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snghnlvr · 4 months

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come on baby, don’t say that. / park sunghoon

park sunghoon x fem reader

synopsis : you were curious whether or not your boyfriend was a possessive type so you tested it out.

extra: his part in the baby shark movie lives in my mind 24/7, i hear it everywhere anytime and it’s making me LOSE my damn sanity | the ONE fansign video of op asking questions to sunghoon about dating ggggrrrrrrr | literally last minute drabble i had , it was supposed to be posted for my birthday but studies got in the way .. ew studies…:// | en o’ clock reference⁉️

likes, comments and reposts are very appreciated <3

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curiosity perhaps did kill the cat.

you wore your favorite dress (also sunghoon’s favorite dress), styled your favorite into a bun with two strands on each side of your face, wore makeup to emphasize your face features and wore your favorite ruffled socks to put your loafers on.

you dolled yourself so much just for sunghoon’s attention, but on the bright side you felt pretty all dressed up.

you didn’t know what was purpose of doing this to yourself up when you didn’t have any plans.

one day, bored in your living room of both you and sunghoon’s apartment, you came across a video on your foryou page about possessive behavior in someone’s partner. it made you think about your boyfriend’s behavior; curiosity overwhelming your thoughts. you tried to imagine what your boyfriend will do if these scenarios were to happen.

so, you planned out a script - going to the movie theatre with your male friend, eating with your male friend, etc. ; literally spending a whole day with a male friend. heck, you can’t imagine doing those things with a male other than sunghoon. you don’t even have money in your wallet right now.

you’ve always known sunghoon as a quiet yet clingy type of boyfriend. he wasn’t openly expressive with his clinginess he would be subtle. even with that itself it made your heart pound like crazy. but you wanted to take a step further on how clingy he could get.

you stepped out of the room, already seeing sunghoon lying around in the living room couch with his eyes glued to the tv. his eyes immediately diverted to you, getting your loafers out in front of the door.

“where are you going?” he asked, his eyes scanning to your dressed up figure. you knew he was shamelessly checking you out. it made your heart flutter and somehow boosted up your ego. but you shouldn’t be phased by his attractive face.

he wanted to compliment you but he spoke without thinking. he wonders where your gorgeous self is going especially with that little dress you owned that he loves on your body. he wonders what was the special occasion.

you put on a soft smile while adjusting your shoes. you noticed that sunghoon stood up, eyes still checking you out and wonders how such a dress curves your body so well.

sunghoon had a small smirk with his hands on his pocket, abandoning the pillow on his lap. it flopped next to him.

you smelt sunghoon’s signature scent of musk and a blend of roses. he wore his favorite grey hoodie that was stained with his cologne. it was because you would borrow it.

now that sunghoon was in front of you, he continue to look at you as his arms slowly wrapped around your waist. that’s when you spoke. “mhm just going out.” you spoke sweetly to sunghoon but he kept you against the wall as the door was right next to the both of you but you didn’t comment. you knew he was trapping you.

“with who?” you noticed how sunghoon raised an eyebrow and how his expression slowly changed into a sad one that he wasn’t the person you’re going out with.

“just a friend of mine.” you looked up to sunghoon and noticed how your answer didn’t satisfied him so you pushed it further. “a male friend of mine.” you placed a hand on his chest, lightly playing with the strings of his hoodie.

“excuse me?” sunghoon spoke, slightly amused because usually you would hang out with your female friends.

your heart was starting to exhilarate when his voice octaves dropped. “hanbin? mark? jisung?” he started rambling of the guy friends that you had on the top of his head.

you were surprised at how many he remembered. is that a good thing?

sunghoon noticed your eyes widening so he took a deep breath and placed a soft smile that seemed a bit fake from your perspective.

“don’t go.”

what a contrast.

you almost snickered when you noticed sunghoon’s lips twitching, trying to lee his smile still but his hands wrapped around your waist, wrapped further until his hands reached his elbows. you were cold to him, close enough that your hands on his chest was the only barrier separating you two.

you found it somehow adorable to see him pouting.

you copied him. “taerae and i planned to go out and work work on our project for a while now.” you mentally apologized for using your friend’s name on the spot but you panicked to make something new on top of your head.

“where are you guys going?” you couldn’t handle sunghoon’s stare despite dating him so you looked down towards his buff chest. sometime about his stare sparked jealousy and agitated but he kept his mouth shut.

“we planned to watch a movie theatre together then a cafe and then the library.”

“alone?”

“yeah..”

you swore when you looked up at sunghoon, he was frozen, mouth apart as he was speechless. his eyes started to twitch. he then blinked at you multiple times to see if you were joking.

well, you were. but you kept a serious face on which didn’t show any sort of crackling.

“it sounds more like a date.” you can tell his whiny tone with his words, lips pouting that made you want to pinch his cheeks but you held back.

you shook his head. “why would i have a date with taerae when i can have with you?” you tilted your head, chuckling at his remark. “you’re literally my boyfriend.” you giggled lightly.

sunghoon sighed. “then don’t go. i’ll help you with the project instead, heck i’ll go to taerae instead of you.” his eyes were showing pettiness that you can’t help but lightly giggle. you saw sunghoon’s grumpy expression as he kept you close to him.

you poked at his birth mole under his eye. “boop.” were the words you let out but it didn’t phase sunghoon, keeping his grumpy expression on.

“we don’t even attend the same college hoon.” sunghoon’s eyes soften when you easily roll off his nickname out loud. he rather rolled his eyes instead.

“i have to go soon,” you looked at the clock behind sunghoon’s figure. it was 2pm. you were surprised your acting has gone this far and you’re continuing. you thought it was fun to make your boyfriend jealous.

“hoon, let go of me.” your hands flew to his triceps, surprised at how his muscle flexed against your touch. you lightly touched his muscle which broke sunghoon’s grumpy expression again.

you looked at him with an eyebrow raise, hoping he would be persuaded to let you go but he shook his head like a kid.

“come on baby, don’t say that.”

your heart beat started pounding like crazy. you were astonished at the unexpected sentence. you suddenly stared at sunghoon, how a strand of hair was covering his eye so you unconsciously moved it behind his ear, eyes watching your actions. sunghoon stared at your lips, stained with your red lipstick.

“taerae can wait another day.” sunghoon started rubbing your back with his hands, making you frozen and loosing your train of thoughts.

yeah forget taerae.

“it would be amazing to show him how beautiful my girlfriend is but i want you to myself right now baby.” sunghoon started to lean closer, his hand cupping your jaw and slowly easing your cheek with his soft fingers.

you closed your eyes and leaned against his relaxing touch. “you sound possessive park.” you were satisfied with your act, chuckling slightly at how amused you are.

sunghoon giggled as well, his deep giggle erupting in him as you felt him leaning more into you. “mhmm maybe?” he shrugged with a smile.

you opened your eyes and see sunghoon staring at you with love and affection. you can’t help but to plant a lot of kisses to his lips. you saw sunghoon staring at your lips and you predicted what was gonna happen next.

“mhmm yeah.” you smiled mischievously at sunghoon, removing his arms from your waist and turned around towards the door which showed your back to him.

maybe you’re not done yet.

but before you can open the door, sunghoon wrapped his arms once again which prevented you from not moving. your hands reached to the cold door handle but didn’t touch. his hands gripped your hips which indicated a new side of your boyfriend, park sunghoon.

sunghoon’s lips pecked your neck. “not on my watch.” his hot breath contrasted your cold skin, tickling you.

your heart paused at his actions.

you felt your boyfriend’s chest against your back, giving you instant warmth to your cold, clammy skin. his hug was very comforting and at this point you gave up with your little skit.

“possessive and back hugging me? how romantic.” you chuckled. you felt a sharp pain in the side of your neck, “ow!” you shouted in shock when it was sunghoon’s playful behavior of showing his love. you knew sunghoon had fangs and he unfortunately is abusing that characteristic of his by biting you. you rather found it his fangs adoring yet a bit hot that your boyfriend looked like an actual vampire.

you felt sunghoon’s tongue’s slowly soothing that area when he licked your pain away; like a cat. you smiled when he hugged you tighter as his face was dug into your neck as if you’ll disappear.

sunghoon abruptly stopped hugging you but rather grabbed your hand, dragging you across the hallway towards the bed that both of you live in, filled with smiles and flustered cheeks.

thank you for reading<3 hope you enjoyed!

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sweet-caramel-oh · 3 months

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Shadow milk cookie x reader

Tw: over stimulation (both sides receiving), praising, sexually explicit content, slight possessive themes.

Type: non canon, nswf, before main story events (pre corruptions) reader can be perceived as male, female or other

Minors and ageless will be blocked

Pre corruption

🎭 He’s a theatre cookie, enjoying the acts he performed for his audience, including you. But yours was a-bit, different..

🎭 and through those acts he preformed, role playing was also accompanying him throughout, this follows him to the bedroom.

🎭 shadow milk is quite the tease, lavishing in your squirming and squeals, but when the tables turn, this jester becomes a hot, whining mess.

🎭 switching is common for him, back and forth between dominant and submissive.

🎭 when dominant, shadow milk is praising you for doing so well, being able to take him so good, how cute you look when he pushes himself in. Digging his sharp nails into your sides while mumbling about how good you feel and just how much he loves you while beating into you.

🎭 but when submissive, this cookie is very whiny, begging for you to just touch him in some way as you relentlessly tease him. In these moments he can’t control himself and how loud he is. Fuck him good and you’ll be witnessing a drooling, overstimulated and very twitchy cookie.

🎭 when close, shadow milk cookie tends to forget that your there, letting anything and everything spill out from his shaking voice that will surely be embarrassing later on.

🎭 incredible flexible. There nothing to say about that.

🎭 in the rare moments, and very few of these happen, he will let you pull his hair (this little shit is both a sadist and thrives with receiving the pain)

🎭 before shows, if he is stressed, shadow milk will ruthlessly fuck you so hard it almost hurts, bruising you sides with how hard he is griping your hips. These particular times are when you can get the most desperate cookie looming over you while pounding your inside. Expect to have multi bite mark littering your neck and shoulder from how hard he was trying to stay quiet.

🎭 one time the other beasts had heard some of the things shadow milk had been mindlessly rambling and gasping about when you both thought they were not around and decided to bang in a room. They were traumatized and left as quickly as they came. And of boy did burning spice tease shadow milk afterwards. There ears are forever bleeding and can never look at him the same. And to some degree you take pride in the noises you can get out of him.

