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Rainy Season
Azriel x Reader
An angsty little one shot. Azriel’s mate is tired of being at the bottom of his list of priorities.
Update: Due to popular demand, this is being made into a series!
Part 2
The air’s getting heavy and we both know why
There was a time when an evening like this brought solace to my weary soul.
Azriel’s hand wrapped around my waist, caressing my stomach, pressing soft kisses to the juncture of my neck and shoulder. His hair tickling against my sensitive skin as we hid under blankets absorbing the incessant melody of drip, drop, drip, drop and the echoing pitter patter of rain drops hitting the roof. His warmth seeping right through to the coldest depths of my soul.
I’d turn around, pressing my bare breasts against his muscled chest. Our breath hitching as his sunburst eyes of brown, amber, and gold bore into mine, his soft lips whispering promises of forever.
Say that this storm is just passing through
But Azriel wasn’t here. He hadn’t been for 6 days, 23 hours, and 50 minutes now. It would have been laughable, comparing the past to now, if it weren’t so damned sad. In the beginning there’d been long, doting love notes with risqué quips regarding his intentions upon coming home, little gifts that he couldn’t resist bringing back from his travels, and the stolen hours where he’d sneak in a visit during the intermittent downtime on his missions. As a realist, I knew that it was not sustainable long-term but relished in it as the gift it was. Newly formed, passionate love that exceeded anything I had ever imagined upon finding my cauldron-blessed mate.
As the years went on I understood when the love notes became briefs and the thoughtful gifts became pecks on the cheek as he hurried through the door to exchange his leathers for clean ones, wipe down his weapons, and rest before his next mission. But time went on, as is inevitable, and distant were the memories of stolen moments away from missions, the desperate caress of his hands roaming my body as if he couldn’t quite believe I was fully corporeal before him - needing to touch me to reassure him that this was real. Now the touches were detached, perfunctory, another task on his never-ending to-do list.
Drop after drop we’re destroying this house and eachother.
The boiling point had been simmering for a while, left on the fire with reassurances of “Things are just busy right now”, “It’ll slow down soon”, “I would stay if I could, love. You know I would. I have no choice.”
But we both knew all too well that there was always a choice. There were times when Rhys let it slip that Azriel had volunteered for missions that his other spies were perfectly suited for, times when all I wanted in the world was to be curled up and listening to the rain with my mate.
Missions became tasks with the Valkyries, “chaperoning” Cassian and Nesta, and emotionally supporting the lovely doe-eyed fawn - Elain - who was the delicate cherry blossom of spring opposite of my wild summertime storm.
It wasn’t her fault. The trauma inflicted upon her, the loss of autonomy that came with being thrown into the cauldron and having her mortality stripped away without her say. The powers she never asked for overwhelming her senses. Hell, maybe it wasn’t Azriel’s fault for responding to the traumas of his past and the need to overcompensate for every ounce of blood he’s drawn by saving anything and everything that needed rescuing.
The problem lay with the fact that where Elain is a “seer”, my ability to “sense” when things are amiss was strong and Azriel’s intentions with her were becoming blurred. Feelings of lust had become more frequent down the bond along with flutters of joy and adoration. When it began I thought maybe things would look up in our relationship - he was missing me, fisting his cock to fantasies of taking me over and over when he returned home - but he only became more distant. He’d return more often than not smelling of jasmine and honey. The strength of the scent coating him correlating with the increase in enamored feelings slipping through the bond.
Six days ago when I’d asked him to skip out on training with Cassian and Nesta and whatever it was he and Elain would do - that was when the thunder clapped and the sky opened. “I can’t just stay home and cater to you all the time. I have duties to this court. Why can’t you find a hobby to occupy your time? Nesta reads and trains with the Valkyries, Feyre paints, Elain gardens and she evens bakes! Why can’t you be more like-“
He caught himself too late, immediately reaching out to place a gentle hand on my shoulder and apologize but it was too late for that.
Please, make it stop
It wasn’t that I wasn’t a forgiving or understanding person. i appreciated his dedication to his court and family and those in need but…
“Why can’t I be more like what? You can stop mid-sentence but you already said it all.” I looked down, shaking my head as silver lined my eyes. Gods, I hate that I’m an angry crier. “You want to know why I can’t be more like Elain in your eyes, Azriel? Because I exist in your fucking blind spot! I have been helping Feyre AT the studio, volunteering at a food pantry in Velaris, and teaching self-defense classes to women and children at the park but you wouldn’t know because you never ask me what I’ve been up to while you’re gone.”
He started to speak but I wasn’t finished. “The reason I cannot be more like Elain, or Feyre, or Nesta is because I’m none of them. I am ME. And you know what? I like me. I don’t want to be anybody else.” Trying and failing miserably to hold my head high I pathetically fell to my knees, shuddering as tears of rage flowed freely.
Warmth enveloped me as Azriel knelt down to soothe my quaking form. I let him if only because I didn’t have the composure to tell him otherwise as he began pressing kisses to my forehead. “I’m so sorry. I have been a terrible mate. I love all that you are- I- I’ll stop with Elain. She’s doing much better and Nuala and Cerridwen can keep an eye on her, so can Rhys and Cassian, and her sisters. It will be okay.”
That consolation attempt only drove the blade of bitterness deeper into my heart. Elain had so many in her corner and who did I have anymore? My chronically absent mate? The family I left behind to move to Velaris with Azriel? There was nobody close by.
“I think you should leave.” I sobbed out.
Azriel ignored the shaky command, continuing to hold me. Fuck - is this what it took for him to notice me? Breaking my heart so he could stitch it back up again?
“Azriel.” I stated firmly.
He met my eyes.
“You should leave.”
His look grew puzzled. “I thought you wanted me to stay - to spend time together? Please, Y/N. Let me make this better.”
“I need space. Give me one week.”
“But-“
“One. Week.”
Azriel’s shoulders slumped, head hanging low for several minutes before realizing that my decision was firm.
“I love you.” He said before heading out the door.
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Like clockwork as 7 days, 0 hours, and 1 minute were up, the front door to our home opened and Azriel’s footsteps padded in behind me, my gaze remaining fixated on the rain falling outside the window. A lump formed in my throat as I avoided turning to meet his gaze.
So dance one more dance and tell one more lie.
Azriel stepped around me, wordlessly extending a hand, patiently waiting as I avoided his gaze a moment longer before taking it. His shadows began humming faintly, increasing their melody and reaching a crescendo as Azriel began dancing with me through the room.
Say that you love me even if it’s not true
I let myself melt into the warmth of his chest. The thick air remained heavy upon my soul but I could have this. I could let myself enjoy this moment.
We wordlessly danced through the room in the soft glow of the fae lights.
We made our way through the hall into our shared bed that had become so neglected.
“I love you, Y/N.” he murmured as he laid me down, stripped bare underneath him.
“I love you too, Azriel.”
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Wish I could just say it and words were enough to keep you from being the one giving up.
The middle of the night left me restless as he lay soundly asleep beside me. My senses tugged me toward his bag that he’d discarded at the entryway. I brought out his dirty clothes from the week only to be greeted with the fresh scent of jasmine and honey.
Like the sky letting go for no reason
I packed my essentials and voyaged out into the pouring rain. Its patter on my skin washing away the salty tears streaming down my face. Following my senses to where the love was true back to my Summer Court home, my family. As free as a summer storm.
It's just the rainy season.
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A/n - I know there are plenty of Azriel x Reader and Elain fics out there. It was rainy and dreary here yesterday and this song was in my head for the first time in like 10 years so…. I wrote this.
#sarah j maas#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#azriel#a court of silver flames#a court of frost and starlight#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x reader#azriel x elain#elain archeron#rainy season#inspired by Hunter Hayes#inspired by a song#azriel angst#angst#azriel one shot#acotar oneshot
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#ace attorney#miles edgeworth#kits art#angel wings#fallen angel#after aa1#kit was feeling dramatic#inspired by a song
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Broken Crown
So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down
I'll never wear your broken crown
I can take the road and I can fuck it all away
But in this twilight, our choices seal our fate
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no string version
@angellilou-art
(I edited this post because I wanted to refine the art a bit more <3)
#good omens fanart#my art#crowley good omens#fanart#good omens#Spotify#inspired by a song#inspired by artwork on insta#oh#they are here too!!!
