else would this man be so impolite?

“Oh come now. It’s early, yet,” the captain protested.

“Forgive me. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he bowed and took his leave.

“My dear,” Lady Georgiana tried, “you’ll have to forgive Mr. Djarin. He has lived alone for so long that he sometimes forgets his manners.”

You gave her a smile, clenching your jaw so that you would not cry.

“I just had a splendid idea!” Lady Georgiana exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “You should come stay with us at Nevarro Hall. We leave next week. It would be great fun. I do find that part of the country so diverting.”

“You are too kind but I couldn’t impose,” you said politely. You had a feeling this offer only came because Georgiana felt responsible for her friend’s slight.

“Nonsense! You’re quite right that is a grand idea!” the captain agreed.

It was agreed that Lady Georgiana would write to your mother to inform her of the invitation. You knew she wouldn’t disagree considering how kind the Dunes were and how generous an invitation it was. Once the matter was settled, Captain Dune insisted you return to the party and you reluctantly slunk back inside.

Julia was with a gaggle of some friends when you returned to the ballroom. There was some excitement going on between them.

“Did you see him, Lucy?” one of the girls asked.

“I was introduced,” Lucy squealed. “It is a shame he was not here earlier in the season.”

You realized they were talking about Mr. Djarin and you felt yourself frowning.

“You’re not happy with Mr. Calican?” Julia laughed. Lucy had accepted his proposal just yesterday.

“No, of course!” she scoffed.

“What was he like?” Julia asked.

“I’ve heard he has a fine estate,” Lucy said.

“Oh, he was terribly handsome,” the first girl craned her neck to try and spot Mr. Djarin.

You wanted to laugh. You had also been introduced to Mr. Djarin but there was no way of knowing how handsome he was beneath that mask. You might have even ventured to tell them that but Emma joined the group looking disgruntled.

“I have learned some most unsettling news about Mr. Djarin,” she said. “He is traveling with a child who is in his care.”

“What about that offends you so?” Julia rolled her eyes.

“That is just it, Julia. I am told that this young boy is not merely Mr. Djarin’s ward. He is, in fact, his natural child.” This last part she said in a scandalized whisper.

This raised quite a few eyebrows but you furrowed your own.

“You are told?” You responded. “By whom?”

You knew the rumors that had circulated about yourself and had grown to absolutely despise and distrust gossip.

“I have it on good authority,” Emma said, which meant that some busybody had told her.

You shook your head. You hated that you felt the need to defend Mr. Djarin after he’d been so rude to you. If he had a child out of wedlock, one that he paraded around shamelessly, then what right did he have to rebuff you? You reminded yourself that this was merely hearsay. And no one deserved to be slandered like that.

But when you saw the way the other girls eyed you, you remembered yourself. If you protested too much, it would only speak to your own reputation. So you let them prattle on and as soon as you could slip away, you did, and spent the rest of the evening counting the minutes until you could leave and fall into bed.

After such an excruciating time in town, you were happy to be going anywhere else and, selfishly, you were glad that you didn’t need to spend a long carriage ride hearing Julia go on and on about how much she would miss being in town.

Nevarro Hall was situated on a gorgeous estate in a quiet part of the countryside. Lady Georgiana had given you a well appointed room with a view of the grounds. There was a beautiful garden with a fountain in the middle and, beyond that, a manicured lawn. You could see down to the lake and, past that, the tall trees. You spent a week walking the grounds with Lady Georgiana.

You loved to draw and you could set yourself in some corner of the garden and sketch the flowers for hours on end. It was such a wonderful change from the constant noise and hustle of town– the endless parties and calls, Emma herding you around like a prized cow. When the weather was fair, Lady Georgiana would have tea set outside and she and the captain would ask for a tour through your sketchbook and kindly remark on your talents.

“Perhaps you will create a likeness of the captain, my dear,” Lady Georgiana suggested. “If he will sit still enough for you.”

The captain laughed at that remark as the valet presented him with a letter.

“Very good! It seems Djarin will be joining us tomorrow! His business in town is finished,” he said.

You tried to hide your displeasure. You had no interest in sitting through dinners and excruciating evenings with Mr. Djarin. But you had little choice in the matter. And the captain and Lady Karga had been such generous hosts, you wouldn’t insult them by cutting your visit short.

You decided that you would be as polite as necessary but keep away from him as much as possible. This was wise, you told yourself, because your reputation couldn’t suffer any more difficulties. There were plenty of people that would jump at the chance to make even a passing association with Mr. Djarin into a scandal. But, of course, there was still a part of you that smarted at the way he had dismissed you in your very first encounter. You couldn’t be prevailed upon to be pleasant to a man that was so insulting. And so you would not.

Luckily, the first two days, it was easy to avoid Mr. Djarin entirely. The captain had taken him out riding or shooting or some such activity men enjoyed and they had dined out. Lady Georgiana had become a dear companion to you but she had begun to spend far too much time hinting at how much she liked the new guest. You would merely nod and smile and let your mind wander when she started to tell you how agreeable Mr. Djarin was or how he had been such a kind friend to her father.

On the third day, you had complained of a headache so you could excuse yourself from breakfast. After you had the tea and toast that Lady Georgiana had sent up to your room, you insisted a walk would be good for you and you set out across the grounds with your sketchbook.

You decided the stables were a good place to be left alone. It wasn’t like anyone would be looking for you there and, save the horses, there was nobody there. You found a little wooden chair and sat down to draw the horses and tack.

There was a beautiful black mare with white whiskers around her snout that you were sketching when you heard a noise. It was a funny little squeal. You thought you had imagined it until you heard it again. It had come from the empty horse stall at the very end and when you set down your sketchbook to investigate, you found a little boy sitting in the hay.

“Hello,” you said to him.

He smiled up at you. He looked incredibly sweet with chubby little cheeks. His ears seemed too big for his head and his eyes, too, were big and round. He wore a little brown suit with a delicate ruffle around the neck that was now covered in mud and hay.