#shadow milk cookie #shadow milk crk #crk x reader #cr kingdom #crk #crk spoilers #beast yeast #spoilers #beast yeast spoilers #shadow milk cookie x reader

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itsswritten · 1 month

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when the sea calls for three | 1

Paring: Azriel x Reader x Eris

Word Count: 5K

Summary: In the aftermath of war, peace reigns over the realms of Prythian, but the delicate balance hangs in the hands of two unlikely mediators—You and Lucien. As the newly appointed Emissaries of Peace, your duty is clear: maintain alliances, foster understanding between courts, and navigate the intricate webs of fae politics.

But when fate deals an unexpected twist, revealing that you possess not one, but two mates, the tranquillity you've worked so hard to uphold is suddenly threatened. Caught between two males who refuse to share, you find yourself thrust into a precarious position, torn between duty and desire.

What will you do and who will you choose?

Intro | Masterlist

The Dawn's Meeting Chamber, served as the esteemed location for all court attended meetings. Through previous trials and tribulations, and now amidst the settled peace, its significance remained steadfast. Thesan, your own High Lord, presided with grace and authority, embodying the essence of a perfect host.

And despite this being a time of peace, alliances were still rocky. Dawn served as the perfect neutral territory.

Cushioned oak chairs were meticulously arranged in a circle around the reflection room, offering a comfortable seat for attendees. Positioned opposite each other on either side of the reflective pool, you and Lucien stood poised amidst the chairs. He occupied the twelfth hour, while you claimed the 6th, a silent yet powerful representation of the balance and harmony you held within your new positions.

Up until this moment, the weight of such responsibility had never rested upon your shoulders. For years, you had drifted through various roles within the Dawn Court, from the serene halls of the Library, the bustling markets of the city and the melodies of the theatre. Even during the war, Thesan had recognised your unique talents and utilised you on the border, a role that had never quite settled comfortably within you.

As a soldier in the midst of conflict, you had often felt like a square peg in a round hole, grappling with a sense of unease that gnawed at your core. It was as if you were searching for something, yet never quite finding where you belonged. Perhaps it was because you were different, your nature straddling the line between worlds in a way that defied easy categorisation.

As much as you passed for High Fae, it was clear to those who truly listened, that wasn’t the case.

So when Lucien came to you with his proposition, a plea wrapped in a promise of purpose and significance, you couldn't bring yourself to refuse him. For the first time in your life, an opportunity had arisen that held the potential to make a tangible difference, to offer a sense of fulfilment, a sense of belonging.

A subtle exchange of nods and smiles passed between you and your friend. With a confident stance and a lifted chin, you prepared to address the esteemed gathering.

As the chamber filled with representatives from the solar courts, the seasonal courts, and the human alliance, a palpable sense of anticipation hung in the air. You and Lucien exchanged respectful greetings with the High Lord and Ladies in attendance, bowing your heads to their esteemed positions.

Once everyone was settled, Lucien stepped forward to take his place at the head of the meeting, assuming the role of leader with poise and authority. With a nod of approval from Thesan, the meeting commenced, setting the stage for discussions that would hopefully shape the future of the fae lands and beyond.

Lucien’s voice rang out, commanding the attention of all present. You felt the swell of pride fill your chest. That was your best friend. Lucien had been selected by all courts for this role, and you couldn’t envision anyone better.

A kind male, with a huge heart and smart mind. He was perfect for this.

"We are here today in the first allied meeting of peace since the cessation of hostilities," he began, his tone measured yet commanding. "It is a testament to our collective efforts and determination that we gather here today in pursuit of peace and prosperity for all."

Pausing briefly to allow his words to resonate, Lucien continued, his gaze sweeping across the assembled dignitaries. "This is a pivotal moment for our land, a time to address any lingering concerns, to foster open dialogue, and to reaffirm our commitments to cooperation and understanding."

He gestured with open arms towards the reflective pool at the centre of the chamber, "I invite each of you to speak freely, to raise any issues or grievances regarding borders, trade agreements, or any other matters that may impact the stability of our realms."

Lucien had set the tone for the meeting, and you gave him a proud smile in return when his eyes flickered over you. You, along with Lucien and the courts were shaping the course of the future. A better future for everyone.

You had never been a part of these meetings before, but from what Lucien had shared, they usually didn’t go well. Before the most recent peace treaty, Lucien had briefed you on the usual hostility that hung in these meetings. Hostility so rife, that Lucien’s own brother, Eris, had almost met his end at the hands of the Shadowsinger.

A male who you had spotted as soon as he had entered the chamber. How could anyone miss him? His features were chiselled and angular, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline that clenched as he listened to the conversations of the room. He demanded a dark ethereal beauty that was all encompassing. You were smart enough not to let your eyes linger too long when he first arrived, but now while everyone was distracted by debate you took a moment to take him in.

Azriel stood tall and imposing behind his High Lord and Lady. You and Lucien had restricted how many attendees were allowed in these new meetings. High Lords and Ladies of the court were allowed to bring up to two attendees, whether that be scholars, soldiers, courtiers. Whoever they deemed fit. These were meetings of peace, there was no need to flex muscle and power.

It seemed the Night Court had selected their Spymaster for attendance with them today; his presence spoke volumes of the Night Court's cautious approach to diplomacy. Especially after what Lucien had shared about the Shadowsingers unrestrained actions of the last meeting.

His dark hair fell in sleek short waves, framing his face. The black strands were a stark contrast to those hazel eyes. Beside him, his shadows lingered, a constant and enigmatic presence at his side. Though you had grown accustomed to their role as messengers in your correspondence, it was a whole other experience seeing them now in the flesh, accompanying their master.

You were aware of his delicate relationship with Lucein, the crossfires they had found themselves in regarding Lucien’s mate. And although you’re not entirely sure what went down, the repercussions left neither males fostering any type of relationship with Elain.

Azriel’s expression was inscrutable, much like his earlier cryptic letters you had exchanged with him over the past two months. Hard to decipher.

Perhaps it was your natural charm, or your way with words though, that managed to entice the Shadowsinger to show a different side. It was exactly 2 weeks of correspondence before the tone started to change.

Before officially taking on the role of Emissary, Lucien had to request approval for you to join him. In the meantime, you took on the difficult task of helping Spring Court. Those earlier weeks were dire, Tamlin would hide in his vine covered house and you were left to pick up the pieces best you could. Surprisingly it was Azriel’s letters that you received the most, him wanting daily updates on Tamlin and the progress of the court. No doubt, his own High Lord breathing down his neck for all information regarding his mate's ex lover.

Your notes were always polite and concise, but when writing to Lucien you often signed them off in jest. And after a particularly depressing update on the Spring Court, you signed at the end.

Send prayers, I worry I won’t even make it till Solstice.

You signed with a scribble of a sad face, knowing Lucien would read your sarcasm well. However, thanks to the Shadowsigner’s meddlesome shadows, Lucien’s and Azriels letters somehow got swapped. So when you were expecting some witty remark from Lucien, it was in fact Azriel that took you by surprise.

I worry you won’t too…and what a shame that would be.

It was a taunting reply, one you hadn’t expected but made you smirk all the same.

A shame indeed… but do you doubt my capabilities, Shadowsinger? I’ll have you know, I am to be the new Emissary of Peace.

I know exactly who you are, y/n.

That had just been the beginning of your playful mockery, and there was a small part of you that felt guilty for looking forward to his messages so much. Especially considering who he was to Lucien. But you couldn’t help but reply. Spring Court had been so dreary, it was sometimes the only thing to lighten up your day.

You were intrigued to hear Azriel’s voice, hear what the ripples of his vocal cords would reveal. What did your pen pal sound like? What else would you discover about the Shadowsinger, now his court resided under you?

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Your eyes carefully swept over the other attendees, absorbing the nuances of their discussions and concerns. Kallias's voice carried across the chamber as he delved into the intricacies and concerns of trade agreements between Summer. His worries about the quality of products traversing such diverse climates were evident, but you knew how desperately Summer needed the trade.

Tarquin was the youngest in the room beside Feyre– the Night Court's High Lady.

The first High Lady ever you reminded yourself.

With Summer now falling under your jurisdiction, you couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for the younger ruler, still finding his footing amidst the complexities of court politics. He had never even ruled during a time of peace when the only concerns were whether his goods would freeze as soon as they crossed the Winter border.

This is where you came in. This was your job. Maintaining vital exchanges for the prosperity of all involved.

As Kallias concluded his remarks, you chose that moment to interject, your voice cutting through the air with quiet authority. "You've made such a valid point, Kallias," you acknowledged, drawing the attention of the room toward you for the first time.

Your voice was soft and gentle, yet filled the room with a warmth that perhaps these meetings had always lacked.

“I know it’s been a long time since trade as ran between the courts, and we want to make this transition as smooth and successful for everyone”

Your gaze shifted to Helion, the High Lord of Day, a thoughtful expression on his face as he observed you. "I wonder if this is something Day could help with," you continued, laying out your proposal with careful deliberation.

“Solan, your spell weaver has quite the talent for weathered charms. His expertise is extraordinary, I’ve seen his work” You sung the Day’s residents praises brightly.

You had met Solan many years ago when he collaborated with Nuan on one of her ingenious inventions.

“I believe he has the capabilities to create such a charm that could assist with smooth tradings and deliveries, across all the seasonal courts”

To win the favour of this notion, it would have to benefit not only Summer.

Helion met your gaze, his eyes betraying a hint of intrigue as he considered your suggestion. "You are correct," he conceded, nodding in agreement. "Solan could create such a spell. But of course at a cost."

“Of course,” you smiled. You wouldn’t expect anything less.

Tarquin's smile was genuine but soft as he responded, "That is something Summer would be happy to discuss."

“As would Spring” Tamlin spoke. A quietness settled after, his transgressions still creating an uncomfortable tension.

Your eyes flickered to the familiar auburn hair of Eris, someone you had not seen in years. He merely nodded reluctantly, almost as if he detested how smooth that had been.

“I will speak with Solan, and be in touch shortly, gentleman” Helion said with grace, sending you a smile and a soft wink.

Turning back to Kallias, you addressed his concerns directly, offering the solution. "With Solan's expertise, we can ensure that shipments between courts are unaffected by weather conditions," you assured him.

"Send me a quote Helion '' Kallias nodded beside his wife, mate, Vivnae– the second High Lady in history. “As long as the goods maintain their quality, I’m happy to move forward with confidence."

A sense of relief washed over you at the resolution. You were smooth, decisive and quick.

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As your perceptive gaze traversed the room, meticulously dissecting the nuances of each attendee's demeanour, listening to their breaths, smacking of lips and the clicking on tongues. It all revealed so much. You could hear it within the unspoken.