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Song inspiration
This drawing is a bit old… but now I finally got to post it since everything is back to normal. It was inspired by that one song I like a lil bit cuz it’s catchy. But I also can’t see it the same…. That one bob video…..
Anyways here’s the inspiration
#undertale fandom#art#undertale universe#skeleton character#undertale#skeleton oc#sans oc#undertale oc#undertale au oc#song#inspired by a song#black dresses#pink#tenticles
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Lie With You
Park Wonbin x Reader
Word count: 1103
MINORS DNI, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT
Content warnings: Mentions of a past toxic relationship, mentions of previous sexual activity, making out, smoking, drinking, a bit angsty but it gets fluffy at the end I swear. If I missed a content warning let me know!
This one was heavily inspired by Body Temperature by Jann and Lie With You by Ten.
This one is NOT beta read. Fic is under the cut.
You took another drag of a cigarette as you leaned against your local park’s swing set and looked over at him. He caught you looking and smiled, and it made you want to cry. It’s only been a few months, but you could feel yourself falling in love with him more every time you saw him.
You met Wonbin at a nearby café while you were still reeling from a nasty breakup. Your ex had completely broken you down and then when you couldn’t take anymore, he dropped you like a match that had burned down too much. You went to the café to meet a friend, but you didn’t see their text saying that they had cancelled until you got there. Since you were only there to see your friend, you decided to go somewhere more interesting. As you were leaving, you bumped into Wonbin.
You already knew who he was since he had a bit of a reputation in your town of breaking hearts, but you had never met him properly. When he saw you, however, he immediately wanted to connect with you on more than just a physical level. After you both apologized for the minor mishap, he asked you for your name and number. In what you could only describe as a lapse of judgement you gave it to him.
It took about a week for him to text you. When he did, he simply asked if you wanted to go to a club with him. You accepted his invitation and had the time of your life. The two of you danced until you could barely hold yourselves up, and you drank just enough to have fun while still remembering the night.
After that first “date,” you went to the club with Wonbin a few times a month. And each time you went back to his apartment and talked until you fell asleep together. He never made you leave in the morning, but you knew that if you stayed after you woke up you would catch feelings. The problem with that is, you caught feelings anyway.
Wonbin was smart, funny, and he knew how to have fun. There was never a dull moment with him. Plus, he was gorgeous. He had long, luscious hair, big brown eyes that you constantly found yourself getting lost in, and a voice that could both sing you to sleep and make you beg for more whenever he was inside you.
That same voice is what pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?”
“Sorry, I was just thinking about something. What did you say?”
“I asked if you wanted to go back to my place. It is 3 AM, you know, and sleep is important.”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.”
You both put your cigarettes out and got in his car. On the familiar drive back to his apartment, you wondered why the universe had decided that he was the person you needed to fall in love with.
When you got back to his apartment, you both changed into your pajamas, put on some soft music, and just cuddled until you fell asleep. If you were being honest, it gave you hope that he wanted more from you than just some fun. You didn’t let it get to your head, though. Just like the morning after every other date you woke up and immediately started getting ready to leave.
On the walk back to your apartment, you thought about how you felt about Wonbin. You knew you loved him, but you couldn’t get a read on whether he felt the same way. On one hand, he held your hand like he was proud to be by your side whenever the two of you walked somewhere together. On the other hand, he never told you he loved you or introduced you to his friends. He held you while you slept, but in the morning, he never showed any interest in your relationship moving past drunk sex after the club. The mixed signals were driving you crazy. You desperately needed to know if he only wanted to fuck you or if he wanted to love you too.
3 days after you saw him at the park, Wonbin decided to text you because he just couldn’t get you off his mind. He texted you asking to hang out just like he always did, but this time instead of inviting you to the club or the park, he asked you to come directly to his apartment. That’s because he wanted tonight to be different than your usual encounters. It was important to him that you finally knew that he wanted more out of your relationship than just hooking up sometimes.
The walk to his apartment was as exciting for you as it was nerve-wracking. You loved spending time with him, but you were now hesitant to have the conversation that you knew you needed to have. As you approached his door, you decided to wait and see where the night took you.
The second you knocked on his door, Wonbin was pulling you inside and kissing you like he hadn’t seen you in months. You kissed him back with a passion that you didn’t know you had. The butterflies in your stomach that had previously been influenced by fear were now beings of pure excitement as he led you to his bed. You stayed there for what felt like hours, until you pulled away for air and he said the three words you never expected to hear.
“I love you.”
“Don’t say that.”
“But I do.”
“You do? You don’t just wanna fuck me?”
“No, I wanna love you the way you deserve.”
“Then why don’t you act like it?”
“I thought you just wanted a bit of fun.”
“Seriously? Every minute I’ve spent with you I’ve fallen more and more in love with you.”
“Then I guess we should probably talk about some things.”
“I guess we should.”
The two of you spent the rest of the night talking about what you wanted out of the relationship until you were too tired to keep your eyes open. He promised to introduce you to his friends and family. You stayed in bed with him the next morning instead of rushing out the door. Knowing that he needed you the same way you needed him filled you with joy and hope. He finally felt comfortable showing you off now that he knew that you loved him. Neither of you knew if the relationship would last, but both of you were willing to enjoy the ride together for as long as it lasted.
#Spotify#riize x y/n#riize x reader#wonbin x reader#angst with a happy ending#kpop fanfic#riize fanfic#wonbin#inspired by a song#well two actually
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You, one lonely star
Inspired by "Take A Bow" MV by Madonna
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She's more
Title: She's more
Characters: Aaron Hotchner, fem!reader, mentions of Haley and Jack.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader
Warnings: None, just pure tooth rotting fluff, a brief mention of Haley's death.
Summary: Aaron's driving home after dropping his girlfriend off from their date when he has a realization wash over him: he loves her.
Word count: 856
Authors note: I know I said I was going to write this and post it yesterday, but my husband and I had a very necessary date night last night, and I got sidetracked. Here it is, and the song that inspired me was "She's More," By Andy Griggs. I borrow some of the lyrics, but I don't own it. It's such a good song. I heard it and instantly thought of Aaron Hotchner. I have no beta, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. Let me know what you think!!
He's driving home after dropping her off after another date, unable to get her out of her mind. He still can't believe she's with him, still can't believe how lucky he managed to get. It's funny how it happens when you least expect it. He couldn't even say he fell for her at first sight. He was still trying to recover from Haley's death, and she was there.
She hovered on the edge of his awareness, always doing sweet things for him, helping with Jack, but never pushed herself on him. She even encouraged his relationship with Beth, even if now, he realizes, she felt something for him. He'd always had this image of what kind of woman he'd end up with when he started dating again.
He likes blue eyes, but her eyes are brown. But not just brown. No, they remind him of honey, golden soft flecks in between the soft brown that seem to light up when she sees him. She isn't tall, by any stretch. He's over six feet and towers over her small five-foot frame. She's got dark wavy hair that just hits her shoulders, and it's not the long hair he thought this woman would have.
She isn't who he pictured at all, in a paint-by-number fantasy he'd had in his head. Stupid, he realizes now, but she's not at all who he thought he was looking for. She's more. It still catches him by surprise, how his heart gets lost in her deep brown eyes, how it skips a beat when she smiles at him.
The first time he looked twice at her, when he noticed those little things about her, after their first date, like how her laughter filled his soul, how he wanted to just be in her presence, how he wanted to hold her, never letting her leave the safety and comfort of his arms. When it comes to her, he can't ever get enough.