“What are you doing in here?” you asked him, though he seemed too small to answer.

He babbled at you and held out something in his hand.

“What’s that?”

The child leaned forward, stretching towards you, and dropped it into your hand. It was a little silver ball that jingled like it had a bell within.

“Thank you,” you chuckled.

You shook it and it made a tinkling sound. He clapped his pudgy hands together, then planted them on the ground, and carefully got to his feet. He continued to yammer on as he tottered towards you, falling on his behind once, but determined to reach you on his own.

“Grogu!” You heard a voice from the path outside that you recognized. “Grogu!”

The boy scampered out of the stable and right up to the boot of Mr. Djarin.

“Where have you been, lad? They’re turning the whole house over looking for you,” he said.

He scooped the little boy up, holding his whole body in the crook of his arm, a wide hand grasping the boy’s calf. Grogu put a dirty hand up to Mr. Djarin’s chin and he laughed softly.

Now that you had the benefit of seeing him without a mask, you realized Mr. Djarin was, indeed, quite handsome. He had full lips and a prominent nose. His skin was a shade of gold that complimented his dark eyes. His starched collar met a square jaw that was dotted with stubble. In the sunlight, you could see that his soft curls and thick sideburns were threaded with grey hairs. The smile that spread over his features was so warm, you wished you could capture it in your sketchbook.

This was the infamous child, then. You saw little resemblance between Mr. Djarin and the lad but he held him so tenderly, it made you wonder if the rumors hadn’t been true.

That’s what you were pondering when the boy turned his attention back to you, pointing with a plump little finger. Mr. Djarin’s whole body stiffened when he saw you, his eyes turning sharp.

“Good morning,” you said with a curtsy.

His jaw clenched and he nodded.

“He was playing,” you tried, tilting your head back towards the stable.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I was drawing the horses,” you explained.

His head tilted just slightly.

“Is that his name? Grogu?” You asked when Mr. Djarin failed to speak.

“Yes,” he said.

You smiled. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Grogu.”

You put out your hand and the lad wrapped his fingers around one of yours.

“Ebba!” he cried.

You laughed. When you glanced at Mr. Djarin he was looking at you with an expression you could only describe as fear. Your smile faltered.

“I take it your business was concluded. In a satisfactory manner, I hope?” you inquired politely.

His brow furrowed momentarily and he opened his mouth and then set Grogu down at his feet.

“Yes. I-” he cleared his throat. “Please, you must forgive me for my behavior at the masquerade. Lady Georgiana said that I offended you. That was not my intention.”

You felt heat in your cheeks once again, embarrassment mixed with anger. You couldn’t believe he had to be told that he had acted like an ass. “Not to worry, sir. My pride has already been damaged so thoroughly, what is but one more slight?”

The look that crossed his face was absolute horror. You would have apologized for speaking so plainly but you frankly didn’t care. What right did he have to judge you? To apologize like you were so pitiful when here he was with his love child. You knew what men like Mr. Djarin were like and you’d learned to keep a wide berth.

“I- I should tell them that I’ve found him,” Mr. Djarin said. “Good day.”

He turned to go back up the path.

“Wait!” you called.

You blushed when you realized how impolite it sounded. Mr. Djarin turned carefully but said nothing. You approached him, painfully aware of the way he stared at you. It was difficult to meet his eye. You swallowed and held out the child’s ball to him. Mr. Djarin put out his hand and you placed it in his palm. As you did, your fingertips brushed his hand and you shivered. His skin felt rough and his palm was so large compared to your own. Your breath caught and, for some reason, you wished he would close his fingers around yours. You quickly withdrew your hand.

The boy reached out for the ball with a coo.

“Much obliged,” Mr Djarin managed. He was still looking at you with intense concentration.

Your chest felt tight.

“I’ll let them know at the house,” you stuttered and after a quick curtsy you were rushing back up the path.

--- Chapter 2

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The Perils of Being Mr. Nesta Archeron

It’s important you understand this is my incredibly poor attempt at comedy and I just wanted to write some nonsense.

This popped into my brain after seeing all the posts about how awesome Nesta is and how she had a ridiculous amount of marriage proposals and interest from human men, fae males and demons alike. 

I just kind of took it from there...

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“I still like what Nesta’s done to the place.”

Feyre looked around the grand drawing room of the House of Wind, her dozing son on her lap and her bored mate at her side who murmured something which could be taken as an agreement while pulling off imaginary pieces of lint from his sleeve.

The House was now Nesta’s, in as much as anything sentient could truly belong to anyone, and as such was rarely used for official Night Court business. Its predominant function was as home to Nesta, Cassian and a reluctant Azriel, who’d been gifted the responsibility of ‘supervisor’ – a gift which Feyre suspected he’d like to return.

The Inner Circle still held Starfall at the House and, like now, the High Lord and High Lady of Night, would visit. When she visited alone, Feyre visited in the capacity of sister and friend but when with Rhys, it was all work.

Nesta and Cassian had embraced their titles as the Lord of Bloodshed and Lady Death and their combined reputations proceeded them sending them into every corner of Prythian and the many dark outer reaches was a tactic Rhys now employed.

The aim was to achieve negotiations and encourage peaceful surrenders where necessary but if there was resulting collateral damage, it was of little consequence to Rhys.

The other reason that the House was seldom used for official Night Court business was the unnerving issue of the House itself. Whilst the majority of the architecture remained unchanged there was the occasional surprise addition. Or subtraction.

Amren discovered the House’s penchant for the latter when, on one uninvited call, she opened a door which should have led to private chambers only to find herself plummeting through the air onto the ground. She swore blind the House foundations quivered like it was laughing.

Feyre wondered how independently the House acted from Nesta and how much it carried out her wishes. She suspected that this room, the grand drawing room, had been one of Nesta’s heart fulfilments or, at least, something for Cassian.