Your eyes abruptly came to a halt upon falling into a familiar amber gaze—the penetrating stare of Eris Vanserra.

His eyes locked on yours like a hawk. A tight smirk graced Eris's lips as his gaze roved over your form with a predatory intensity, sending a subtle shiver down your spine that you quickly suppressed.

You couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in his appearance—the shorter hair that framed his features in a way that suited him, a departure from the longer locks that had once adorned his head. You wondered if he had cut his hair before or after he had killed his father? Or had he cut his hair for that reason alone?

A new chapter. Cut the dead weight. Just like he’d cut down Beron.

To kill a parent. To kill your own father. Not that Beron didn’t have it coming, it was rightfully deserved but you wondered what toll that would have on someone. You knew of the scars Beron had left on his sons, even if they hadn’t told you. You had always heard under their words. And you hoped now, that they could heal and find some semblance of peace with their monster of a father gone.

Memories flooded back of a time when your mother would take you for playdates in Autumn. Eris along with his brothers would often tease you. It was because of those moments you and Lucien had gotten so close. Seeking unity in one another when hiding together as children from his older brother's taunts.

Eris was the kinder one out of the pack, at least back then. Perhaps kind wasn’t the right word to choose, but he was indifferent to you. He stood out as a somewhat mitigating force. Being the eldest and already grown, his words always carried a sharp edge, laced with venomous undertones, however there was a distinct lack of malice directed at you. Eris would often intercede his brothers teasing with biting remarks, questioning the rationale behind their actions when they would corner you and Lucein.

I didn’t realise you were so weak that you had to pick on our baby brother and his little friend.

Perhaps if you weren’t so obsessed with Lucien and his little girlfriend you might have figured how to channel fire by now.

Why do you always bother her, do you like her? Should I tell Father about your little crush on the girl from Dawn?

His words were often curt and abrasive, but they never failed to disrupt the relentless onslaught of ridicule. You were young then, your ability had only reared its head in your early adulthood. But you wondered what you might have noticed within his words if you had been able to hear.

Your loyalties always lay with Lucien, but as much as you hated to admit it- you couldn't deny the undeniable allure of the eldest Vanserra brother. Sure, Lucien was undeniably beautiful, that was a fact you didn't need reminding of. But there was an enigmatic quality to Eris that had always intrigued you. In your early adulthood, you often caught yourself searching for the eldest Vanserra brother during your visits to Lucien, a secret desire you hoped Lucien never caught wind of.

You pulled your eyes away, not allowing him the satisfaction of noticing any indifference on you. You honed into the rest of the discussions, aiding Lucien when needed to keep conversations moving freely and light.

The new peace treaty between the courts and the humans was still fresh and hung delicately in the air. Despite the fervent desire for discussions to revolve solely around diplomatic relations and fostering harmony, there were inevitably topics that couldn't be skirted around.

Rhysand had taken charge of ensuring that any lingering remnants of former enemies were swiftly disbanded. It appeared that, for the time being, any remaining threats had retreated into the shadows.

Good. You hoped they withered away in their caves. The resentment you harboured against the people who had caused your home, your land so much pain was something you were sure everyone in this room could relate to.

With a successful conclusion the meeting came to an end, leaving you with ample opportunity to mingle among the courts and assess the collective mood and gain insight to how this inaugural gathering had been perceived. A quick look at Lucien told you everything you needed to know, and you both swiftly walked in opposite directions to begin addressing the courts independently.

Tamlin was first on your left. And you offered him a respectful bow and small smile.

“Heard you’re abandoning me” there was that bitterness that always hung on his words nowadays. However the depressive lull of his tone wasn’t as prevalent as it once was.

“Tamlin” you spoke softly, with an endearing look. “Your court is about to embark on it’s renewal, something you should be tremendously proud of.”

His features were set in a tight expression, lines of frustration etched into his brow as he regarded you with a mixture of wariness and scepticism. His once noble visage now bore the marks of weariness and resentment, a shadow of the High Lord he had once been.

You continued “But with Lucien once being your emissary, we felt he had the best expertise when it came to resettling some of your residents, I’m sure seeing a familiar face will be reassuring to them” Tamlin's response was guarded, his jaw clenched as he absorbed your words. He couldn’t deny you were right.

You usually always were.

"Of course, I'm only a correspondence away if you truly need my help," you reassured him, reaching forward to give his forearm a delicate squeeze. "Don't be a stranger, Tamlin."

With a reluctant nod, Tamlin conceded to your words, his expression softening ever so slightly as he bid you farewell and winnowed away.

That went better than expected, you thought. Grateful that Tamlin’s days of tantrums seemed to be over, but you did worry for him and his court. You hoped he and Lucien would be able to work through their problems together and get Spring flourishing once more.

You knew of the friction between Tamlin and other courts, particularly Night. It was not lost on you. Lucien had provided insight into the underlying conflicts and grievances, filling you in on the gaps that gossip hadn’t shared. While you understood the ramifications of Tamlin's actions, you couldn't help but feel a sense of compassion for the Spring Court and its inhabitants.

You wanted to see Spring thrive once more, to provide a safe haven for those who had spent their lives within its borders. This was a goal both you and Lucein shared.

As Tarquin approached with a radiant smile, his white hair flowing gracefully over his blue and gold attire, you returned the gesture with a respectful bow of your head. His presence exuded warmth and vitality, his rich brown skin glowing under the gentle rays of dawn that filtered into the room.

"I believe you'll be taking care of Summer," he remarked, his smile widening as he acknowledged your new role.

"Tarquin, Varian," you greeted, inclining your head towards both him and his attendee with a bow. "I'm looking forward to supporting you both, and I have to say… I am a lover of the sun and sea, so I'm sure my visits to Summer will be my weekly highlight," you added with a light smirk, hoping to sweeten the interaction with a touch of flattery.

"I hope that will be the case,” Tarquin replied warmly, his tone filled with genuine enthusiasm. As he took your hand, you felt a rush of warmth as he pressed a gentle kiss upon it. “I look forward to our relationship and seeing what we can do together for my court, and of course for all of Prythian," he bid you farewell, and with a nod to Varian, they both winnowed away.

You didn’t need to rely on your ability to hear the unspoken to understand what that was. It was evident in the way Tarquin looked at you. A genuine fondness in his eyes, a warmth that spoke volumes. It was clear that he liked you…and attention from a handsome High Lord was not something you were opposed to.

You felt a gaze and you looked back gently to see Lucien giving you a knowing look with a slight smirk. He’d seen the interaction then. You’re sure he’d have something snarky to say later about it.

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You were left with the looming shadowy energy that had been in the corner of the room – the Night Court. Azriel was to greet you first, stepping away as his High Lord and Lady were engrossed in a conversation with Winter.

You turned to the Shadowsinger, your hand outstretched in a very human gesture of greeting, a deliberate choice made by you and Lucien to foster bridges with both the Fae and humans. Adopting some of their mannerisms wouldn’t hurt. Plus, Azriel was your equal; you would not bow to him.

Azriel hesitated for a moment, a fleeting pause that had you searching for its cause. But that reluctance dissolved as you felt his large hand envelop yours. You felt the jagged edges of lines on his palm pressing against your soft skin, scars that covered every inch of his hand, that had you curious to what had caused such a thing. Without glancing down, your eyes remained locked on the Shadowsinger's gaze as you gently squeezed his hand back in a firm shake.

“It’s nice to finally put a name to a face,” Azriel spoke as your hands parted.

“I hope I don’t disappoint,” you teased, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Perhaps it was the familiarity that had grown in these past weeks that allowed such a remark to escape.

A glint of something unfamiliar flickered in Azriel’s eye, his lips quirking into a slight smirk. But before you could hear his words, you sensed the powerful presence of another, and you swiftly turned to bow to the Night Court's High Lord and Lady.

“Rhysand, it’s been a long time. It’s good to see you again,” you greeted warmly, recalling brief encounters at events when you were both much younger, before he’d even ascended to High Lord.

Rhys nodded in agreement before introducing you to Feyre.

“Your reputation precedes you,” you remarked, turning to the High Lady, who returned your smile.

Cursebreaker. Cauldron-blessed. High Lady of the Night Court.

“As does yours. Lucien said he was enlisting the help of a trusted friend. Glad to see another female in the room,” Feyre replied, her tone light and welcoming.

“Ah, yes.” You gave a knowing nod to the outdated misogynistic rules of the land “I have a long-term plan. Just give it a year, and I believe it will be us females who dominate these meetings,” you joked playfully.

“Now that is something I would like to see,” Rhys teased, nudging his mate playfully.

Feyre laughed lightly before continuing, her voice carrying a warm tone. “We’ve been told we fall under your jurisdiction now.”

You nodded, acknowledging the shift. “I will be splitting my time equally across the courts under my care.”

“I’m glad,” Feyre replied, her gaze thoughtful. “Azriel said you were quite adept in your work. You've apparently got Spring Court back up and running”

You smiled at the mention of Azriel's appraisal. You noticed him shuffling slightly on his feet at his mention, his shadows swirling around him in an almost teasing manner “Nice to know someone was singing my praises,” you quipped, but you heard the unspoken words of Feyre’s remark.

You knew of her time in Spring, a time she was definitely not fond of. But you could hear in her words that she was digging for something. “Sure, me and Tamlin have been able to collaborate for the renewal of his court. I’m pleased it has been so successful, to finally have it’s residents returning home”

Whether that was the response Feyre was hoping for you’re not sure, but she merely nodded her head. You excused yourself from their company to finally greet the flickering energy that had been heating it’s way across the room to you. You stood before Eris, his imposing presence overshadowed by his two brothers snickering behind him as you offered a respectful bow.

“Eris.” you greeted respectfully. There was a part of you that had been hesitant to look after Autumn, however you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving them under Lucien.

Eris merely smirked, his demeanour suggesting he relished the moment you had to bow before him. He reached out, his touch warm yet firm as he grasped your wrist and examined your sleeve with a critical eye.

“Leaves, really? I thought flames best represented my court,” he remarked, his tone teasing.

You withdrew your hand quickly, his touch feeling oddly inappropriate in the formal setting. It served as a stark reminder that regardless of your newfound title, you would always be seen as his little brother's best friend.

Swallowing hard, you met his gaze with narrowed eyes, defending your choice of attire. “Autumn has always symbolised a transitional time within the seasons, a new beginning. I felt it best represented the fresh start we are embarking on. I thought it mirrored the new chapter you seek as well.”

Eris’s brothers rolled their eyes behind him, but you held your ground, unyielding in your stance. Eris couldn’t refute your words; you had spoken the truth. With Beron’s reign over, Eris was indeed ushering in a new era for his court.