She's more than he ever dreamed of, more than he's ever deserved in his life. He couldn't ever ask for more than her, and as he pulled into his driveway, and parked his car, the realization washed over him. He loves her. He loves her. They hadn't made it that far yet, those declarations of love. But it's there, in how she leaves him notes on his fridge after she stays over, or that time he found one in his go-bag, with the faint scent of her perfume clinging to the paper.
He still has that one, tucked into his wallet, and when he's lonely on a long case, he pulls it out, that and the photo of her Jack she'd snapped one time she was hanging out with him, and their bright smiles staring up at him never fail to cheer him up.
The realization that he loves her, isn't shocking. What is shocking is how not guilty he doesn't feel. He'd always assumed that when he fell in love with another woman, he'd feel this sort of guilt, regardless of his divorce from Haley, he loved her, and when she died, he always thought that to be with someone else and love them would be hurting her, even if she would want him to move on.
He stays seated in his car, pulling his phone out as he calls her. Her soft and gentle voice comes over the phone, and it always makes him smile. He assures her that he's fine that Jack's fine, his heart skipping a beat in his chest as he prepares to tell her. He clears his throat, and tries to smother the sudden rise of nerves he feels.
His voice is soft and low, "I love you." He says, and there is this silence for a brief moment and he can't help the fresh wave of panic that starts to claw at his throat until he hears her whisper, "I love you too, Aaron." And as his heart slows down and his panic subsides, he says it again. "No, I don't think you understand, I love you. I love you more than I thought I could love anyone. I couldn't ask for anything or anyone better in my life. I love you."
He hears her sniffle, can hear the tears in her voice as she murmurs something about him being too good for her, and he chuckles, his laugh deep. "No, sweetheart," He says, and he can see the smile she's wearing even if he's not looking at her. "You're too good for me. I'm the luckiest man in the entire world, just for having the chance to love you every day, and I promise to spend every day finding new ways to tell you that."
He says goodnight to her and promises to see her tomorrow at Jack's soccer game. And as he hangs up and goes inside, he can't ever think of a moment where he's felt happier. He didn't think he'd find love after he got divorced, but he has, and he's going to hold onto it and her with both hands. He's all too aware of what can happen otherwise.
#aaron hotchner 💞#criminal minds#aaron hotchner x fem!reader#sort of a song fic#inspired by a song#aaron hotchner drabble
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You’ll be the saddest part of me
Eddie Munson x gn!reader
TW : Depiction of grief, after Eddie’s death, bittersweet
WC: ≈1.4K
Based on The Loneliest by Måneskin
You have been without news from Eddie for more than a week now. The last time you saw your boyfriend was after the D&D campaign on Friday March 21st. You and Wayne are currently replacing the missing posters that have been tagged on. Probably from the basketball team. Everytime you put a missing poster it ends up with pentacles, devil horns or the word ‘freak’ recovering it. It breaks your heart. You wish people could see Eddie like you do.
You’re worried sick, and since the earthquake happened, you fear the worse. As you and Wayne were going to leave, Dustin, a kid from Eddie’s Hellfire club approaches the both of you.
“Mr Munson?” he asks before saying your name as well.
“That’s me” Wayne answers.
“I have to talk to you about your nephew” he tells him before looking at you “and your boyfriend.”
“My nephew is innocent; I don’t believe we have anything to talk about” Wayne says.
“Wayne…” you tell him while gently putting your hand on his arm. “I know him, he is one of Eddie’s friends. He’s cool”
“I was with him!” Dustin blurts out.
Wayne and you both turn around, shocked.
“I was with him when the earthquake hit” Dustin continues “He was a hero… he sacrificed to protect this town.” Dustin says with tears in his eyes. As Dustin recounts how brave Eddie was you space out, the only thing you’ll remember from this conversation is that Eddie is gone. Your amazing but sometimes stupid boyfriend sacrificed for a town that hated him. You’re lost in thoughts and memories with Eddie when Dustin calls your name. You get out of your daze and look at him, he is holding a piece of paper in his hands.
“Eddie wrote that for you in case…” Dustin can’t bring himself to finish the sentence.
“In case of death” you finish for him. “Why didn’t he come see me… I never believed the bullshit saying he was a murderer!” You say, angry. You don’t know who you’re angry at, but you wanted to see Eddie, you’d give your life to see him one more time.
“To protect you,” Dustin answered, “What caused those death was a greater danger than just a common murderer and he didn’t want you involved.” Dustin answers earnestly.
“Sorry Dustin, but I’m a grown up and I could have made this choice by myself. Anyways, thank you for the letter.” You tell Dustin before leaving him, and Wayne alone.
You go to your car and sit in the driver’s seat before driving to Lover’s Lake. You park your car and walk on wobbly legs, you seat on the lake’s edge, feet close to the water and letter clutched in your hand. You stare at the envelop for a while. On the front, your name is written on it, with Eddie’s handwriting. That’s the last thing you’ll ever have from him. On one hand you want to open this letter, to know what Eddie wanted to tell you, but on the other hand, once you’ll open and read this letter, you’ll never have anything new from Eddie. Once you open this letter, you acknowledge his death.
You raise your head, look at the sky, tears rolling down your cheeks. “I’m not ready to say goodbye.” You say to no one in particular, or maybe to Eddie. You don’t know who you’re talking to. It’s as if earth stopped spinning the minute Dustin told you Eddie was gone. Now that you think about it, you don’t even remember your drive to Lover’s Lake. Everything is a blur. Nothing makes sense anymore. The letter is still clutched in your left hand, the envelope is soaked with your tears. You look at the sky again and start talking again.
“How could you do this to me? How could you leave me all alone? Nothing makes sense without you. We were supposed to leave this town as soon as you graduated. We had plans Eddie… You were supposed to become a Rockstar and I was supposed to become a writer. There are so many things we’ve never got to experience…”
You look at your shaking hands, tears still rolling down your cheeks and you delicately unwrap the letter. Just looking at Eddie’s writing makes you cry even more. Your vision is so blurry that you can’t see the words written yet. You take a long inhale, the letter still in your shaking hands. You take a while to calm down and once you cried so much that you have no tears left, you unfold Eddie’s letter and start reading it.
Sweetheart,
If you read this letter, it means I didn’t make it. I’m sorry my love. I’m so sorry.
Right now, you’re still the oxygen I breathe. I’ll love you until my last breath. I know that for you, tonight’s going to be the loneliest. But never forget that I’m always here, I’ll always be a part of you. I’m in your heart. Those few lines that I wrote are what I want. I don’t want you to be sad when I’ll be gone. I hope you know that I love you so so much. When I’m writing this letter, I don’t know how much time I’ve got left here, I wish I could’ve come to you, I wish I could’ve told you one last goodbye. But it’s too dangerous, and I don’t want you involved in all of that. No matter what, please stay out of trouble. I wish I spent my last moments with you, I really wished we had more time my love… please believe me. There is nobody else I would’ve wanted as my partner, there is no one else here I would’ve want to see one more time except you. If you ever miss me, give my mixtape another go, or read this letter again. People who are important for us, no matter how far they are, we always keep them in our heart. You’ll always be in mine, even after my death so please, remember that I’m still with you, in your heart. Thank you for making me feel better. First you made me feel better as my friend and then as my lover. While writing this letter, I remember all the crazy things we did together, all the things that made Wayne and your dad out of their mind. I remember our first joint, our first kiss, the first time we tried to run away together. I remember our first date, and I’m sorry I couldn’t afford a better date. I remember our sleepovers. I remember the first time I played guitar for you, and I remember the beautiful poem you wrote about me. I remember that you came to all my shows to cheer on me. I’m so grateful that I had you as a partner, you were the best. So, remember that it was worth it. You brought light to my life. You saw past “The Freak” and I’ll always be grateful for that.
I love you, always.
-Eds
Once you finished reading, you’re a crying mess, the letter is soaked with your tears and the ink is smudged all over the paper. You fold the letter, put it back in the envelop and look at the sky again.