The room was sizable, entered from the hallway via a series of doorway arches wide enough for splayed Illyrian wings. Oversized plush furniture filled the room and the floors were strewn with thick sable rugs.

The most spectacular draw to the room was the window which stretched from ceiling to floor and from wall to wall on the side opposite the doorways. The view, one across Velaris’ golden rooftops and shining turquoise waters of the Sidra, filled the space like a painting.

Feyre sighed, at least this current visit was expected and so they weren’t risking the windows opening of their own accord to fling them out. The occupants of the House had been gone for longer than anticipated on this task and so Rhys sent ahead a message that he wanted a full debrief when they returned.

Feyre opened her mouth to speak again but stopped when she heard the thud of boots and flutter of wings.

“Finally,” Rhys said with a glance towards Nyx whose eyes flickered open.

“He’ll be happy see Aunt Nesta,” Feyre said in a sing-song voice to her now awake baby, turning him so he could view the entrance. “He loves Aunt Nesta.” She wasn’t above using her infant son as a tactic to avoid her eldest sister’s potential irritation at the intrusion into her home.

Rhys eyed up the shaking walls, “Yes, as does the House.”

Nesta entered first and Feyre breathed a sigh of relief that the floor remained solid underneath where she sat.

“Hello,” Nesta said, her voice soft and cooing. Her welcome wasn’t to her sister or brother-in-law but to the now beaming baby in Feyre’s lap whose legs and arms flailed in the air as he wriggled.

Nesta stepped further into the room, treading over the rugs, arms outstretched, “Come to Aunty Nesta.”

The vast windows let in the bright sunlight, sunlight which illuminated the state of the Illyrian leathers Nesta had clad herself in.

Feyre shrieked, twisting in the chair and blocked Nyx from Nesta’s grasp, pointing at her sister’s waist. “What is that?””

Nesta paused and frowned, looking down.

Aside from the interesting splotches of red across the leathers, the utility belt tightened around Nesta’s waist contained the usual items Feyre expected; knife, pouch, knife, another knife and then... another item she hadn’t.

A leather strap was wound in multiple knots around the thick band and tied to an uneven, lumpy dome the other end. The lumpy dome ended in a stump clotted with congealed blood.

“Oh,” Nesta said with a shrug, “I forgot.” She untied the leather strap and pulled the lump away. “Just another one for the collection.” With a graceful arm movement, Nesta threw what Feyre realised was a decapitated head onto the floor where it landed with a thud, a dribble of blood oozing fresh from the neck wound.

“Well, you can’t hold the baby until you’ve washed your hands. Thoroughly.”

Nesta frowned at her, an ice-cold glare fixed on her face. “Fine,” she snapped, as though Feyre’s request was unreasonable.

Cassian, unlike her sister, had taken some time to remove his blood encrusted leathers before greeting his guests, and he wandered in through the arch with a nod of his head towards Feyre and Rhys.

His hazel eyes noted the bloodied head by the door and he released a sigh.

“You need to stop doing that.”

“The House doesn’t mind.”

The shutters covering the windows in the other rooms started to clatter up and down.

“See?”

“Yes, but I mind and besides,” he gestured across to Feyre, “an infant is present.”

Nyx, now bouncing on Feyre’s lap, slapped his hands together as hard as he could in time with the House. He gazed at Nesta as though she’d sliced her way through necks especially for him.

“He doesn’t care,” Nesta said in a sing-song voice eerily similar to the tone Feyre herself used earlier. She beamed at her nephew, “He’s clapping with the House.”

Rhys’ face turned white, “The House is applauding you?”

“Oh yes,” Az said, arriving at last and pushing his way through where Cassian and Nesta stood to flop down onto the armchair next to Feyre. “Nesta always gets rapturous applause when she brings home a kill.”

Feyre glanced from Azriel, legs sloping over one armrest while his head flopped across the other, to Nesta and then onto Cassian who was pinching the bridge of his nose.

“As much as I am ecstatic to see you all,” he said, “I’ll leave Az to deal with the debrief. I need to go lie down for a while.”

Cassian exited as swift as he entered, Az not bothering to open his now closed eyes. The concerned glances of the other room occupants followed Cassian’s retreating back.

Nesta turned back to Feyre, the ice-cold glare melted away. “Excuse me while I disappear.” Then, in a heartbeat, her expression was one of joy, “Bye-bye baby, I’ll see you in a little bit for snuggles.”

Nyx let out a small sob as Nesta left and Feyre quickly turned him towards her, readying him for a feed, knowing that the small sob would turn into a loud shriek.

“Well,” she said, “she obviously prefers Nyx to me.”

“Feyre, darling – you got spoken to,” Rhys said. “I think it’s safe to say Nesta didn’t acknowledge my existence. Which I’m fine with,” he added, nervously eyeing up the House’s stone walls, “whatever makes her happy.”

Nyx, thankfully, latched onto Feyre’s bared breast and for a moment no noise sounded in the room other than his greedy milk-hungry gulps.

A thought played over and over in her mind though; Nesta’s look of concern, Cassian’s uncharacteristic broodiness. “Are they ok?” she asked Az, at the same time Rhys enquired as to how the recent mission went.

Az’s eyes fluttered open and he gestured to the head on the floor. “As you can tell – we won.” Then, his voice gentler, he turned to Feyre, “They’re fine.”

“Is Cassian upset at the violence? At Nesta doing the um...,” and using her free hand Feyre motioned across her throat with a finger.

Az laughed, such a rare sound it reminded Feyre of the bells on Solstice evening. “Not at all. He likes that she does those things it’s just-”

He paused.

Rhys, satisfied that the mission went well and not caring about anyone’s romantic woes, settled back into the loveseat while Feyre leaned forward, careful to not disrupt her feeding son.

Azriel nodded towards the head, “Before the Anguis went the way of Hybern and the Kelpie, he managed to propose.”

“Not another one!”