“You and your pretty words…” Eris mused, his tone bordering on slight admiration.

“I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know your court falls under my jurisdiction,” you announced confidently.

“Oh good, do we get you for two months as well? Or do you only whore yourself off to Tamlin?” one of Eris’s brothers interjected with a crude remark. Eris shot his brother with a deathly reprimanding glance that shut him up instantly.

You bit back a retort, knowing that maintaining composure was paramount. Especially in this setting.

Instead you would use your pretty words and smart mouth.

“I didn’t realise Autumn felt neglected. I’ll make a note,” you replied evenly. “I will be visiting Autumn for two days every week, if that suffices. But if your court is in dire need of additional support, I can inquire with the other courts about allocating more time to you.”

“That will not be needed,” Eris replied curtly, cutting off any further discussion on the matter. He would not have any insinuation that his court needed support, that his reign was weak.

That was exactly the response you had expected. You gave him a knowing look, his stare challenging yours as a small smirk played on his lips. He was enjoying this you realised, enjoying your company, enjoying the challenge you presented. And as he gently licked his bottom lip, his gaze still prowling over you, you realised he was enjoying what he was seeing too.

As you stood in the midst of the exchange with Eris, you noticed a slight movement out of the corner of your eye. Sensing the shift in energy, you turned slightly to glance over your shoulder, finding the piercing gaze of the Shadowsinger fixed upon Eris. His eyes bore into Eris with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, an unmistakable venom simmering beneath the surface.

You were aware of their previous altercation, but you hadn’t realised how deep their hatred ran.

The Shadowsinger didn’t like any of the Vanserra brothers then– noted.

Eris, catching the subtle exchange, rolled his eyes lightly, a small huff escaping his lips, barely noticeable to anyone but you.

"It'll be nice to see you among the autumn leaves again, y/n," Eris purred with an air of indifference before he and his brothers swiftly winnowed away. However for a split second you swore you saw it. When his amber eyes fell back to yours, you swore you saw that kindness he always kept hidden.

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As the last of the attendees left the meeting chamber, you and Lucien shared a glance, a mixture of relief and satisfaction evident in both your expressions.

"I think that went well," you remarked, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Lucien nodded in agreement, linking his arm with yours. "Better than expected, considering the diverse personalities we had to deal with." he chuckled with an eye roll.

You nodded in agreement, smiling softly with a playful glint in your eye. "Looks like the real work begins now, eh?"

Lucien laughed heartily, falling into step beside you as you made your way out of the chamber.

“Make sure you’re being careful though” Lucien said in a moment of seriousness. You tilted your head to look at him, trying to understand what he meant in that.

Was it your interaction with Tarquin, or something else entirely?

"I’m always careful Lucie” You replied, offering a reassuring smile before pivoting back. “Let the peacekeeping begin." You declared, your fist pumping the air with determination.

Lucien couldn't resist a playful jab, muttering under his breath, "Why does this feel more like we're babysitting everyone?"

Laughter bubbled between the two of you as you exited the meeting chamber, ready to embrace the challenges of maintaining peace and unity among the courts.

How hard could peacekeeping be anyway?

Next Part >>

a/n: Sorry this took so long, and again I'm still setting the role and relationships up so it's gonna be a slow burn- but bare with! It'll be worth it <3 would love to know your thoughts on it all! Enjoyyyy - Lottie xx

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Marie Doro (Lost and Won)—I had never heard of this woman before the prelims a couple of weeks ago, but oh my GOD I have not been able to stop thinking about her since. Look at her!! She was often typecast as delicate, fragile types on stage and screen, but in real life she was "intelligent, an expert on Shakespeare and Elizabethan poetry, and possessed a penetrating humor and a sometimes acid wit"(!!!!) and known for bringing vibrancy and intelligence to all of her roles. Unfortunately most of her films have been lost, but she was considered a highly sought-after lead actress through the '20s, at which point she retired from acting. In her later years, she went back to school, taking university courses in theology, physics, metaphysics, and philosophy. She was also reportedly close friends with Maude Adams and Mercedes de Acosta, both known for their lesbian relationships, which has led some (me) (but also others) to speculate that she may have been lesbian or bi herself. She has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame! She was Charlie Chaplin's first love! She was so beautiful??? I want her to recite poetry for me while we picnic in the park.

Pina Menichelli (The Fire, Padrone delle Ferriere)—ITALIAN SILENT MOVIE STAR!!! SHES HOT!!!

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman. (remember that our poll era starts in 1910, so please don't use propaganda from before that date.)

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Marie Doro:

Unfortunately nearly all of Marie Doro’s movies are lost, and I don’t know a lot about her, but as soon as I came across Marie for the first time, I fell in love with her. The early Edwardian era is my favourite decade for fashion, and Marie wears it all so well! In every photo she looks like an angel made out of porcelain, too perfect to be real. She was Charlie Chaplin’s first love, and he remained in love with her for years after their first encounter, and let’s be honest, who can blame him? He said about her in his biography:

‘She was so devastatingly beautiful that I resented her. I resented her delicate, pouting lips, her regular white teeth, her adorable chin, her raven hair and dark brown eyes. But, oh God, she was beautiful! It was love at first sight. At the theatre I would time the moment that she left her dressing room so as to meet her on the stairs and gulp 'good-evening.' When I met Marie Doro again, it was like the second act of a romantic play. After we were introduced I said: 'But we've met before. You broke my heart. I was silently in love with you.' Marie, looking as beautiful as ever, said: “How thrilling”.

Doro retired from filmmaking in the 1920s and became very reclusive after that, so unfortunately there’s hardly any footage of her to watch. I feel sad that more people don’t know who Marie Doro is, because she’s very important to me.

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"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐒"

if there is one thing you should read from neville, it’s the story of how he got into the law. he wasn’t perfect right from the start, either. he struggled at first, too. but he persisted and he fulfilled his desires.

Let me tell you why I am doing what I am doing today. It was back in 1933 in the city of New York, and my old friend Abdullah, with whom I studied Hebrew for five years, was really the beginning of the eating of all my superstitions. When I went to him I was filled with superstitions. I could not eat meat, I could not eat fish, I could not eat chicken, I could not eat any of these things that were living in the world. I did not drink, I did not smoke, and I was making a tremendous effort to live a celibate life.

Abdullah said to me, "I am not going to tell you 'you are crazy' Neville, but you are you know. All these things are stupid." But I could not believe they were stupid.

In November, 1933, I bade goodbye to my parents in the city of New York as they sailed for Barbados. I had been in this country 12 years with no desire to see Barbados. I was not successful and I was ashamed to go home to successful members of my family. After 12 years in America I was a failure in my own eyes. I was in the theatre and made money one year and spent it the next month. I was not what I would call by their standards nor by mine a successful person. (Neville)

before the law, neville had a lot of limiting beliefs and he felt unsuccessful. he had the self-concepts of being a failure. a lot of us most likely felt a similar way. we’ve all started somewhere, we’ve most likely believed that life happened to us not because of us. even if you’re in rock-bottom, you can still rise from there, as did neville. neville mastered the law and so can you, regardless of where you are in life.

Mind you when I said goodbye to my parents in November I had no desire to go to Barbados. The ship pulled out, and as I came up the street, something possessed me with a desire to go to Barbados.

It was the year 1933, I was unemployed and had no place to go except a little room on 75th Street. I went straight to my old friend Abdullah and said to him "Ab, the strangest feeling is possessing me. For the first time in 12 years I want to go to Barbados."

"If you want to go Neville, you have gone." he replied. That was very strange language to me. I am in New York City on 72nd Street and he tells me I have gone to Barbados. I said to him, "What do you mean, I have gone, Abdullah?"

He said, "Do you really want to go? "

I answered "yes."

He then said to me, "As you walk through this door now you are not walking on 72nd Street, you are walking on palm lined streets, coconut lined streets; this is Barbados. Do not ask me how you are going to go. You are in Barbados. You do not say 'how' when you 'are there'. You are there. Now you walk as though you were there."

I went out of his place in a daze. I am in Barbados. I have no money, I have no job, I am not even well clothed, and yet I am in Barbados.

He was not the kind of a person with whom you would argue, not Abdullah. Two weeks later I was no nearer my goal than on the day I first told him I wanted to go to Barbados. I said to him, "Ab, I trust you implicitly but here is one time I cannot see how it is going to work. I have not one penny towards my journey, I began to explain. (Neville)

neville didn’t have much faith in this at first. he couldn’t fathom how it’s going to work if he’s so poor. how is a silly question, because there are endless possibilities how something can come about. the “how” is what holds so many back - doubting its fulfillment because it seems unlikely. “unlikely” things happen all the time. it’s unlikely for you to see a familiar face on the street of a town that has thousands of residents - but it still happens.

You know what he did. He was as black as the ace of spades, my old friend Abdullah, with his turbaned head. As I sat in his living room he rose from his chair and went towards his study and slammed the door, which was not an invitation to follow him. As he went through the door he said to me, "I have said all that I have to say."

On the 3rd of December I stood before Abdullah and told him again I was no nearer my trip. He repeated his statement, "You are in Barbados."

The very last ship sailing for Barbados that would take me there for the reason I wanted to go, which was to be there for Christmas, sailed at noon on December 6th, the old Nerissa.

On the morning of December 4th, having no job, having no place to go, I slept late. When I got up there was an air mail letter from Barbados under my door. As I opened the letter a little piece of paper flickered to the floor. I picked it up and it was a draft for $50.00.

The letter was from my brother Victor and it read, "I am not asking you to come, Neville, this is a command. We have never had a Christmas when all the members of our family were present at the same time. This Christmas it could be done if you would come. "

My oldest brother Cecil left home before the youngest was born and then we started to move away from home at different times so never in the history of our family were we ever all together at the same time.

The letter continued, "You are not working, I know there is no reason why you cannot come, so you must be here before Christmas. The enclosed $50.00 is to buy a few shirts or a pair of shoes you may need for the trip. You will not need tips; use the bar if you are drinking. I will meet the ship and pay all your tips and your incurred expenses. I have cabled Furness, Withy & Co. in New York City and told them to issue you a ticket when you appear at their office. The $50.00 is simply to buy some little essentials. You may sign as you want aboard the ship. I will meet it and take care of all obligations."

I went down to Furness, Withy & Co. with my letter and let them read it. They said, "We received the cable Mr. Goddard, but unfortunately we have not any space left on the December 6th sailing. The only thing available is 3rd Class between New York and St . Thomas. When we get to St. Thomas we have a few passengers who are getting off. You may then ride 1st Class from St. Thomas to Barbados. But between New York and St. Thomas you must go 3rd Class, although you may have the privileges of the 1st Class dining room and walk the decks of the 1st Class."