“You’ll be the saddest part of me… and the most ironic thing is that you’ll never be mine again. Life took you away from me. I hate it Eds, I hate having to live without you. I feel like I can’t breathe. You can’t ask me not to be sad. Not when I love you the way I do. Tonight, and all those nights without you will be the loneliest too. But if you can hear me Eddie, knows that I’ll always love you. You were the love of my life, and no one can replace you. You deserve a proper funeral, and I’ll do everything in my power so you can have one. We’ll clear your name I promise. I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you in whatever you experienced, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself for not being there when you needed me. And now, nothing can fix that. But I love you Eddie, I’ll always love you.”
"It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all" -Jamie Campbell Bower
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Vanilla Ice Cream
When Lily gets ill, who better but her co-Head Boy to take care of her.
Inspired by the songs "Where's My Shoe" and "Vanilla Ice Cream" from the (in my opinion, underrated) musical She Loves Me.
@jilymicrofics Feb challenge Day 3: Care (yes, I know I'm late) (932 words)
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“Lancelot!” proclaimed a boy with unruly black hair, and the portrait to the Head’s Common Room swung open. The boy did not waste a second to climb through the door and to reach the red-haired (and also red-nosed due to all the sneezing) girl stirring on the sofa, a blanket covering her, with a flask of probably-now cold tea and a huge box of tissues on the table in front of the sofa.
“Oh good, you’re awake” he said “How are you feeling?”
“Bit better, head’s still throbbing a bi-choo!” The boy smiled down at her. He couldn’t believe how adorable she was, even when she was ill; even when her hair went in all directions and was frizzy, even when her nose was as red as said hair, even when despite the red nose, the rest of her skin was almost ghost white and there were dark circles under her eyes; even with all that she was still the most beautiful thing in existence.
He's loved taking care of his very ill friend; he would do it for the rest of their lives if she let him.
The girl looked around to the window outside, and must have noticed the sun was on the verge of setting….
“Oh Merlin! What time is it?!”
“Nearly half past 6. Don’t worry, I’ve brought you up a snack-“
“WHAT! Why didn’t you wake me up before, Ja-choo! I’ve got to go for rounds! I can’t be late for the first Heads-round of the year!” Lily stood up threw off the blanket and started rummaging around the floor, though he swore she swayed a little bit while doing so. “Where’s my shoe?!”
James looked at her bewildered, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “Lily,” he said calmly “Do you honestly think you can go on rounds tonight? You look awful.”
“Of course I ca-choo!”
“You’ve been asleep all afternoon, you’re still in your pyjamas!” Very cute ones he would add too.
“I’m much better now”
“You sure about that?”
“Of course I am! Where have you hidden my shoe?”
“I think you should lie back down Lily-“
“Don’t just stand there, help me find my other shoe!”
“You can barely stand up. You’re still shivering”
“Don’t lie to me James Potter, where’s my shoe?!”
“Evans, you’re hysterical! Sit down!”
“I will not sit down Potter until I have found my God-damn shoe!!”
Right, James thought. That’s it; and before she knew what was happening, James picked her up, almost flinging her onto his right shoulder. Lily struggled wildly against him, kicking ferociously and batting her fists against his back.
“Put me down Potter! RIGHT NOW!!”
“No way Evans. Not until you realise that there is no way you would be well enough to step out of the common room door, let alone go and do your usual rounds all over the school!”
Almost instantly she stopped kicking and almost seemed to sag into his shoulder.
“ACHOO!”
Well that was it then wasn’t it? She knew when to give up. Almost instantly, Lily felt herself being gently dropped from James’ hold back onto the sofa, laying her down. He draped her tartan blanket back over her, and she felt an instant warmth from it. She hadn’t realised just how cold she had been without it draped over her and she left out a huge shiver.
“I’m sorry” she whimpered quietly. “But who’s going to do rounds if not me-choo!”
James laughed. “Don’t you worry about that Flower. Anyway, I’ve got you a present.”
“Have you really? I bet its homework”
“Better than that! I know this is your favourite flavour, so here you are, sorry if it has melted a bit…” And from his robes, James pulled out a tub of vanilla ice cream and a spoon. A little bit of colour returned to her pale face, blushing from her cheeks.
“Where did you get this?”
“Kitchens. One of the House Elves served my parents before we set him free to help Dumbledore here. So I always like to pop down occasionally.”
He handed down the tub of ice cream to Lily, coincidentally brushing her hands. She started looking at the packaging on the ice cream, gingerly turning the tub round and round in her hands.
“When I was little” she said “My mum always used to give me this when I was under the weather. That’s why it’s my favourite” She took the spoon from James hand and took a small scoop of the now very soft ice cream. It was delicious.
“Thank you James”
He beamed down at her.
“Now, you get plenty of rest and eat, you’ll feel better. Oh, and don’t worry about a thing, I’ll take care of everything” He bent down and gave the top of her head a light kiss. “And you’re welcome.” He got up, dusted down his robes turned around but paused.
“James are you ok?”
“Under the weather?”
“What do you mean?”
“What does ‘under the weather’ mean?”
Lily laughed. “It’s just a Muggle saying. Sorry, I shouldn’t blurt them out like that, I forgot you don’t always understa-choo!”
James sent one last smile her way before heading out of the portrait door hole.
Lily reached out for the ice cream again and started eating, and with each mouthful of sweet vanilla, she felt a little better, she could feel it; though by the time she got to sleep, there was something that still bugged her – she still couldn’t work out why her head was tingling just as much as her tongue….. She was simply stunned!
#jily microfic#jily microfics#could be canon compliant#head boy and girl jily#7th year jily#jily#marauders#lily evans#james potter#hogwarts#song fic#inspired by a song#she loves me#musical theatre#wheres my shoe#vanilla ice crea
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Fuck, Katsuki thinks. That shit is dangerous. It should be illegal to be that fucking cute. His obsession with Deku’s dimples is starting to get out of hand.
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Songfic for Dimple (Illegal) by BTS!
#bkdk#bakudeku#my hero academia#mha#boku no hero academia#bnha fanfiction#inspired by BTS#inspired by a song#look dimple is just too good to not make a songfic#rads writes#figured i might as well start cross posting my stuff now that i have a tumblr
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Slipping Through My Fingers
Happy Mother’s Day! In honor of all of the amazing moms out there, I’m posting a fic with Natasha, who we all know would’ve been a great mom if she was given the chance! Love you, moms!
Warnings: all Russian words are from google translate, mentions of parties, slight cursing, sneaking out, mentions of robot attacks, hospitalization, mentioned car accidents, adopted reader (not said but implied cause of everything that happened to Nat), mentions of fighting, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x daughter reader
*not my gif*
Summary: Growing up is hard, especially when seen through the mothers prospective
A/N: I think this might have been my favorite thing that I’ve written so far- it was so much fun to make
Inspired by: Slipping Through My Fingers by the mamma mia cast
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
School bag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
“Mama! Mama!” Five year old you chanted as you ran around the SHIELD safe house that you and your adopted mother were currently living in.
Natasha walked out of the kitchen with a smile, bending down to your height, “What is it, Младенец?”
(Baby)
You looked up at her with a wide grin, “I’m going to school today!”
The older woman chuckled before scooping you up into her arms and walking back to the kitchen, “I know, Маленький человек, I’m the one who signed you up.”
(Little one)
Your mouth dropped into an ‘oh’ shape as you looked up at her with wide eyes, “You’re amazing!”
She smiled softly, booping your nose, “No, Младенец, that’s you.”
(Baby)
Natasha gently put you down on the counter and went to the fridge to grab your lunch box that had flowers printed on it, “Here you go. This is for your lunch.”
You nodded excitedly, quickly grabbing it from your mothers hands and hopped off the counter, “I’m going to get my backpack!” You called, running and exiting the room.
She chuckled again, watching her five year old leave with an adoring smile.
Waving goodbye with an absent minded smile
“Y/n!” Natasha called up the stairs, “He’s here!”
The sound of your tiny feet thudding on the ground and practically hurtling down the stairs were heard, causing the two people in the living room to chuckle.