“Don’t worry,” Azriel said, “I’m sure Nesta is reassuring Cassian of her love as we speak.”

As though cued up with expert timing, or, as Feyre suspected, the House lifting a self-imposed sound barrier to prove a point, the thumping drifted down to the grand room from several floors up.

“That was...fast.”

Suddenly Azriel appeared just as exhausted as Cassian had. “Nesta reassures Cassian of her love at least twice a night anyway, and when she’s done reassuring him, he feels the need to thank her back.”

Feyre winced, her face contorting into one of displeasure while Rhys didn’t try to hide his smirk. “This is what – the fourth proposal? Fifth?”

Az closed his eyes and dropped his head backwards once more. “Ninth. This isn’t the worst we’ve had.”

Nyx snuffled and Feyre moved him to her other breast. “Wasn’t the first in the Winter Court?”

They’d been in Winter for the naming ritual of Kallias and Viviane’s baby and once the ceremony was done, all guests mingled in the palace hall. The High Lord and Lady of Winter stood on the dais, draped in silver and grey, Viv beaming as she held her pink cheeked daughter.

The music, food and wine flowed freely but Feyre could barely hear the former over the laughter of the high fae and the chime of glasses as toast after toast was declared. The Inner Circle members had dispersed throughout the crowds earlier, all intent on seeking their delight in various forms.

Feyre had seen Nesta on the dance floor for the opening songs but she’d long since gone and Feyre wondered if Nesta and Cassian had snuck away to take advantage of the Winter palace’s numerous private bedrooms.

She had done her duty as High Lady of Night, walking around the hall, ice blue gown sashaying around her legs as revellers congratulated her on the arrival of her own child.

Feyre had smiled and thanked them but she tired easily after Nyx’s traumatic birth and it wasn’t long before she sought out the fur-decked chaise longue tucked in one of enclaves on the far wall.

As Feyre made her way towards it, movement from the corner on her right drew her attention.

Nesta was standing by another enclave, glass in hand, virulently shaking her head. Nesta’s golden-brown hair had been braided into a complex knot adorned with diamonds which caught the fae lights and casted shapes on the ceiling. It had been this that captured Feyre’s eye.

“No,” Nesta said, “I don’t think so.” She smoothed down a non-existent crease on her dress, a pale grey-blue that shimmered like mist over ice, ever changing.

The male she was speaking to was some high-ranking courtier from Winter who Feyre had been introduced to earlier that evening but whose name escaped her. He was tall and handsome enough, gazing at her sister with sapphire blue eyes, but Nesta’s demeanour suggested nothing other than sheer boredom.

Cassian emerged from the crowds, seemingly drawn to what was happening in the corner of the room like a moth towards a flame, his body screaming nothing but fury. Still, he interjected himself between Nesta and the Winter male with a decorum Feyre felt he should be proud of. His fists were clenched and his jaw twitched as he ground his teeth but there was no violence. Yet.

Feyre moved quickly to them.

Side by side there was no contest that Cassian was the larger, broader and less refined male. He wore scuffed Illyrian leathers and the most he’d done for the event was clean his hair and tie it back.

The courtier wore ivory silk brocade strewn with pearls and viewed Cassian up and down with a sneer.

“And who, exactly, are you?”

Cassian spat out his answer, “Her mate and husband and your executioner – you are?”

“Ah yes,” Rhys said. “The naming ball. Was it just the one dance Nesta performed before she had the males panting over her?”

“Still,” Feyre said, “that one was the easiest to smooth over. No one was killed. Or maimed.”

“I think the proposal with Chrysos was when Cassian was aware this was going to be a repeat issue,” Az said.

Chrysos stood before them, undulating between the visage of a male and of something else, something other – possibly human but not quite. His skin was translucent and his gold blood ran through his veins, clear to their eyes, like streaks in white marble.

He was horrifying and beautiful and Feyre struggled to tear her eyes away.

“I must marry you,” he said, directing his words to Nesta. Chrysos’ voice echoed around the cave chamber, strangely melodic, a harmony of angels singing in chorus, one voice on top of another. “I shall make you my Queen and take you into the darkness where we shall make the sweetest music and-”

Nesta’s shoulders sagged, energy sapped from her as she gave a frustrated sigh.

“What the fuck?!”

Feyre jumped at Cassian’s yell, the noise bouncing from the tops of the cave to the bottom, deep into the darkest part and back again.

“Seriously! For fucks sake, I am standing right here!”

Rhys chuckled. “That ended quick enough if I remember?”

“We were on a recruitment mission though, we wanted him on our side,” Az said, “not dead.”

“Cassian maintains he slipped.”

“From six feet away?”

“Yes.”

“With his sword aloft?”

“I didn’t think the proposal in Summer was too bad,” interrupted Feyre, now with Nyx resting against her shoulder so she could pat his back with soothing circles.

The party on Tarquin’s barge was held at the height of the season the Court was most famous for.

The weather was idyllic; sunshine beating down on Feyre’s skin, endless blue skies stretching ahead while a cool ocean breeze drifted from the teal waters teaming with coral. Dolphins pranced in the frothy waves around them, shimmering and shining, their scales a rosy pink.

“Look, Nyx, look!” Feyre held her cooing baby high, pointing the dolphins out to his curious violet eyes.

The barge moved at a comfortable pace and again, like all parties the High Lords arranged, the music, food and wine flowed. Guests streamed from the top desk to the lower one and lower still when they felt like taking to the private cabins, the heat in the air turning into heat in the blood.

The decks were vast enough to not see the same individuals constantly but small enough to see them often and Feyre had smiled every time she walked past a relaxed Cassian and Nesta.

On their first stroll about the deck, Nyx had been awake and grinning, Nesta peppering his small face with a flood of kisses that had him squealing and his limbs flailing with joy. Cassian had joked about knowing his place in the pecking order and Nesta smiled at him in turn.