I said, "I will take it."

I went back to my friend Abdullah on the afternoon of December 4th and said, "It worked like a dream." I told him what I had done, thinking he would be happy.

Do you know what he said to me? He said, "Who told you that you are going 3rd Class? Did I see you in Barbados, the man you are, going 3rd Class? You are in Barbados and you went there 1st Class.”

I did not have one moment to see him again before I sailed on the noon of December 6th. When I reached the dock with my passport and my papers to get aboard that ship the agent said to me, "We have good news for you, Mr. Goddard. There has been a cancellation and you are going 1st Class."

Abdullah taught me the importance of remaining faithful to an idea and not compromising. I wavered, but he remained faithful to the assumption that I was in Barbados and had traveled 1st Class. (Neville)

this story teaches a lot of lessons. especially for someone who has been struggling - you can see that it's very much possible to take your life into your own hands.

ab tells him to not settle for less. do not settle for anything less but the most wonderful. do not compromise. why should you receive less if you can receive more?

this story also explains what persisting actually means. yes, you are meant to drop it aka stop imagining it over and over in hopes of it finally realising. persisting just means that you know that it is done. whenever you are confronted with something that contradicts your inner-state, then you persist. you know that the work is already done and everything will be fine. you already have everything, it is done.

#loa #loassumption #law of assumption #neville goddard #mental diet #self concept #living in the end #affirm and persist #law of attraction #manifestation #manifesting #law of abundance #law of manifestation #manifest #edward art #spirituality #void state #meditation

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Hello my lovely!

I'm obsessed with Wenclair so would you consider doing something where Wenclair are jealous cause reader ist just naturally flirty and Wenclair will react accordingly?

I'm always obsessed with Wenclair. I feel Enid would kill 'em with kindness and Wednesday would just, well, kill 'em

not jealous

You had no idea what you were doing, and that was the most frustrating part of it all.

Enid and Wednesday couldn’t technically be mad at you. You would flirt with everyone, it wasn’t even intentional. The words fell off your tongue as effortlessly as water flows through a creek. What they did hate was how everyone knew you were a natural flirt and they still flirted back with you. They didn’t care if Enid and Wednesday were around, they still did it anyway.

Well. They did it around Enid. They knew better than to do it around Wednesday.

If you had at least known what you were doing then they would be able to confront you about it. After all, you did it even when they were around too. With the barista at the Weathervane, or with the underpaid guy behind the ticket counter at the local movie theatre. It didn’t even stop you if you were on a date with Wednesday and Enid. And you still had no idea you were doing it.

At first it had been adorable, admittedly. Enid had thought it was cute, Wednesday had thought it was clever how you could get your way with a few words. But then they realised people were flirting back, and you didn’t notice they were flirting back. More than once, Wednesday had been forced to glare at some poor kid because they kept trying to flirt even after you were done.

With all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop, Enid had tried to bring it up to you once. You were both cuddling in her bed while Wednesday finished up her writing time, and it had been nice and quiet. But then Enid just had to bring it up.

“The barista was really nice to you today,” Enid’s voice rang out. Wednesday’s fingers stopped for just a moment.

“Yeah! Can’t believe he gave me a free frap, that was wild,” you answered, the smile evident in your voice.

“He was flirting pretty hard, huh?” Enid continued.

“What?” You asked. “No he wasn’t, he was just being nice.”

“He was flirting,” Wednesday cut in when she heard Enid’s sigh.

“How do you know?” You asked. “You’re still new to all this dating stuff.”

No one wanted to actually start an argument over something so ridiculous. None of you were so insecure as to think that, even if he was flirting, anything would come of it. It just… hurt a little to see that no one seemed to care that you were all together.

They stopped bringing up your free popcorn at the movies, or the extra whipped cream on your coffee. Wednesday's grip tightened on your hand when someone talked a little too long. Enid kept a possessive hand on your thigh when the barista used another coffee as an excuse to talk to you again. Someone - truthfully they had no idea who it was - broke a mug as he continued to talk.

It all came to a head on the one day all three of you decided to have a picnic out in Jericho. None of you were normies, but you thought the little town was adorable so you would try ceaselessly to find reasons to go. You brought up the picnic and, truthfully, they couldn’t tell you no when it was the perfect day.

In yours and Enid’s minds, at least. Wednesday would have preferred a bit more rain.

It was going well. Really well, in fact. Enid could sit and watch as you tried to convince Wednesday to eat a white chocolate covered strawberry. “For me,” you said with a pout that Wednesday quickly caved for, and all Enid could do was try to hold in her laughter so she didn’t get the brunt of the revenge plot that was bound to appear later on.

And then that damn barista made his appearance once again. He was persistent, Enid would give him that.

Lucky for him, Wednesday was still trying to avoid all your attempts at getting her to try different sweets you had brought. You were failing, but it was your giggle at the attempts that made both girls smile. But the barista kept walking nearer, and Enid knew she needed to step in before Wednesday saw him.

“Nice day out, isn’t it?” Enid asked him when she practically skipped to his position, stopping him from getting any closer.

“Yeah, nice day,” he said, peering around her to see you. “Hey, you’re all friends, do you think I have a shot?”

“A shot at what?” She asked in a far too cheery voice even as she started to see red. Is that what Wednesday always felt when she was angry?

“Asking them out on a date,” he said with a matching smile.

He was either beautifully ignorant or devastatingly brave to ask Enid, of all people, if he had a chance. Had he not noticed that you were always with either her or Wednesday? Did he not see how they held you close, kissed your cheek, practically fawned over you? Or, even worse, did he simply not care?

“I think your chance is pretty minimal,” Enid said with that same smile that only grew. Except this time it wasn’t so cheery. “I mean, they’ve got two girlfriends already. Not sure they can handle a boyfriend too.”

His smile fell slowly as he looked over her shoulder again. Just in time, Enid thought because you were currently giving Wednesday a kiss on the cheek.

“But you should give it a shot if you’re feeling confident,” Enid finished off with a joyful shrug of her shoulders.

“I,” he sighed, “I’ll pass.”

With one final look at you and Wednesday, he shook his head and turned back around to head off. Smart, Enid smiled to herself as she made her own way back to where you were all sitting. You were still blissfully unaware, but Wednesday was giving her a look that said she knew what had happened. She usually did.

Later that night, as all three of you laid in bed and you were snoring softly, Wednesday finally spoke up.

“I would have killed him,” she said quietly.

“I know,” Enid chuckled.

“You should have killed him.”

“I know, Willa.”

#wenclair x reader #wednesday addams x reader #enid x reader #wednesday x reader

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Saw your comment on a post about Sound of Freedom and I came here to say.....shame on you. Shame. On. You. Since when is child trafficking a political issue? Since when is calling pedophilia bad a political issue? If you have a problem with this movie then maybe YOU'RE the problem. No better than the big Disney fat cats who tried to suppress this movie and keep it shelved. Or theaters messing with the ac and saying seats are sold out when they're empty. Shame on you! God's children are not for sale!

I wish people would do a little more research on this topic. If Hollywood and the "powers that be" didn't want this movie being seen, it wouldn't have been released in over 3000 theatres countrywide. It's being shown in major and minor locations all across America and Canada, and the vast majority of those locations aren't having any problems.

Case and point, my own mother and her friend went to see it last week and everything was fine. No issues whatsoever and the seats were packed. The movie isn't being "suppressed". This is all a marketing gimmick from the production company Angel Studios, a Christian streaming service. The movie is jam-packed with lies and only serves to glorify Tim Ballard, the man the movie is based on, and Christianity as a whole. I truly wish this wasn't political, but it is. They made it political.

Tim Ballard has provably exaggerated or fabricated many, if not most of his "rescues", and his organisation, Operation Underground Railroad, has been widely criticised by professional anti-sex trafficking organizations (including other Christian-based ones) for years. He has accumulated millions of dollars for his so-called "non-profit" organisation, and he runs several for profit organisations on the side. Most of this money is presumably pocketed by Ballard and his cohorts, as millions is unaccounted for and only a sliver goes to OUR. It's not about "saving children", it's about money and spreading Ballard's religious ideology.

This is compounded by the fact that Ballard, before he left the CIA, was almost always the last officer to arrive on any scene where child sex trafficking was involved, yet he somehow has hundreds of stories where he's singlehandedly rescued children. In fact, the "true story" the film is based on, where Ballard apparently saved a five year old boy—who, by Ballard's own account, ran up to him, hugged him, and begged to be taken away—didn't even happen. According to court receipts from the arrest and trial of Earl Venton Buchanan (the pedophile in possession of the little boy), Ballard arrived at the scene long after the boy was rescued and taken into custody, and he was barely involved. The documents can easily be found online under the San Diego incident reports.

Ballard was also caught lying about saving one particular girl named Liliana, the literal poster child for OUR. As it turns out, Liliana rescued herself by escaping her captors when she was seventeen and being trafficked in New York. Even more egregious, every time Ballard told her story, he would lower her age to garner more sympathy ... as if her being seventeen wasn't sad enough. In one instance, he claimed she was 14. In another, he claimed she was 11. Ballard also exploited Liliana's story as a reason for needing stricter border patrols and a better wall, despite the fact that she was being abused in America. There is no evidence to suggest OUR had anything to do with her rescue.

Ballard and his "organisation" have even ruined entire legitimate rescue operations in other countries and put children at risk, like in the Dominican Republic, where he endangered the lives of 26 girls by playing vigilante, being followed around by a camera crew, and causing a shootout that effectively traumatised the children he used as a prop to lure in buyers. His response to the mishap and rightful criticism by the Dominican police was basically, "Well ... you win some, you lose some."

The children were released without receiving any therapy or rehabilitative care, and Anne Gallagher, the leading global expert on the international law on human trafficking, said that OUR has an "alarming lack of understanding about how sophisticated criminal trafficking networks must be approached and dismantled" and went on to call the work of OUR "arrogant, unethical, and illegal". Those children easily could've been shot and killed. This occurred in 2014, but Ballard still insists that his "rescues" be filmed, and he even pitched it as a reality TV show. His reasoning for this, he says, is to "spread awareness", but we all know it's because he loves the spotlight.

Entire law enforcement agencies have actually cut ties with or even condemned OUR, such as Washington State Law Enforcement, as a result of Ballard's proclivity to conflate child sex trafficking with consensual adult sex work. Ballard and OUR regularly set up sting operations and lambasted the men who showed up for kink play, publicly branding them as pedophiles, even though the men in question were under the impression that they were meeting for sex with consenting, adult women. This led to several lawsuits against OUR, all of which they rightfully lost.