“Uncle Steve!” You squealed, barreling yourself at the blond super soldier and hugging him.
He laughed lightly, not even a little phased by the force of the seven year old and quickly hugged you back, “Hey there.”
Nat smiled at the scene in front of her before clearing her throat slightly, “Okay, Малыш, it’s time for me to go.”
(Kiddo)
You gave her a small smile and wave, already diving into a conversation with your uncle about your most recent piece of art that you brought home, a small house with the sun in a corner.
The red headed lady smiled again before carefully and quietly slipping out of the door to go to work.
I watch her go with a surge of that well known sadness
“Are you sure you have everything?” Your mother asked you for the thousandth time.
“Да, мама, да.” You said with a slightly annoyed sigh.
(Yes, mom, yes)
She huffed slightly, “I’m just making sure.”
You sighed again, “I know, mama, I’m sorry.” You pulled her into an unexpected, but not unwelcomed, hug.
She hugged you back tightly, holding you until you loosened your grip slightly, letting her know that you were going to let go.
She held you at arms length and looked you in the eyes, “You remember what I taught you?”
You groaned, pushing her hands off your shoulders lightly, “Mom, I’m not going to need to fight anybody.”
Natasha put her hands up in surrender, “I'm just saying, you never know.” But the thought made her extremely nervous and feel sick to her stomach.
Now you looked her straight in the eye, “Mom, I'm going on an overnight school field trip with other thirteen year olds. It’s not like going to hang out with Uncle Tony for the weekend and get attacked by robots again.”
That was the main reason you weren’t allowed to be left alone with one of your uncles anymore.
She rolled her eyes childishly and crossed her arms with the same amount of energy, “I know that.”
You sighed yet again, bringing her back into a hug, “I’ll be back soon, mama.”
Natasha suddenly got a sense of deja vu, because she used to say the exact same thing to you whenever she would go on missions when you were younger.
With that, you turned on your heel and met up with your friends, climbing onto the bus that would bring you to your field trip destination.
The older woman felt a pang of sadness as she watched you walk away, back facing her.
And I have to sit down for a while
Natasha sat on a chair in a white room with her head in her hands, painfully aware of the colorless atmosphere.
The steady beeping coming from the machine next to her was the only thing keeping her sane in that moment, it was the only thing letting her know that you were still alive.
You were only fourteen, this shouldn’t be happening to you. You should be out at the mall with your friends right now, spending more money than your mother told you to and eating way too much junk food.
You should not be in a hospital bed, barely hanging onto life.
“Mama?”
Natasha had lost track of how long she had been there, two-three- six-days?
However long it was, she hadn’t gotten a single wink of sleep in that full time.
Your voice was hoarse and scratchy from the lack of use.
Her head snapped up and she was immediately by your side, kissing your face and bringing you into a gentle hug, “О, дорогая,” She rushed once she pulled away, “I’m so sorry.”
(Oh, honey)
“Why?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
A single tear ran down her face, “I should never have let you get into that car. I should’ve known that someone would hit you-“
“Mama.” You cut her off as sternly as you could in your current state, “You could never have known. It’s not your fault.”
And with that, you fell back asleep and Natasha collapsed back into her chair.
The feeling that I’m losing her forever
Natasha let out another frustrated breath, checking her phone for what felt like the thousandth time in the last two minutes.
She had been about to go to bed and decided to go check on you like she would every once and a while.
When she had gotten into your room though, you were nowhere to be seen, and your window that was always locked, was unlocked, indicating that you had snuck out and left it open so you could hopefully climb back inside soundlessly.
After leaving at least one hundred voice mails and even more text messages, she was finally getting to the point where she was about to call the team, but then you climbed right back through your window just as the thought was crossing her mind.
Your eyes widened seeing your mother pacing your room, clearly not having been expecting her to be there.
You had turned your phone off, so you hadn’t seen or gotten any of her many, many messages.
You had snuck out a few times already, every fifteen year old does it, and each time you got in and out without her noticing.
You watched as she stopped pacing as soon as her eyes landed on you, and tried to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.
“Where the hell have you been?” She seethed, marching up to you with the most deadly look you had ever seen her wear.
You rolled your eyes, “Out.”
You brushed right past her, ignoring the appalled look on her face.
“Out?” She hissed, “I have tried to contact you a thousand times, and all you have to say is, ‘out’?”
You shrugged, beginning to discard of your shoes, “Yeah, I guess.”
Your mother shook her head in disbelief, “Well you better have been saving an old lady’s cat from a tree because ‘out’ is not going to cut it.”
“What is the big deal?” You exploded, twisting around to face her, “Everybody does it!”
“I don’t care what everybody does!” She screamed back, “I only care what you do!”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Whatever.” And then sulked out of the room, slamming your door behind you.
Natasha continued to stare at the spot you had just been seconds.
Where had she gone wrong?
And without really entering her world
Your mother reached up her hand and gently knocked on your door, waiting a couple of seconds before entering when she heard no shout of protest.
Her eyes landed on you, hunched over your desk, doing what she could only assume to be homework.
“Hey, Милая.” She greeted, after a moment's hesitation.
(Sweetie)
She watched as you scowled, not looking up as you continued to write on your paper, and sighed.
“Listen, n/n, maybe we should talk.” The redhead tried, leaning against the doorframe.
You slammed your hands on your desk, whipping around in your chair to glare harshly at her, “About what? The fact that you grounded me for sneaking out? For wanting to actually have fun with my life? Do you even blame me?”
Natasha stayed silent through your little rant, lips pursed together tightly, “I just didn’t know where you were. If you had just asked me-“
You cut her off, standing up abruptly, “You would have what? Actually let me go?” You scoffed, “We both know that you would never have let me go to that party.” When she didn’t respond you rolled your eyes and let out a humorless laugh, “Typical.”
And with that, you stormed out of your room just as you had done two days prior.
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
“Oh, come on.” Natasha groaned, handing over her nine of diamonds.
You grinned, accepting the card, “Why does it always seem like I win at this game?” You paused for a moment, pretending to think, before smiling again, “Oh, yeah! It’s because I always do!”
Your mother rolled her eyes and playfully mumbled, “Потому что ты маленький мошенник.”
(Because you’re a little cheater)
You fake gasped, placing a hand over your chest, “How dare you accuse your own daughter of cheating! I would never!”
“You used to cheat all the time!” Your mother insisted in amusement.
“Yeah well, I’m a mature sixteen year old.” You struck a silly pose, “Besides, I think I hear some jealousy in your voice.” You teased.
“Oh please,” she put her cards face found and leaned back, crossing her arms, “As if I’m jealous of my daughter cheating at a silly children’s game such as go fish.”
“Jealousy.” You said in a sing-song voice, laughing as you dodged the pillow your mother had thrown at you.
And pretty soon, the sound of your laughter was met with your mothers own as well.
That funny little girl
“Mama!” You called from the kitchen.
“Hmm?” She hummed back from the living room.
You giggled a little, trying to silence your laughter, “Come here!”
“Why?” She asked in slight suspicion.
“Please!” You begged like someone who was most definitely not sixteen.
She huffed, rolling her eyes slightly and making her way to the room that you were in.
“What is it-“ She cut herself off and came to a sudden halt when she caught a look at the sight in front of her.
You were up on the counter, doing a split handstand and a stack of pancakes stacked on each of your feet.
Your giggles finally slipped out and you tried not to let them throw you off balance.
Natasha gaped at you for a moment, “What are you- how did- huh?”
“I’m doing a pancake handstand!” You said between laughs as your mother continued looking at you in a mixture of expressions.
Slipping through my fingers all the time
“Okay,” you announced, entering the room with arms full of all sorts of stuff, “I have the treasure.”
Natasha looked up at you in amusement, “I told you, I’m fine.”
You shook your head stubbornly, “You are most certainly not fine! You broke your arm, mom.”
“I’ve broken it before, it’s okay.” She insisted, gesturing to her unnecessary- in her mind- sling.