Cassian’s hair was tied back into a loose bun, strands of black hair falling past his jaw. It was too hot for leathers and, with his white linen shirt with sleeves rolled up to expose the black tattoos on his arms, he was the most casual Feyre had ever seen him.

Nesta stunned in a dress of blue which started ice blue at her shoulders before blending into a shade so dark at the hem it was almost black. The front was a demure and delicately scalloped neckline but Nesta’s back was entirely bare, held up by invisible straps.

Multiple pairs of eyes glanced their way but Nesta’s hand never left Cassian’s and his free one travelled the length of her spine dipping beyond the fabric at her lower back.

You’re borderline indecent, Feyre told them with pretend outrage and continued to walk the deck.

The second time Feyre passed them, they had been talking to Tarquin and Feyre only caught a brief snippet of their conversation, trying to settle a now restless Nyx against her shoulder.

“One apology,” Tarquin had said, “that was my mother’s favourite building.”

On Feyre’s third pass, Nyx now in Rhys’ arms, Tarquin had gone. In his place stood a fae Feyre didn’t recognise.

“I had turned away for a couple of seconds,” Cassian said, his hands in fists, “and you thought this was your opportunity to sneak in here like a panting-”

“Cassian,” Nesta warned, “we don’t want another incident in this Court.”

“Well, there will be one if this prick doesn’t move out of here. We’ll see how he fares with my foot up his as-”

“Cassian!”

“She’s married and mated. Can’t you see the matching rings? Can’t you smell the mate bond?”

The high fae nodded his head, “Yes, but...”

“But? But what?! That’s it,” Cassian said, “we’re leaving this fucking party.”

Rhys and Az stared at Feyre as she burped Nyx, their mouths open.

“What?” she asked.

“You didn’t think it was too bad?” Rhys said, his voice incredulous.

Feyre shrugged, “No one died and no wars were started.”

“They’d only just removed the ban on Cassian to have to enforce it again.”

“I don’t think the second ban was fair though.”

“Feyre, darling. He destroyed the barge.”

“We spent hours fishing everyone out of the sea,” Az said. “Then we had to work out where Nesta’s unfortunate suitor had landed after Cassian threw him towards the cliff.”

“Wasn’t he clinging onto the side of the rockface?”

“Yes.”

“And didn’t Cassian destroy another building in his haste to get away?”

“Yes.”

“Alright,” Feyre said, frowning. “So maybe it was bad.”

“I quite liked the proposal from Locuples,” Az said, “that was the best for all involved. No one died and we ended up with a pretty good trade agreement.”

“Oh, I remember that,” said Feyre, “I was here when Nesta and Cassian came back.”

Feyre and Az had been in the grand room, as they were now, sitting opposite each other in companiable silence. Steam from their tea cups swirled in the air and Feyre gazed out the windows at the white clouds over the city.

“What the-?”

Feyre’s head snapped round, surprised at the uncharacteristic shock in Az’s voice. He stared towards the door archways and Feyre followed his eyeline.

Cassian and Nesta had returned, surprisingly quietly, as she hadn’t heard them land on the roof. Or perhaps, looking at the display in front of her, they’d travelled by some other means.

Nesta sat on a throne on an open topped litter, carried by two lithe creatures who were more shadow and smoke than real and whose feet never touched the ground. Nesta herself, bedecked with jewels, a tiara and clutching a sceptre, wore an expression of confusion.

Cassian followed on foot, wings tersely tucked in, heaving a trunk filled with gold, jewellery, silks, furs and bottles which wafted exotic scents.

Cassian glanced at them from the corner of his eye, “Don’t ask.”

“I thought we expected this to be a hostile negotiation?”

“I said don’t ask.”

“We still receive gifts on a monthly basis,” Feyre said and slid to the floor to lay a barely awake Nyx on the soft furs - one of those aforementioned gifts. She traced a thumb on the arch of his foot and watched it curl, his lips smacking in contentment.

Feyre swore the floorboards underneath him adjusted to accommodate his shape.

“Don’t you receive monthly gifts from Helion as well?” Rhys asked. “Or did Cassian put a stop to that?”

“Cassian put a stop to that one,” Az said.

“Doesn’t Nesta still have the first gift though?”

Az groaned and placed his scarred hands over his eyes. “Yes, and I cannot express how much upkeep it takes.”

Feyre smiled, “Oh, I remember that one too.”

The shriek took Feyre by surprise and she leapt from her chair, readying herself for action. It was only seconds before she realised it wasn’t a shriek of pain but one of sheer, childlike joy.

Once again, her and Az were in the House and, once again, she hadn’t heard the arrival of the House’s other permanent occupants.

“In the name of the Mother,” Az breathed and, in what was a familiar pattern, Feyre turned to where he was looking. This time, instead of Az looking towards the doorway, he was staring outwards at the windows.

Nesta, clad in her leathers and with windswept hair was sat astride a glorious white winged horse, her black leather a stark contrast to the white of the creature she sat upon.

“Someone find Gwen and Emerie! They need to know about this; they need to come here!”

With another shriek of joy and a gentle nudge to the horse’s sides Nesta rose higher, the wings of the horse flapping with enthusiasm, happy to appease its new owner.

There was a sigh from behind them and Feyre and Az turned. Cassian leant against the doorframe, fingers rubbing his temples.

“Cass... isn’t that Helion’s last and most prized flying horse?”

“Please – do not ask.”

“That thing is a nightmare,” Az said, “it eats everything, likes very few fae and can somehow find its way into the House in the dead of night. Do you know how terrifying it is to wake to find a winged horse hovering over you demanding sugar cubes while stealing your blanket? I can’t live like this.”

Feyre shot him a sympathetic smile while Rhys laughed. In the brief silence which followed, Feyre could hear the rhythmic banging echoing its way through the house.

“Aren’t they done yet?”

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

“At least it will be over soon.”

“Nope.”

“Oh.”

“You think this is bad?” Az said, “You weren’t here after the proposal with the Peregryn.”