Ballard's means of gathering intelligence is also questionable, as he, by his own admission, sometimes consults psychic mediums for information on missing children and asks where they're being held captive. I genuinely wish I was joking about that.

The main actor in Sound of Freedom, Jim Caviezel, also has ties to the Qanon movement, and Caviezel himself is a hardcore conspiracy theorist. He believes that Donald Trump is "the new Moses" and that "liberals [literally] drink the blood of children". This is ironic, considering Caviezel and Ballard both met Trump several times, yet never pressed him for information regarding Epstein's client list. Moreover, Caviezel and Ballard both donate to the Catholic Church, which funds the largest child sex trafficking ring on the southern border and has a history of rampant sexual abuse of children. Even more insane, Caviezel admitted to watching child porn, to apparently "get in character" for the movie. He claimed that if Ballard had to watch it, it only "made sense" that he'd have to watch it, too. To "motivate" him to fight child trafficking.

...Alright, bud.

Surprise, surprise, both men are also outspokenly anti-LGBTQ+, despite the fact that children/teens in that community are statistically more likely to be trafficked. The majority of child trafficking is not the result of random kidnappings, as the movie would have you believe. The majority of children are actually recruited into sexual exploitation by a family member or friend/boss. The majority of those children are also not generally passed around in Mexico, like this racist, white savior-oriented movie would have you believe, but they actually either stay in or end up in America. America is, in fact, the largest consumer of child porn and child sex slaves this side of the globe (and nearly the largest producer), yet the movie depicts almost every pedophile as Mexican or some other non-white race.

At the end of the movie, Ballard comes on screen and asks people to donate/buy tickets for others, so that the movie can spread awareness. This is why so many seats in certain theatres are empty, despite websites saying the seats are sold out. Whether or not Angel Studios is also shadow purchasing tickets to boost sales can't be proven, obviously, but I wouldn't put it past them. These "conspiracies" have all served to market the movie and boost ticket sales.

As for Disney trying to keep the movie shelved, that's also a lie. Yes, Disney did technically shelve the movie when they bought Fox, since it didn't exactly correspond with its family-friendly brand, but they had no problem with the movie being released under a different studio. The actual reason Sound of Freedom was in "production hell" for five years was because Tim Ballard kept trying to milk donations. Despite the fact that filming wrapped up in 2018, he kept asking for more and more and more. He used people's faith and understandably emotional response to something as wicked as pedophilia to rake in millions. That's what Ballard is really about, money and stardom. In the movie, there's even a post-credit message where Jim Caviezel says the movie was held back to "maximize its distribution and raise awareness about child sex trafficking".

Translation: Ballard greedy.

Ballard himself admitted the accuracy of this movie "isn't important", and that he just wanted to get the movie out to "spread the word". By that, he of course means the Christian word—but why should fighting child sex trafficking be tied to religion? At the end of the day, Sound of Freedom is a vanity project, and it spreads incredibly dangerous misinformation. Stranger still, Ballard left the OUR just prior to the debut of Sound of Freedom, a fact he's neglected to mention in every interview regarding the movie. It's not clear why he left, but it seems that he fled after an internal investigation into the organisation began. That's not too suspicious or anything. My guess is authorities are trying to find out were all that missing money went, and Ballard doesn't want to be there when they figure it out.

By the way, that final line you hit me with; "God's children are not for sale", the line from the movie that Ballard claims a fellow agent whispered to him while on a case, as well as the title of the movie, which another agent supposedly said to Ballard after a giant rescue operation—those were lies, too. No agents ever said that to him. The police reports for those cases, as well as the agents Ballard supposedly quoted, all said he was the last to arrive on the scene and those conversations never happened.

Ballard cannot be trusted and Sound of Freedom is based on a lie. It's a scam. Everything he does is a scam. All he cares about is spreading his ideology, making money, and looking like a superhero. And this is only the tip of the iceberg. Look into his other companies, and into the ex-military soldiers and police officers who left OUR because of how poorly trained their people are when it comes to rescue operations.

Every sane person knows pedophilia and human trafficking is wrong, but giving your money to Qanon-adjacent, right-wing leaning, LGBTQ+-hating, Catholic Church-sympathising, fame-chasing, money-hungry, perpetual liar Tim Ballard isn't going to help.

The best way to help out is learning about the signs of child trafficking. Keep an eye out for any children that might be getting abused. If you suspect something, report it, don't be a silent bystander. Volunteer within your community to make sure the children in your area have food and resources, support LGBTQ+ youth, and watch the other adults around you to ensure they're not acting inappropriately. You can also donate to social programs that create safe spaces for children and even apply for jobs that specialise in these fields. Don't go to see a movie just because it aligns with your religious beliefs, feel sad for a little while, then sit on your ass and let Tim Ballard handle everything.

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[My] Fanon Ness

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Full Name: Ness Wilhelm Scott

Age: 23 years old

Birthday: June 26, 1977

Gender: Genderqueer gay man (very closeted and internalized transphobia beginning of story | also period accuracy he wouldn't really state it this way, modern times he'd def have neos and such but that be an au)

Pronouns: He/Him

World building under the cut!

Ness is an absolute nerd. He's currently in college getting his master's degree in business, minor in theatre. He's been working at Sparky's since his freshman year of college to help pay student loans and such. He lives in a quaint, cramped apartment downtown near his college. He likes his coworkers, the gossipy waitresses, and his manager. He's never met the owner, though (🐇).

He loves to be in-the-know. He eavesdrops constantly at work, and it's honestly the best place to gather bits and bobs about the local townsfolk, cryptids, and other oddities. With his flamboyant nature and such a small town, he's also well-known and trusted. The grannies who come every Sunday after church services, crochet, and tip well trade tea for knowing about his personal life. Got a girlfriend yet? How's that degree going? How's your parents?

Though he's stuck his nose where it isn't supposed to be, plenty of times. Back when he was 19, him and a few buddies broke into their school's boiler room because rumor was it's haunted and had a skull of a pilgrim girl. Needless to say, that wasn't true, just a theory even, and he spent the night in the county jail. He's gotten more discreet since then, now preferring to work alone.

He heard about Freddy's soon after and became obsessed. He asked anyone and everyone who would listen about the place. Who owned it? Why did it shut down? After a few months, he started putting some details together. Five children missing so close to the place shutting down, their bodies never found? He could smell a theory brewing.

He's the reason William had to start frequently hiring security guards. Vanessa was usually enough to ensure his prized possession didn't get vandalized or broken into. Well... Until Ness got involved. At first, the gate wasn't even locked. It was just some simple chain. Then he learned how to lockpick. Once the padlock was put in place he "borrowed" the note with instructions from a late security guard.

He always wanted to snag something from the pizzeria. He brought his camera he bought through saving tips and snapped photos of literally everything. He once left with a shard of glass from a pinball machine, but he then got weird feelings about the animatronics. He took notes. After a few months he had several notebooks full of his scribbles, photos, and bits of rubble or memorabilia. His little pencil topper he actually stole from the prize counter inside the pizzeria and is his favorite find.

It got a lot more difficult once Mike got involved. Mike caught him the first night, interrogated him, and threw him out. It didn't deter Ness, and in fact it relit the spark that had started to fizzle out. He grew more determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. He started a blog, documenting his theories and thoughts online. It didn't gain much steam, but he had a few fans from around the country.

Boy was it awkward when Mike came into the diner the first time. Ness hid, for the first time ever, in the back. It worried his coworkers because he wasn't one to avoid meeting someone new. Quite the opposite. Ness did peek, once, only to be met by Mike's ragged, sleep-deprived glare.

They didn't talk the first few times, but Abby was fascinated by Ness. Her "friends" were too, telling her that they recognized the waiter. She demanded and begged Mike to take her to the run down diner again and again, and eventually he obliged.

Eventually, the two warmed up to each other.

Ness went with Mike during the Climax of the film. Vanessa still makes an appearance and gets stabbed, but she's more a background character. Ness, Mike, and Abby get out of the crumbling building by the skin of their noses.

Mike and Abby become regulars, even having "their" table. Ness knows their order by heart, and always has something new to share with Abby.

And then securitywaiter :3

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🧸Life with Your Destined Person—Timeless Tarot Pick A Card

In the beginning, Infinite Intelligence was lonely. Being the omniscient Source Of All That Is, Infinite Intelligence was both singular and unified in itself. Having nothing else to compare Itself to, Infinite Intelligence possessed no real comprehension of what Its own essence is all about. It knows Itself to be Love; but what is Love? And so, what is not Love? What makes Love, Love?

One day, Infinite Intelligence decided to fragmentise Itself. Creating polar opposites of Itself, Infinite Intelligence came up with Yang and Yin—Masculine and Feminine—Hot and Cold—Electric and Magnetic—Structure and Space—Matter and Void. In everything that stands between the polar opposites of Yang and Yin is a comprehension of the full spectrum of Order and Chaos. Thus, began the dance between Yang and Yin, and the subsequent fragments of themselves that came after their Genesis.

In the theatre of the Universe, one cannot be without the other—one relies on the other to maintain its identity, its role. Sometimes, Yang would utilise his electric Chaos to wreck Yin’s magnetic Order. Other times, she would take the role of a chaotic avenger and lay ruins to all the orderly structure Yang had created. The Lovers continued to battle each other, tease each other, and sometimes reconcile and help one another (but never for long) for aeons.

Eventually, Yang and Yin’s story took them to Gaia—a planet of winding helter-skelter. So disorderly was the Human World that Yang and Yin almost broke apart completely. Yang and Yin’s ferocious dance on Gaia gave birth to 10,000 new shades of conflict and sorrow, but also 10,000 new shades of hope and dream.

As the Lovers continued their dance, they gasped and clasped, and pushed and pulled; and for very many times they did so, changing costumes as they go. Yang and Yin had spent so much time bathing in the many colours that helped define what Love is and isn’t. Soon enough, they began to remember, and yearned for the times they had been gently loving each other in the embrace of Eternity.

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Pile 1 – If There Could be Heaven on Earth, It Would be You to Each Other

what unites you – King of Cups Rx

You, the person reading this, whether you are a girl or a boy (or everything else in between), you are represented by the femme in this picture. You are gentle, fragile almost, and there is so much beauty contained within. Your heart is kind, understanding, accommodating, empathetic, helpful, nurturing, and the beauty of your physical avatar truly shines by what’s on the inside.