You shushed her, “Just let it happen.”
You quickly plopped down next to her on the couch, handing her pillows and blankets, as well as all sorts of junk food.
Using the remote, you quickly flipped to the show that the two of you had begun watching together a couple weeks ago and pressed play.
After a couple of episodes, you were resting your head against your mothers uninjured arm with your eyelids drooping.
She looked down at you with soft features, kissing the crown of your head, “Thank you for this, sweetie.”
You hummed in return, before falling into a peaceful slumber.
I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it
“-and then she told me that she actually didn’t buy it at all!” You finished dramatically.
Natasha gasped, “She didn’t?”
You shook your head and Natasha breathed out in disbelief at the drama her daughter had just provided to her about what’s going on in the seventeen year olds school right now.
You both took a sip of your coffees as you looked around the small cafe that the two of you were sitting in.
It had been a half day for you and Natasha wasn’t away on a mission at the moment so she could be there with you and decided that the two of you would have a mother-daughter afternoon together.
“Come here.” She said, quickly reaching and taking her phone out, wrapping her arm around you and bringing you closer to her as she snapped a selfie of the two of you, both with huge, genuine grins upon your faces.
“Oh! Guess what else!” You immediately dove right back in to talk about who lied to who and all Natasha could do was look at you with a smile.
She wished she could freeze this moment in time forever.
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Your eyes were dropping with your head resting in your hand.
Your head rocked up and down, and back and forth, gently until your hand finally gave away and your head smacked right onto your kitchen table.
Natasha came sprinting into the room at the sudden loud sound, ready to fight off anyone who dared come near you, only to find you groaning and holding your nose.
She chuckled a little, “Still tired from studying all last night?” You nodded, groaning again. “Come on, honey.”
She walked over to you and gently grabbed your arm and began to lead you up the stairs, allowing you to lean on her for support.
Walking into your room, she quickly flicked on the lights and allowed you to lay down on your bed, tucking the covers around you as your eyes were already closed.
Just before she was going to walk out of the room, you mumbled, “Я люблю тебя, мама.”
(I love you, mama)
“I love you too, baby girl.”
And with that, she flicked off the lights and quietly exited your room.
Do I really see what’s in her mind, each time I think I’m close to knowing
“Why do you do this to me?” Natasha asked with a groan.
You shrugged, sporting a large grin on your face, “I thought you liked surprises.”
She glared at you, “You know that I don’t.”
You pretended to stop and think, “Really? After the thousands of times that you told me, I thought you were joking.”
She rolled her eyes, “Haha, very funny.”
The grin never left your face, “I think so.”
“Come on.” The older woman whined childishly, “Where are we going?”
Finally fed up with your mothers pestering, you let out a huff of annoyance and rolled your eyes, “You’ll see when we get there.”
Now that you were finally able to drive, you had wanted one of the first things that you did was take your mother to a surprise location, but of course you didn’t take into account, or just didn’t care, that the ex assassin did not like surprises.
Finally, you pulled into your destination, your grin magically reappearing as your mother looked the unknown area around in confusion, “What is this?” She turned to you, “Are you going to kill me now?” She asked, only half joking.
You shrugged, getting out of the car and beginning to walk away before you disappeared around a corner.
Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and quickly got out and jogged after you.
As soon as she rounded the corner, a chorus of voices yelled out, “Surprise!”
The woman jumped, getting into a fighting stance quickly before scanning her surroundings and realized that it was her team and daughter standing in a park next to ‘Happy Birthday’ balloons and a table with cake.
Natasha’s mouth dropped open in shock as you quickly rushed over and gave her a huge hug once her hands released their tight fists, “С днем рождения, мама.”
(Happy birthday, mama)
“Wh-how did-“ Nat stuttered, she didn’t think that anyone had remembered her birthday because she hated making a big deal out of it.
“Y/n organized all of this.” Bruce answered her unasked question.
She looked down at you in surprise, “You did?”
You nodded a little, looking up at her with a grin and she kissed the top of your head.
“Thank you, Мед.” She said softly so only you could hear.
(Honey)
“Okay,” Tony interrupted your moment, rubbing his hands together, “Cut the chit chat and let’s eat cake.”
Everyone laughed.
She keeps on growing
With a deep breath, Natasha stepped out of the car, following what you had done just seconds ago, and joined you on the sidewalk.
She watched as you looked over at all of the people and buildings with fear in your eyes.
“Hey,” She said in a soft voice, nudging you gently, “You finally made it.”
You looked over at her with tears in your eyes, “О, мама.” You sobbed, leaping into your mothers arms.
(Oh mama)
She shushed you softly, stroking your hair like she did when you were little, “It’s okay, you’re okay.” Though it seemed like she was trying to convince you of that, she was really just trying to convince herself of it.
“I-I can’t-“
“Yes,” She cut off your self doubt, “Ты можешь это сделать. I have so much faith in you, Малыш один.”
(You can do this) (Little one)
“But it’s college, I’m- I’m not ready for college!” You exclaimed, still holding your mother tightly.
She pulled away holding you at arms length with a small, ready smile on her face, “Yes, yes you are. You are ready for this.”
You hiccuped, “How do you know?”
“Because I know you.” She shook your arms a little, “And I know how amazing you are and how you can do anything that you set your mind to.”
You pulled away, smiling slightly, “Спасибо, мама.”
(Thank you, mom)
She barely managed a nod as she watched you pick up your bags and take a deep breath, sparing one more long glance at your mother, before walking away.
She watched you go with tears in her eyes.
Slipping through my fingers all the time
#platonic#platonic imagine#x reader#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x teen!reader#Natasha Romanoff x child reader#Natasha Romanoff x reader platonic#marvel#mcu#mcu x reader#song imagine#song inspired#inspired by a song#slipping through my fingers#mamma mia#natasha romanoff x daughter!reader#marvel fic#avengers x platonic reader#avengers x reader
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Bad Idea, Right? - Part 3
Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter
What happened after Eris and reader were caught fooling around at the House of Wind?
Part 1 (Drabble) Part 2 Part 4
Warnings: sexual content, language, alcohol
One would have thought we were in the Winter Court, or perhaps an iced over Hel by the chill that took over the balcony.
My father’s mask of icy rage appeared less as a mask and more as a permanent fixation plastered on at the sight of Eris standing so closely to me. Uncle Rhys stared vacantly, with a slight hint of indifference masking his own face. Surely he was communicating with someone. Aunt Feyre? My father? Who knows.
It was my mother who let out a gasp, placing a hand over her chest. Her face glazed over as she spoke out to nobody in particular.
“The burning flame drives away the wild shadow.”
Whatever the hel THAT meant.
Well, whatever the hel it did mean clearly upset my mother as her eyes lined with silver, looking between Eris and I.
My father clenched his fists, beginning to launch forward in a stance promising violence against Eris.
Before I could scream at him to stop, Rhys shot out his power, instantly placating my father. Once again eliciting a gasp from my mother.
Eris stood still. A smirk plastered on his face. Whether that be his own mask or true amusement at the chaos unfolding around - I didn’t know. While my more sensible side should have taken over, heat warmed my insides at the sight of that amused gleam in his eyes, the tilted corner of his mouth. So fucking hot.
Between the chaos of Rhys trying to settle my father, my gawking at Eris in all his - well, just HIM in general - nobody noticed the palpable rage emanating from Lucien. While my mother chose my father over him, and Lucien and Vassa were living in marital bliss, the bond between mother and Luc was merely rejected and not broken. They had deemed it too much of a risk to face the effects of a broken bond and were able to become friends over the years. Clearly, Lucien was feeling whatever my mother had inadvertently cast through their barely in tact bond - as the mating instinct kicked in.
One moment, Lucien stood with a muscle ticking in his jaw, the next he’d winnowed in front of Eris in a whirl of fists, and feet, and flame.
Nobody dared intervene in the battle between a High Lord and another High Lord’s heir - a fight that certainly would have ramifications if it weren’t for the fact that the two were brothers who did care for eachother in their own messed up way.