To Feyre, the Dawn Court was one of the most beautiful. Its shades of gold and red weren’t bright or ostentatious but were the softer golds found in the rising sun, the reds not vermillion or scarlet but something akin to a dusky rose.

Every town held a thousand clock-towers, every hand matching perfectly, the chimes on the hour synching in a glorious song, calling to the skies in praise of a new day, of promises to be made, of joy to come.

The peace of that particular morning had been broken by the shouts of males, all raised in the ecstatic spirit of competition. Nothing violent or aggressive but it spoke to Feyre of knuckles and bone crunching all the same.

She’d pushed her way to the front of a crowd, the fae recognising her and making room for her to pass. A fighting circle had broken out in a section of the town square, cheers raising into the air as one of the fighters scored a blow.

In the circle stood two males, both tall and broad, barefooted and bare-chested. One had wings similar to the Pegasus which Nesta now owned, white and gold-feathered, and the other had wings as black as night, the rising sun highlighting veins and patches of amber.

A female was eagerly watching them, a female Feyre shoved past fae to move next to.

“Nesta! Why is Cassian sparring with a Peregryn?”

Nesta didn’t tear her eyes from the males. “Some old nonsense about fighting for the right to take my hand.”

Cassian landed a punch to his opponent’s jaw, the crack reverberating through the air as the crowd cheered on.

Sweat trickled down Cassian’s own jaw and onto his neck. His muscles were strained, his abdomen contracting. As the fighters turned positions, his back faced Feyre, black tattoos against dark skin, his shoulder blades gleaming with oil.

Feyre glanced at Nesta who was dressed in a pale peach dress adorned with pearls, her hair up but with soft stands framing her face. She would have looked a wholesome picture of innocence if not for her darkening eyes.

“Shouldn’t you stop this?”

“Probably.”

“Are you going to?”

Nesta’s eyes flickered from the top of Cassian’s head down his back and then, as the fighter’s moved again, to his stomach where they lingered on the trail of hair leading down to the waistband of his trousers. She sighed.

“A few more minutes.”

Feyre blinked as if she could rid herself of the memory. “I can only imagine.”

“If I didn’t visit the river house for dinner I would have starved. The House had to perform a deep clean.”

The walls shook in what was akin to a shudder.

“The bard was wholesome enough,” Rhys said.

Az groaned, “And yet ridiculous.”

 In a concerted effort to apologise to the Courts on behalf of the behaviour of some Inner Circle members during previous gatherings, Feyre and Rhys had invited the High Lords and their significant others to Starfall.

The House remained still, either curious as to who all the guests were or silently sulking that there were guests at all.

The tang of a rich red wine was on Feyre’s tongue, not from anything she had drunk, but from a stolen kiss from Rhys, under the night sky, in a moment solely theirs before it became everyone else’s.

The night was filled with laughter and talking and Feyre slid into the embrace of her mate, content in the knowledge that Nyx slumbered underneath the watchful eye of the House’s nursery, a room which hadn’t existed before this very evening.

Her heart hurt, but in a good way, as though each chamber was bursting with a joy they couldn’t contain and her happiness spilled out into every corner of the rooftop.

Azriel was intently speaking with Nesta’s red-haired friend while Elain watched on from a distance, either not aware of, or ignoring, her own red-haired watcher.

Amren and Mor stood amongst another group, Mor’s golden hair cascading down her back like a waterfall and near the balcony was Cassian and Nesta, pressed side by side, hand in hand as they gazed upwards, Cassian pointing to a constellation.

Nesta glanced at him as he spoke, her face softening in a way Feyre never thought possible, a smile on her lips. When Cassian looked back at her, to check her understanding of what he was saying, he brought their intertwined hands up to his mouth, to kiss her fingertips.

Feyre smiled, all was well and all would continue to be well. That was until a voice, clear and resolute, spoke out into the crowd.

“My High Lords and Ladies and Paramor’s, I am a bard from the Spring Court – famed as the best in all the Courts!”

Chatter drifted into murmurs as heads turned expectedly to the fae now standing in the centre. Feyre noted his lute fixed upon his waistband but the bard made no attempt to reach for it.

“I have travelled across the land, coming to the Court of the High Lord and High Lady of Night with one purpose and one purpose only – to serenade with tales of fortune and love!”

A ripple of anticipation broke out amongst the crowd to hear such songs and Feyre turned to Rhys. “Did you arrange this?” but his face was twisted in confusion.

“I dedicate my melodies to one female, one who understands music as though her very bones were formed by the notes. My song to you, Lady Nesta and also my hand in marri-”

“FUCKS SAKE!”

Feyre let out a sigh. “I felt so sorry for the bard. He must have seen Nesta on one of her visits. To think, he spent all those weeks travelling on foot to arrive to the House and then Cassian threatens to dangle him from the roof.”

“Cassian did dangle him from the roof.”

“No one’s going to invite us to any more parties,” said Rhys with a sorrowful sigh.

“I think we can handle an overly amorous high fae or two,” Az said, “it’s the demons which worry me.”

“They’re no cause for concern,” Rhys said with a wave of his hand. “In fact, we have a valuable asset on our side. Drag Nesta in front of them and it tends to shut them up.”

Feyre frowned. “That is my sister you’re deciding to use as romantic bait. Besides, the issue we had with the Caligo demon was that it didn’t stop talking. There was such a mess.”

Screams filled Feyre’s ears as terrified Night Court citizens ran past her, almost a blur.

Tears streaked down terror-stricken faces as they grabbed the arms of their loved ones and scooped up children too small or young to so anything other than shiver and cry.

Cracks appeared in the ground beneath their feet, the cobbles of the street twisting and turning before jutting upwards like the jagged, sharpened edges of broken bone. The air was thick with acrid smoke which stung Feyre’s eyes causing them to stream with the tears she saw running down her people’s faces.