This world is not a match to you. Your exquisite beauty causes demons to succumb to bad behaviours. You’ve been attacked so much by external forces that continually made you wonder what was inherently wrong with you. Nothing was though—this world is just not good enough for you. Took you a while to figure it out, but once your newfound sense of identity was solidified, your Soul began yearning for (and subsequently attracting) your vibrational match—the one person destined to be your beautiful Lover.

Their purpose for being born? I won’t exaggerate this but, they literally came down here just to love you. They are your mighty protector. Your literal Heaven on Earth. Your dreams come true. Of course they’ve got a big Soul Mission of their own—all Souls do when they come to Earth! But…

how they treasure you – Ace of Cups Rx

Because of the way this world has made you feel, you’ve hidden a lot of your true self. You’ve reduced a lot of your brightness and suppressed a lot of your affection for others. Like, you just want to disappear or be invisible or just drift off to Neptune and never return to Earth. Honestly, sometimes you’re just confused, afraid, and you just need someone to reassure you that you’re not losing your shit—that everything is gonna always turn out okay in the end.

Well, life with your Destined Person is an ointment for all of these wounds—emotional, psychological, spiritual, whateverical. Here’s a person who holds your hand affectionately, gives you warm teddy bear hugs, shows you off to the world for the exquisite beauty of your Soul (rather than just physical), guards you like this expensive gentleman in the picture does, glares at anybody who is stupid enough to threaten your wellbeing or dignity. And…

Yeah, they could be a little possessive but you like that anyway, so what’s the problem? LMAO Alongside the heteros, I see quite a significant number of LGBTQ+ peeps also attracted to this pile. I think, this is partly resonant with the hardships you’ve had to endure and why your Destined Person is fiercely protective of you⚔️Non-heteros usually have to fight really hard just to keep their relationships (and sanity for that matter).

how you cherish them – Knight of Pentacles Rx

You may not be the most practical or grounded person on the planet, but even that is wonderful to your Destined Person because you are balancing their earthiness. With you, they come to believe in magick and miracles. They come to understand the fluidity of reality and how we ourselves manifest three-dimensionality.

In a manner of speaking, your Destined Person could’ve been bored to death by the drabness of this world. Why is everybody so ordinary? And then, le wild you appeared and KABOOM the sky fell down. And your Destined Person rushed to rescue you from the rubble of the sky and they fell fucking in Love for the very fucking first time, at that very fucking moment.

You, my dear, literally doesn’t need to do anything else. By just breathing, by just being there, by just being your kind and caring self, you’ve literally breathed Life itself into the very being of your significant other. That’s just how magickal you are.

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Pile 2 – All That’s Sweet and Lovely in the World

what unites you – King of Pentacles

Really, you must’ve performed marvellous miracles elsewhere in the Galaxy, or hey, maybe even on Earth, in some other incarnations. You and your Destined Person have been a team for a very long time. Your Souls are no strangers to each other. I think you probably even promised to meet again in this incarnation for this specific purpose: sweet indulgence🍮Allow me to elaborate.

Planet Earth is hell, yeah? It’s simmering with suffering and you’re meant to whip your magic and turn it into shimmering cotton clouds. You both have this magnificent power within you because you’ve done this for other civilisations in the history of mankind; even those beyond Earth.

Of course, you may have had the roughest Life (or not, but that isn’t part of this PAC), but the most important thing is that your Life together with your Destined Person is light, abundant, prosperous, happy, merry, and all that’s sweet and lovely. -More on this in the Soul Story of Your Dharma section.-

how they treasure you – 10 of Wands

There’s an uncanny balance in the dynamic of your relationship. Because your Souls have traversed the Universe together so often, you resemble each other so much, like twins, almost. You are both a remedy to each other’s weariness of the world. Yeah, even happy, positive people get tired of the world sometimes. Earth is just too much, innit?

To your Destined Person, you’re so precious and they think you deserve all that’s wonderful in the world. They can be a little self-sacrificing in this regard though. They’re willing to put up with a lot of hardships just to make you happy and contribute to the relationship. They’re happy to do that, because you’re worth it. This energy is best described by Bruno Mars’s That’s What I Like! They’re just like that! And I leave it at that🌞Go listen to Bruno🍾

how you cherish them – 10 of Cups

The reading ends here. Need I say more?🤭You’re such a maternal character—gender doesn’t matter. You give all of your heart. You create a beautiful, harmonious, happy family with your Destined Person. As much as they strive to provide materially for you, and make you happy with the champagne and expensive rides and everything else, as much you bring to the table the intangible qualities that make Life on Earth a fulfilling emotional paradise.

-Hope that makes sense, but I see this group as dreamy peeps, so I think that description is alright🤡-

Honestly, even if today you’re struggling and sad, please put your faith in this energy. You’ve manifested this reading, right? I see nothing else but beautiful balance and abundance in your Life. You’re blessed with a beautiful future and that only completes your story for you to become a source of inspiration, a glimmer of hope, for others🌸

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Pile 3 - Intense Dramatic Relationship

what unites you – Page of Wands

To begin with, even on a Soul level, this connection is dramatic, intense, complex in a wholesome way, and if you one day looked into your synastry chart, there just might be a significant number of sextile aspects there. Your Soul and their Soul are no strangers; in fact, you may have shared some kind of rivalry in a different incarnation.

Actually, as typical of my pile 3s… This may be the group of peeps who resonate with having come from advanced (or ancient) civilisations off-planet. I’m seeing you’ve played rivalry roles in different lifeforms; you’ve challenged, hated, and even brought demise to each other. Of course, from our Souls’ perspective, this was all fun and game. At any rate, you’ve come across each other multiple times and now… something is changing.

Meeting on this Planet… You faintly remember knowing this other Soul from somewhere else, but can’t quite put a finger on it. This other person intimidates you, but you feel dearly drawn to them. It’s all thrilling and curiosity-inducing. You're learning to love an enemy. For some of you who are really, really advanced... there’s an aspect here that talks about your learning to rectify your bad karma (negatively polarised Soul bond) from those previous incarnations~

how they treasure you – 7 of Cups Rx

To them, there’s something inexplicably dreamy about you. Maybe because of your Soul’s origins being extra-terrestrial. -Obvi, you feel this way about them, too.- They’re attracted to you because you’re different from most other Humans, and that, validates them. They see a friend in you—like, whoa, there’s someone else just as strange as me! That’s the one!

To them, you’re a precious gem that must be treated with care. Obviously, it’s because the divinity within them recognises the divinity within you. The way you’re bonded on Earth is mega soul-based and it is wise and beyond the comprehension of most Humans. From within their subconscious, they madly respect you. But also, quite inexplicably, they feel a sense of competition with you…

Like mentioned in the beginning, you two might have many sextiles in your synastry chart (or composite for that matter), and this typically means your Souls are meant to excite, inspire, and motivate each other. Of course, sextiles are not without their challenges, but this also indicates a dynamic relationship blessed with little to no boringness.

And this is precisely why they respect and treasure you immensely: no one else moves them the way you do. Move as in, really, you move them towards achieving great things, honey.

how you cherish them – King of Wands Rx

First of all, you see the King—the mega successful person—they’re meant to be in this lifetime. You see all of that potential and you’re drawn to that energy, charisma, as well as enigma—because they’re like a King of the shadows. Man or woman, this is an off-beat individual that challenges conventions. Heck, your Destined Person may dwell in the darker aspects of society, ngl lol

Be that as it may, you see the good in them. Even if what they do professionally may be rather odd… even bad in the eye of society (or in the eye of you), there’s a divinity within that you recognise. You value that because that’s associated with bravery. They’re not a bad person, but they’re not afraid to do what needs to be done to stand their ground.

This, eventually enough, inspires yourself to achieve that plateau of greatness. You see their King energy because this is also YOU. Their sheer existence moves you toward your self-actualisation, too. I’m also seeing many of you feel threatened by the darkness and badness of this world, and this is a person who’s comfortable in the dark, knows how to navigate the dark, and they… make you feel SAFE. That’s so HOT!

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Can I request chrollo x fem reader where like chrollo and the troupe go to a club to celebrate a successful heist and readers like one of the main girls dancing and then after her performance she gets called up by this guy who’s obviously a creep. Kinda like the Copacabana if you’ve ever listened to that song and then chrollo helps the distressed girl by personally threatening the creepy man

to protect a performer

synopsis - chrollo see's a creep harrasing one of the performers

includes - chrollo

warnings - fem!reader, reader is a showgirl, creepy guy, slight injury, fluff, staring???, harrasment?, wc - 1.5k

if the phantom troupe were known for one thing it would be their heists. they were always successful mainly because they were more than happy to reaort to any means to pull them off, they were criminals after all. this success and confidence always only served to push chrollo to perform more and more daring heists - each payed off and it became a cycle, he would always have a growing confidence in his strategies.

recently he had planned out one of his most complex and risky heists yet. he had no hesitation in any point of it by the time he finally presented it to the rest of the troupe and they all were happy to go along with their leaders plan. to nobody's surprise, the plan went off without a hitch. sometimes it seemed like chrollo could plan for everything as every point in his strategy happened in perfect succession whichh lead to another perfect heist.

chrollo cared deeply for each and every troupe member and understood that keeping them happy would make him happy. since it was quite possibly their most daring heist yet, chrollo wanted to show some form of appreciation for the capabilities his group possessed. he eventually settled on taking them to quite a high profile club - it was a risk in itself as someone may recognise them but he had the confidence to know that they wouldn't be caught and so he went with the idea. mainly as he came to learn that quite a popular group of showgirls would be performing at the same time and so he doubted most of the attention would be on them.

it was meant to be a celebration and so chrollo didn't mind that he would be spending quite the costly amount, their recent heist more than made up for it. it would seem that because of the group performing at the club the same night, prices for anything at the club were much higher than usual - it was obvious it was the club's way of profiting more and more from others.

chrollo himself wasn't exactly the most outgoing or 'club' type. he spent most of the time sat inside the booth he booked for the group as he watched the others. the booth was lined with rather nice leather which surrounded a rather extravagant table and it had a perfect view of the stage. the club's atmosphere was practically buzzing up until the point the curtains on the stage lifted and most changed to cheer an applaud the group of girls on stage.

you and a couple of friends and their friends had once made the decision to form a group. you all had a similar interest in dancing and such, so you all were rather ecstatic when your group would be allowed to perform on stages in clubs and a few small theatres. each and every one of you shared the same passion which made it very easy to perfectly come up with routines and get enough practice in and it all seemed to pay off when bigger clubs and theatres started approaching you instead.