My father stood, arms crossed, expression clouded with rage - though a slight gleam of satisfaction shone in his eyes at the sight of Eris getting his ass kicked - but mostly, it was icy rage showing there. He should be the one dueling it out with the male who triggered my mother’s upset, fucked his daughter, and that he just all around couldn’t stand anyway. If it wasn’t for Uncle Rhys ordering him otherwise, he would be joining in against Eris.
Fortunately, Eris was holding his own as he and Lucien landed blows to eachother at the same time. Eris wouldn’t have stood a chance against both my father and Lucien.
Lucien could be heard over the tangle shouting “You fucked my mate’s daughter!?”
Eris only chuckled as he continued pummeling his brother.
At that, Vassa who had stepped onto the balcony soon after Lucien had winnowed in, rolled her eyes mumbling something about needing another drink before walking over to Elain and extending an arm. Father, of course, was too busy glaring at the brawl before him - his shadows hissing with rage - to notice as the females exited the balcony together.
The two males began throwing sloppier hits, breathing heavier, flames simmering as they wore themselves down. It was Helion who finally burst onto the balcony using a powerful voice, the commanding voice of a High Lord, “Enough! Both of you!” sending a flare of power he cleaved the two apart, surrounding each with a shield that they couldn’t break out of.
Eris crossed his arms, taking a casual stance that oozed arrogance.
Lucien stood straight, eyes shooting daggers at his brother.
Helion approached me saying, “Come Y/N, you’ve seen enough of this idiocy.” and escorted me from the balcony. Leaving only my father, Rhys, Lucien, and Eris remaining. Helion turned back toward the males before stepping inside stating “the wards stay up until everyone can settle.”
I looked back to Eris with a wink. He only smirked back with feline amusement. He clearly had no regrets - and honestly, I couldn’t find it in myself to regret anything either.
Helion escorted me to one of the open bars, signaled for two shots of amber liquor. The barkeep worked remarkably quick as two glasses appeared before either of us could utter a word. Helion raised a glass to mine with a “Cheers to an evening well spent in the Night Court - never a dull affair.” I smirked before throwing the shot back.
“Thank you for separating those two.” I remarked. Helion only grinned. “Somebody had to - otherwise they would have been at it all night. Lucien eventually would have won though.” He winked. “He has my stamina.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Helion was always kind to me, with a sense of humor that aligned with my own. He made countless odious court functions far more tolerable with his wit and overall charisma. I couldn’t blame the males and females that fought tooth and nail for a night in his bed. Hell, if he didn’t feel like an honorary Uncle figure to me, I would gladly take any opportunity for a roll in the sheets with the gorgeous male.
Helion raised an eyebrow, casting his gaze behind me as Nyx quickly approached us. Most would see him as collected and unbothered, wearing the same mask as his father, but I could recognize the frantic look in his eye.
“Helion.” He greeted with a charming smile and a nod of the head. “Excuse me while I steal away my lovely cousin for a moment.”
I extended my hand toward Helion who placed a kiss to it. “Try to stay out of trouble, lady. Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”
I laughed, knowing damn well there was nothing he wouldn’t do. “Bye, Helion.”
Nyx looped his arm through mine stating, “You’ve got about two minutes before your father is in here looking for you. Dad sent me a warning that Azriel is on his way back from the balcony and he is pissed.”
“Shocking” I sighed. My heart racing just a bit though as this was absolutely NOT the conversation I wanted to have with my father right now. For fucks sake, I am an adult after all. I can sleep with whomever I want so long as there is mutual consent.
“Come on.” Nyx smirked nodding his head toward the exit, “Let’s get out of here.”
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It was 30 minutes later that Nyx, myself, and Adish found ourselves at our favorite bar(that our parents didn’t frequent). Rita’s was great, truly, the owners kept up with the times, making it appealing to younger and older fae alike. However, we had no intentions of going there and risking any of the Inner Circle showing up tonight. So, our favorite hole-in-the-wall joint it was.
Nyx threw back the shot before him, the colorful lights of the bar reflecting off his raven black hair - his wings involuntarily tucking in tight as the Cinnamon Whiskey I’d ordered us hit the back of his throat.
Adish simply laughed. “One of the most powerful fae in Prythian’s history and you can’t keep a straight face with a simple shot of whiskey. Get it together, Nyxie.”
“Come on, now.” I cut in. “You’re at an unfair advantage here considering you could throw back a literal flaming shot without wincing. We can’t all be so lucky as to have fire burning within us.”
Of course Adish couldn’t help himself as a wink and Helion’s sense of humor jumped out, “I could fix that.”
I rolled my eyes “Thanks for the generous offer, Adish. But, I’ve got your Uncle to help scratch that particular itch.”
“Good gods.” Nyx muttered. “I need more alcohol.” Adish nodded in agreement. We chatted and drank for an hour before two gorgeous forest nymphs strode by looking the two males before me up and down with lust in their bright green eyes, their long legs barely covered by their mini skirts. Nyx and Adish turned to watch them, eyes trailing the females all the way to the dance floor before returning their gazes back to me.
“You two are insufferable.” I mused. “Go. Have fun.”
They thought on it for all of a second before hurrying out of their seats. “Oh, Nyx, if anyone asks, I stayed at your apartment tonight…. And all day tomorrow.”
Before Nyx could protest, I added, “Best get going before the males flirting with your nymphs take them home - and you two leave with nothing but your hands company.”
Without further hesitation, Nyx and Adish were off to the dance floor - and I was off to the Autumn Court.
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Winnowing in to the Autumn Court’s keep - I removed the hood from my cloak, discreetly revealing my face to the guard of a rear entrance into the residential quarters. The guard opened the door with a grunt allowing me to stride through the quiet corridors toward Eris’ chamber.
I didn’t bother knocking on his door - there was no way he had time to make it back here and find himself evening companionship in such a short period of time. Even if he did, I’m sure we could all have a good time.
The smell of crackling fire and roasting chestnuts greeted me granting a minor relief as the scent was fresh. Well, he made it back alive then - at least there’s that. Not that I was actually concerned for his safety. I knew he’d make it back just fine and preferably with all of my favorite parts in tact.
I sauntered to a drawer where my favorite lace underthings were stored. Nothing quite suited the mood I was in tonight - so I decided against anything in the drawer and summoned my shadows.
Was this what my shadows were intended to be used for? Absolutely not - but they had no objections when it came to Eris. They were rather fond of him - much to my chagrin. Stripping out of my clothes, my shadows whispered over my naked form, trailing over to cover just the places I willed them. A shadow barely covering my full breasts, darkened but with just a tempting hint of transparency, allowing the outline of my nipples to show through.
One shadow thinly settled over my waist, while its tendrils drifted downward to my thighs, circling around them tightly as garters would. My most bold shadow covered the front of my pussy, leaving an opening right over its already dripping center, and coming back together at my ass, a shadowy imitation of a crotchless thong.
This was my - well, their - best work yet. I heard Eris stepping out of the tub in his bathing chamber as I spread myself on his bed - his own personal feast to devour.
Heat pooled in my core like burning flames as my pulse thrummed with anticipation.
“Well” his low voice growled, stepping into the room, “my little minx came out to play.”
Eris tsk’ed, strutting to the edge of the bed with confident ease. He looked like a damned deity with only a towel slung low around his waist, his abdominal muscles trailing into an enticing “v” that narrowed down into his towel teasingly close to exactly what I wanted to see, to lick, to taste to my heart’s content. My mouth watered at the sight of him.
Not letting him catch a glimpse of how badly I needed him I cooed, “Aww, Eris, did you miss me?”
Without replying, he grabbed my ankles yanking me to the edge of the bed, a squeal escaping my lips that I wasn’t particularly proud of.
“You left me in quite the compromising position back there, little one.”
I wrapped my legs around his torso, tugging him closer to the edge of the bed - leaving just enough of a gap between the apex of my thighs and his body that he could see my exposed sex. “It seemed to me that you were more than capable of handling yourself, High Lord.”