Rhys was to her right. Or that’s what she hoped. He had been standing but he’d gasped in pain and then she no longer saw him through the gaps in the cloud. When she managed to glimpse him, he was on his knees, thick red blood pouring down his face from a cut on his scalp.

Feyre choked back a sob and clambered over the rips in the earth to reach him.

Steel clashed with steel in the darkness, the shouts of Cassian and Azriel tearing through the blackness as they pressed forward. A shimmer of magic absorbed as much of the darkness away as it could and created a halo around the members of the Inner Circle.

Hands, strong and steady, circled Feyre’s waist and Nesta held her up, helped her over the torn earth.

“I am destroyer,” the thing hissed. “I am consumer, I am flesh ripper and soul tearer and I-”

It turned, watching them all, gloating in their misery and gorging itself fat on their pain. One of its bulbous eyes slid to where they stood, Feyre leaning into Nesta’s side. Her sister’s hair was dishevelled, her arms smeared with blood but Nesta’s eyes remained cold and hard upon the demon.

“And I – oh, oh, you are spectacular.”

A roar ripped through the darkness; a bellowing from powerful lungs as the words of the creature reached the ears of all present.

“Absolutely fucking not!”

Cassian advanced from the void, red siphons blazing as though he were shrouded in flame. “I am her mate; I am her husband and I suggest you put those sloping tongues back into your mouth or Mother help me...”

Feyre swallowed the rising bile. She tried not to think about the events of that night, though she didn’t know what was worse – that night or now, with the thumping above their heads gaining momentum.

“He got the job done,” Rhys said and then smirked, “and he’s doing the same now from the sounds of it.”

“Rhys!” Feyre admonished and placed her hand on Nyx’s stomach to calm herself. “Why do you think he puts up with it?” she asked Az.

“What choice does he have? Besides, he loves and trusts her. There’s no one for him but her and no one for her but him.”

“Disgusting,” Rhys said with slight mockery to his tone.

“No,” Feyre said, “what’s disgusting is the head in the corner.” She eyed up the lump that had once been somethings head; the glassy eyes, the bloodied stump. She wouldn’t relish touching the thing but she would happily remove herself out of earshot of Nesta and Cassian’s post proposal love affirmation. “Where do I take it?”

“The House created a trophy room three doors down,” Az said.

Anguis’ mouth hung open, razor sharp rotted teeth all lined up on display. Feyre felt a slither of pity. “I’ll take it there.”

“No, Feyre darling, I’ll do it.”

Feyre breathed a sigh of relief and nodded before turning to Az. “Shall we wait for them to be done? We need to discuss the next mission which is rather sensitive.”

Az shook his head, “No, you may as well go home. It was a proposal so they’re not stopping until – what day is it now, Thursday? – they’re not going to be fit for purpose until Monday.”

Rhys, still lounging, stretched out into the space Feyre previously occupied. “We can’t wait that long.”

“Do you want to volunteer to interrupt them?

“No.”

Feyre glanced between them both. “Cassian did look rather sad.”

Azriel laughed again, the sound echoing throughout the room, his head thrown back. “Don’t pity Cassian, he knows what he’s doing.”

“And Nesta falls for it?”

“No, she definitely doesn’t fall for it.”

“But isn’t she in their chambers um...reassuring him?”

“Yes.”

Feyre bit her lip, “So surely...”

“Oh Mother,” Az rubbed his hand across his face. “It’s their form of twisted foreplay. When Nesta received a proposal from – well, I can’t remember which one, I came home early and almost went blind. Have none of you questioned the indoor swing?”

Feyre’s voice was quiet when she spoke, scooping up her son into her arms with haste. “I thought they were creating an inside playground.”

“Ah,” Az said, his voice soft, “not quite.”

The thumping reached its crescendo and blessedly, stilled.

“Oh, thank the Mother,” Rhys said, “they’re done after all. Az, go retrieve them. We need to discuss the next mission.”

“Why me?”

“You live here.”

“You’re the High Lord.”

Feyre looked around her, Nyx clutched in her arms. “I think the floor is sloping us out towards the door.”

“I don’t think so Feyre, darling.”

“No really, the head - which you said you’d deal with by the way - is rolling away.”

Feyre wasn’t imagining what was happening, she’d passed under the entrance to the room, Rhys and Az’s chairs beginning to follow.

“This happens,” Az said with a calmness Feyre didn’t feel. “Usually when they don’t want anyone to overhear the next part of their ‘Nesta got proposed to again’ sex marathon.”

“Why? What could they now be planning that’s so much worse?”

“I don’t know,” Az replied, “the House always shuffles me out at this point. One time I was trying to prep my knives and almost stabbed myself in the eye.”

“Right,” said Rhys, “I think we can walk out of here without a sentient lump of stone forcing us to. Which,” he said with an eye to the steepness of the floor angle, “is completely within its’ right.”

Feyre nestled a snoring Nyx into one arm as Rhys helped her up. Az was already on his feet, out the door and into the hallway before he got flattened by an oversized, burgundy armchair.

He turned to them both.

“So, where’s the next mission to anyway? Where are you sending our glorious Lady Death and Lord of Bloodshed and can I sit it out?”

Feyre and Rhys exchanged glances. “I think we might need you in attendance,” Feyre said.

Az raised an eyebrow. “Well, I know King Lascivus is causing some problems with his tithe but as long as you weren’t planning on sending us to his palace, it will be fine. He’s famous for his side hobby of trying to find a muse to depict as the Mother in his artworks. Borderline obsessed.”

Feyre cleared her throat, “Sounds like he’s fervently religiously devout.”

“Hardly. The issue isn’t him trying to depict the Mother but that he’s spent centuries convincing everyone that she needs to be represented in her naked glory and I quote ‘with the petals of her flower fully opened.’”  

Rhys coughed and moved fast down the hallway towards the roof entrance his wings already forming.

“Rhys!” Feyre called out. “You know I can’t run when I’m holding the baby!”