this by far would be your groups biggest performance yet. the other smaller performances obviously gained enough traction and popularity to become appealing to other places that would now happily pay your group good money to perform. the group's performances also started gaining popularity in general, with more and more people learning about the group which lead to a quick growth in following.

to say each of you was nervous would be an understatement. you all had been informed of the amount of people in the club at the time and it was by far the biggest crowd. your group spent hours toiling over outfits, practice and more practice but standing behind the curtain right before it was due to raise made all those hours seem pointless. but you'd be dammned if your nerves got you to ruined this grand opportunity for all of you.

chrollo didn't really care all that much for performances, he didn't really care that there would be a performance the night his group visited if anything he wondered if any of his members enjoyed such performances. he didn't expect to be so mesmerized. from the moment the group starrted performing his eyes drifted up from his drink to you, one of the girl's at the front leading.

he had never seen someone move with so much energy and passion yet seeming so weirdly elegant. he didn't want to seem like a creep but he just couldn't help but stare as you performed - while he could agree that your entire group was incredibly talented but you really couldn't help but unknowingly mesmerize him. he was one of first to applaud when you finished.

the group soon left to go off stage and since the club was still technically paying your group to stay longer as you're performance finished slightly early, you and the rest of the girls decided to spend the time in the club. right as you walked out back into the club you immediately heard someone whistle you over, you looked over to confirm the man was asking for you and you hesitantly went over. you didn't like the sense of dread that encompassed you aa ypu walked over but didn't want to be rude as maybe he just had a question.

chrollo watched as you hesitantly walked you're way over to the man, he could immediately tell two things - one, the guy was obviously a bit of a creep and two, you were trying to be polite. he was just out of earshot of the conversation but he could clearly tell the man was an absolute creep. the man who you tried convincing yourself was just wanting to ask a question, turned out to be a creep but now you didn't see a way out of your situation and deeply regretted not listening to your gut.

you're eyes frantically darted across the club hoping to catch someone's eye, somebody that could help you. chrollo caught your eye as he noticed how shaky you were getting and once you realised he was looking you tired to subtly hint that you needed help. but because you weren't looking at the man, he was starting to get annoyed and you didn't see him reaching out to grab you.

you blinked once and before you knew it the man you caught eyes with was now stood right beside you. when you turned back to the man you noticed that the man you caught eyes with was now holding the creep's hand that tried gravbing you in a clearly bruising grip. you knew this shouldn't be the time to be taking in the appearance of your saviour but you couldn't help but stare at some lf his odder features, such as the bright red mark on his head.

you practically gasped as you heard a sickening crack that caused the creep to cry out and catch the attention of some near by customers. you couldn't hear what the raven haired man said to the creep but you watched as he leaned forward and whispered something to the man that made his face drop. chrollo soon released the man who immediately grabbed his stuff, cradled his wrist and rushed to leave as fast as he possibly could.

what probably disturbed you the most was the fact that your helper looked absolutely calm as anything. you nervously coughed out a thank you as you were slightly shaken but luckily he seemed to fully grasp the gratitude you wanted to show. it wasn't long before a few of your group members rushed over to your side as they explained how they were so distracted and you told them it was fine because he helped you.

chrollo returned to his booth and your friends whisked you away backstage to calm down. you would later make a quick stop at chrollo's booth before you left to properly thank him. a few members that were sat there looked awkwardly away as they didn't quite know what to do but chrollo didn't mind and stood up and offered to walk you back to your friends who were only waiting outside. on the very short walk you insisted he didn't have to make such a meaningless journey but he assured you that he only wanted to make sure you stayed safe.

you also managed to pry his name out of him on the walk, telling him you would like to know the name of the man who helped you and in turn you told him yours. you parted ways with a bright smile to the man you now knew as chrollo before running to your friends. the day after, you would come to hear of a missing person that was last seen sprinting out of the club around the same time that creep did but you brushed it off as coincidence. the phantom troupe would also come to learn that chrollo liked taking them out to club's and theatre's no matter how high profile, and for some reason they always coincided with your group's performances to which chrollo would talk to you afterward.

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Stardust. Hard not to love what you know.

Summary: You hadn't lived a single day of your life without the sea or Finnick, even after he was reaped, even after he was turned into a ruthless killer and then the Capitol's most prized possession, trapped behind it's gilded bars like a songbird. Only instead of a song crying for help, he just spoke the words that came to him the easiest and you took them and caged them in your skin, turned yourself into a gallery for his art.

Or.

Writer Finnick who's love language is writing on his lover's skin, the only place he allows himself to be free.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

'I see a little bit of me in everyone. Stardust. hard not to love what you know. we are all the universe in drag.'

On the surface, everyone knew Finnick Odair as he presented himself, like his life is a theatre performance and he only really took the most perfect, untainted, beautifully crafted parts of himself out into the spotlight but left the more ugly, broken and vulnerable parts of him behind the velvet red curtains before show time.

But most people didn't know that he didn't just leave the parts of himself most beautiful just floating mid air when they weren't needed but rather imprinted on your skin in the form of words and ink. Because that was only meant for you to see.

For your whole life, it had always been you, the sea and Finnick, from the day you had grabbed the small golden haired boy's little finger at the beach and asked him to be your friend over the sound of the waves, your hair covered in sand and cold pebbles as winter air made you both shiver. You hadn't lived a single day of your life without the other two, even after he was reaped, even after he was turned into a ruthless killer and then the Capitol's most prized possession, trapped behind it's gilded bars like a songbird. Only instead of a song crying for help, he just spoke the words that came to him the easiest and you took them and caged them in your skin, turned yourself into a gallery for his art.

The world will never see him in peaceful moments like this, his head in your lap, no responsibilities or unwanted touches making his shoulders slump under the weight of them as he scribbles words into the delicate, scarred skin of your forearm, words that you know you'll take to Delilah, the only tattoo artist in District 4 and make them yours forever. The world will never see his concentrated frown as he thinks slowly and makes sure the words express exactly how he feels in that moment, caging the moment in them forever.

You stroke his hair gently with your free hand, your own whipping around in the cool night breeze, watching his pen glide against your skin and the way the ink smudges on the uneven surface, broken by old scars that told a story of their own. He looked too adorable like this, entirely engrossed in his work that you can't help but press a gentle kiss to the frown between his eyebrows, making green eyes the colour of the sea lapping against the shores in front of you look up at you in surprise and barely concealed adoration.

"What?" His voice is gentle above the sound of the waves and you smile, shaking your head, your hair fall forward to make a protective curtain around the two of you.

"Nothing, you just look precious like this. All concentrated and lost in thought." You lean down again, this time pressing a kiss to his lips. You feel his lips stretch into a smile against your own and his green eyes just seem brighter than the full moon shining overhead.

"Adorable huh? I have a reputation to maintain, darling. Don't go around ruining it," he teased, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he grins up at you. You laugh, pulling your hand away from his grip and the tip of his pen, to gently stroke his cheek with your finger tips.

"No one could touch your reputation even if they tried." You say with a chuckle and it's true. No one could destroy the reputation he had crafted so perfectly over the years as the Capitol's darling and in some ways, you wished you could burn them down to ashes and let the world see your beautiful boy but you knew you were too selfish, too greedy for him to be yours and yours alone to ever let that happen. Almost as if he heard your thoughts, he smiles up at you, and shook his head.

"You could. You could if you wanted to, and I'd let you, happily. If my downfall does have to come someday, I hope you bring it upon me." Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest at that and you shake your head, pressing another kiss to his lips. This was devotion and you always wondered what it was you did that made you worthy of it. "I could never hurt you, in any way. You are my everything."

His eyes flutter close at that and he smiles, his voice soft as if he didn't even want the sea to listen in on his confession. "And you are mine."

A peaceful silence falls over you both and you can't help but remember the words he was scribbling onto your arm earlier and you look down at him again, a small smile on your face. "Can I see what you wrote today?" Finnick never wanted you to read incomplete words, and you never tried to. He always clapped his hand down on your skin or closed his notebook when you asked him and he told you they weren't ready to be seen. Even when they were in plain sight, like now, you averted your gaze, because you'd never break his trust. Not like this.

He smiles up at you sheepishly and looks away, his hands fidgeting with his pen. "They're not mine today, not originally anyways. But everytime i think of them, they remind me of you."

You raise an eyebrow, your fingers gently turn his face to look back at you. "Oh? Just a poem then, from another writer?" He nods slowly, his hand coming up to cradle yours against his cheek. "Something like that. You can read it."

You smile and raise your forearm to your eyelevel, squinting through the now smudged ink and trying to look at it with the full moon light.

'What I feel for you cannot be conveyed in phrasal combinations, it either screams out loud or it stays painfully silent but I promise you — it beats words. It beats worlds.'

You blink before looking down at him, his green eyes wide as he looks up at you and you lean down to kiss his lips again, properly now. He responds in kind, his hand coming up to cradle your face like you're something precious and you fall a few feet deeper into him. "That's so beautiful."

He smiles against your lips, looking up at you with his boyish grin. "Isn't it? Everytime i think of it, all i can think of in relation is you." Every bit of grief in your body melts away at that, and you can't help the intense wave of emotions for the precious boy in your lap that washes over you.

"I love you," the words tumble from your lips like a prayer. "I love you. More than the years you or i live, more than the beats our combined hearts beat, i love you."

He smiles, moving away to sit up and then tug you into his lap, his eyes soft as he peers at your glossy eyes. He gently leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, his arms tight around you.

"I love you too, more than any amount of words I write. Thank you for taking these...parts of me and making them yours. Even the parts the rest of the world would resent."

You shake your head and smile, kissing him again. "Every part of you is mine, just like everything that makes me is yours. Hard not to love what you know. And the truest thing you can know is yourself."

A sigh of content escapes him and his arms just tighten around, "I love me then? The me in you? The me that melds with you?" His voice soft, as if slowly coming to accept these parts of him as something to love, to cherish like he loved and cherished you.

The smile you give him is blinding, just like the one you had given him all those years ago with missing teeth and wild hair, marking the start of the most beautiful moment in your life. "Yes. Yes you do."

And in that moment you forget there's a world outside this beautiful boy you've made home in.

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A/N: I've always wanted to explore writter Finnick because i think we all moved on from that way, way too quickly. written literally right now, as fresh as Peeta's bread out of the oven. With words of Nizar Qubbani and other little bits that make me scattered in along with this one quote that i can't get out of my head, i give you 'Stardust. Hard not to love what you know'. (I threw the sad one shot into my wips list and decided this was more important. I barely ever write for the public and this is actually my first full length one shot so please be gentle and dont break my poor heart xo. And i promise I'm working on young god hehe.)

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