Az’s voice was quiet. “Feyre?”

��You know we love you,” she said, not meeting his hazel eyes, “and you’re always welcome at the river house. For as long as you want, whether that’s weeks or months.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “I swear on the Cauldron, if you need to you can stay for centuries.”

“Feyre?”

She turned and didn’t look back, picking up her own speed to follow Rhys, ignoring the quiver in Az’s tone.

“We love you Az,” she shouted over her shoulder, propping Nyx into a position ready for flight as the House opened its doors to hasten her exit. “Always remember that.”

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Umm hellooo 👉👈 may I request Venti’s fem s/o asking to have a baby with her? After they’re married and stuff ofc ehchvhgggvb

Hi! Sorry this took me so long, I'm taking a summer class this semester and life is crazy and ahhhhhhh!

Anyway, here is your story! It's not very long, but I hope you find it entertaining! I didn't mention if they were married or not, but you can assume they are if you want to. I left it open to interpretation.

Thank you so much for requesting this from me and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Venti x Reader

About- Venti want's to talk to reader about having a baby.

Warnings- Mentions of superficial wounds from a commission, implied sexy times at the end.

Word count- 1,074

Something has been on Venti's mind for a while now.

Being immortal, he's never truly thought about having kids. Sure, he's seen them around Mondstadt and plays with them like the kid at heart he is, but one of his own? He's not even sure if it's possible!

But, then he met you.

He didn't even know who you were, you just showed up in Mondstadt one day looking for commissions. But there was something about you he couldn't quite place that made you feel special to him for some reason. He tried asking you, but you avoided him like the plague. It wasn't until you decided to help out the traveler with a commission that he finally had the opportunity to talk to you.

He and the traveler are tight, so they didn't mind him tagging along. You, on the other hand, did NOT seem pleased. Every little comment he made, every stride he took, every time he laughed, you looked physically in pain. Like his mere presence was just too much for you to handle. And when you fought, you just looked so familiar . . .

He finally got the courage to corner you after the fight and ask you and was extremely shocked at the news. Apparently, during the Archon war, you two had fought. It was a misunderstanding; you, a small god new to the world and scared, were just trying to defend your territory. And Barbatos being merciful, let you escape. He honestly didn't think you'd make it, being as weak as you were. But somehow you were able to survive and live in hiding for many years.

A god without people or land, wandering aimlessly for hundreds of years with no sense of belonging.

You had avoided Mondstadt for so long but finally decided to stay for a bit. After all, their god had been gone for a very long time. Boy, were you wrong.

But in the end, you two settled your differences. You're still incredibly weak, hardly would anyone call you a god in this day and age. Despite this, you've done your best to protect the people you've come across, defeating hilichurls and Abyss mages on your travels. Weak or not though, you are still a god.

One with a Gnosis just like his own. So, in good faith and a bit of a guilty conscience, Venti decided to help you. He didn't want the Tsaritsa to find out about you, especially since they don't know what she plans on doing. The best thing for you would be to stay by his side. And so you did.

Neither of you expected to fall in love with each other, but those things just happen.

But, that brings us back to the present and back to our original thought.

Does Venti want kids with you? Yes, yes he does. But do you?

He looks at you from across the room. You just got back from a commission about an hour ago and are dressing your wounds. Venti walks over and hands you fresh water and you thank him. It pains him to see you hurt. You heal faster than a normal human, but nowhere near as fast as him. Sometimes, he sees the Traveler in you, and you in them. Both powerful in your own right, but weak compared to a god.

"I'm sorry." Venti whispers, just audible enough to hear. You look up at him and laugh.

"Venti, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop apologizing! I've survived this long without your help, haven't I?" He smiles back, sitting next to you. Your smile always brings his mood back up.

"Well, if I had been there, you probably wouldn't have gotten as banged up. You sure you don't want my help?" You roll your eyes.

"Positive, Ven." Venti watches as you clean up, noting nothing too severe. A few cuts, a few scrapes, no worse than poor Benny gets daily. He swallows and sighs. Should he ask you? Maybe now's not the time.

"Why are you looking so melancholy, Ven? Cat got your lyre strings?" His eyes widen.

"Please, don't curse me with that!" You laugh, a perfect melody to his ears. Venti bites his lip and decides to give in.

"I have something very important to ask you," He looks up at you, looking into your eyes. Very rarely do you see him this serious.

"You don't have to answer right away- you don't have to answer at all if you don't want to, but . . . It's just . . . I," You look at him, concern filling your eyes and he's entranced.

'Abort mission, ABORT-'

"Maybe I'll ask later-!" He tries to get up, but you grab him by the wrist and pull him down. Elementally you may be weak, but physically? All those years of training and fighting have gained you some muscles! Much more than Venti has, at least. Not that that's saying much.

"Venti, what's the matter? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" He lets out a defeated sigh and shuts his eyes tight.

"Iwannahaveababywithyou!" You blink in surprise.

"I'm sorry, what?" Venti opens his eyes and looks at you.

"I want to-" You nod encouragingly.

"Have a baby with . . . You . . ."

"Oh."

"Oh?" You cough into your hand.

"Well, I hadn't really thought about it. But," You look up at Venti, a nervous but bright smile on your face.

"I love you more than life itself. Having a baby with you, starting our own little family . . . It sounds . . ." You laugh and pull him into a hug.

"It sounds amazing Venti!" Relief floods off of Venti as he tightens the hug, pulling you as close to him as he can. He never thought you would actually say yes! I mean, there are so many reasons you could have said no, but you said yes!

"You're the muse to my music, the melody to my song, and the meaning to the words that I sing. Having a family with you would make me the happiest man in all of Teyvat!" You pull back from the hug seeing tears of joy run down Venti's face.

"You're so corny, Ven!" Venti smirks and wiggles his eyebrows.

"I may be corny, but I'm also something else that rhymes with it!"

"Oh my gods, Venti!"