“Fuck,” he growled, as he leaned down, wrapping his muscled arms around me and hauling me up against him in one fell swoop. Chills spread through me as his teeth tugged at my earlobe. His voice turning dangerously low, “Do they know where you are tonight?”
“Is this what you want right now, Eris? To talk about my family?” He turned, making long strides toward the nearest wall, effectively pinning me in place. One hand raised to wrap around my neck, constricting only on the sides - slowing the circulation beneath just enough to lighten my head in the most pleasurable of ways.
“What I want, is a direct answer Y/N.” Squeezing his fingers just a bit tighter for emphasis. “Do they know where you are?”
“They think I’m staying at Nyx’s place tonight.”
Eris smirked, smugly replying, “Good. I’d hate for your father to burst in here while you’re screaming ‘Daddy.’”
I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped my lips at the threat in his words. He was NOT going to go easy on me tonight.
Good.
Releasing the grip on my neck, Eris reached between us, loosening the towel around his waist and letting gravity do the rest. Looking down, my mouth watered at the sight of his very evident arousal.
The look in his eyes turned predatory as my shadows gently vibrated in anticipation of what was to come.
“Sweet girl, I love when you take control, but tonight - you are mine to fuck however I please.”
A desperate, pleading little moan fell from my lips at the danger in his tone.
Eris raised an eyebrow in response, “Eager to be disciplined, little one?”
I locked my eyes with his, my bottom lip pulled between my teeth to the point of pain as I nodded.
A chuckle bordering villainous escaped him - “Words, darling. Use your words.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very well. Let’s begin.”
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Eris (earlier that night)
The balcony had emptied out save for Eris, Rhysand, and Azriel. The latter shaking with violent rage.
Eris could remember years ago when Azriel had given him a small taste of the power he could exude should he be provoked. Looking at the rage on his face now, he knew that the anger Azriel felt then was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. Eris almost felt guilty - almost.
Fortunately, should the Shadowsinger pounce, Eris could hold his own given the power bestowed upon him when taking the Autumn Court’s throne.
It was likely Rhyand’s earlier command and the fact that Eris was now a High Lord himself that kept the Shadowsinger from attacking.
Keeping his arrogant facade in place, Eris cleared his throat. “Call off your dog, Rhysand. Let’s talk this out High Lord to High Lord.”
Azriel’s cold voice cut in before his High Lord could respond - “You’ll be praying for a dog to rip you apart by the time I’m through with you.”
Rhysand held up a hand. “Enough Azriel, you can take your wrath out on Eris at a later time.” Amusement shown in the Night Court High Lord’s eyes. “I, for one, would like to hear what Eris has to say about this particular situation.”
Eris looked to Azriel and back to Rhysand, “I would like to speak to you in private.”
The ground shook with the flare of Azriel’s rage from the implied exclusion but Rhysand considered the request. Shrugging off the spymaster’s look that all but screamed don’t you fucking dare - he motioned toward the entryway. “Come then, let’s speak in my office.”
Rhysand escorted Eris to an office space within the House of Wind, tucked at the end of a quiet corridor, far from the earshot of any attendees. A flicker of motion in a dark corner not lit by firelight caught his attention. “I’ve known you for centuries now Rhysand, you think I don’t see the shadow listening to us in the corner?”
The High Lord dramatically rested a hand over his heart in mock offense. “What is it with all of this ‘Rhysand’ business? You wound me, Eris.”
Eris smirked with amusement. “If you see me as a friend worthy of speaking on such a casual basis - you will dismiss the shadow.”
Clearly communicating with the Shadowsinger, Rhysand’s expression glazed over for a moment and the shadow exited the room. Rhys then threw up wards around the space.
“Now, what is so pressing that my Spymaster couldn’t be involved in this conversation?”
“Despite the fact that I am fucking his daughter and would prefer to keep the details of the arrangement between her and I?”
A wave of darkness rolled off the High Lord at the crude mention of his niece. “Careful, Eris.”
A lazy grin crossed the Autumn Court High Lord’s face. “Care to make a bargain?”
Twenty minutes and a bargain tattoo later, Eris and Rhys exited the study together.
“Remember,” Eris said. “NOBODY finds out the details of our discussion. If the Shadowsinger or his daughter are made aware, I have every right to retaliate accordingly.”
Rhys simply picked at an invisible speck of dust on his tailored jacket, a casual irreverence masking his features. “Good luck, Eris. You’re going to need it.”
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Stay tuned for Part 4!
A/n: I know you all have patiently waited for this and I want to thank you for your patience! January was an insane month (in good ways!) and it caused a delay for me. I hope you all like enjoy this new part. I will be adding at least one more part to the series.
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#acotar#sarah j maas#a court of thorns and roses#azriel#a court of silver flames#a court of frost and starlight#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#azriel shadowsinger#eris x reader#eris smut#nyx archeron#elain archeron#queen vassa#lucien vanserra#rhysand#bad idea right#inspired by Olivia Rodrigo#inspired by a song#azriel daughter#Elain archeron daughter#elain x azriel#eris x oc#acotar fanfiction#started at a Drabble now we’re here
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30 November 2023
Metamorphosis
Beep boop it's more uni work!! Fun fact for my Vocaloid fans out there, I may or may not have been a little inspired by Karakuri Pierrot ... 👀
I had a lot of fun with this so I hope you like it as much as I do, whoever you are ^-^
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#artists on tumblr#art#illustration#illustration student#photoshop#experimental#experimental art#black and white#monochromatic#inspired by a song#inspired by a vocaloid song#karakuri pierrot#40mp#hatsune miku#pigmentpanda#pigmentpanda arts#2023
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Needed to scream about this before bed—
So I was listening to Slave to the Factory Line (a Poppy Playtime Song) by DAGames and the main line that kept sticking out to my squirrel brain atm was this:
“We’re gonna break your heart, once you’ve noticed what we’ve killed on the inside.”
And that made me think, what if I wrote a angst story about MarAce in which Marco is the sole toy left alone in the abandoned factory, but when Ace stumbles in after being dared by some friends, Marco just doesn’t let him leave, even after Ace discovers the truth Marco tried to hide about himself????
Or something along those line lol.
Will probably come back to this xD
#Mika needs to stop#Mika needs sleep#but also MarAce AU’s got a chokehold on me— xD#writer thoughts#writer things#ao3 writer#writerscommunity#one piece#writerscorner#head empty rambling#ace one piece#fanfic writer#marco one piece#poppy playtime#writing inspiration#inspired by a song#dagames#slave to the factory line
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bound by death
for my map
#brokenstar#brokentail#deathberry#deathberries#bright colors#inspired by a song#map#warrior cats map#warrior cats#warriors#cat#blood tw#blood#death#body horror
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Devils Roll The Dice, Angels Roll Their Eyes
Song: Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift
Requested by @dinonuggiesforliferz
Fandom: Daredevil
Ship: Matt Murdock x Reader
On AO3 this is multichapter so here is the link to read it in that format:
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June 6th, 4:59 pm
Hell’s Kitchen in the summer is a sweltering box of heat and the small office of Nelson and Murdock has no air conditioning.
You sit at the folding table you call a desk, sweating your ass off and trying to do paperwork. You glance over at the clock and see it is finally 5:00.
Matt exits his office first, noticing you immediately packing up your purse and putting your heels back on.
“Eager to leave, are you?” His voice startled you at first, but you eased up and chuckled once you realized who spoke.
“Very eager.” You playfully reply as you sling your purse on your shoulder.
“Sorry we’re not the best company.” Matt chuckles. His tie is loose and his suit jacket has vanished due to the heat. His white button down sleeves are rolled up to his elbow and he has a few drops of sweat on his forehead.
“Trust me Matt Murdock, you are plenty company. But, I have my last essay of the year due tomorrow and my professor will KILL ME if I don’t turn it in on time.”
“3rd year at law school- definitely do not miss that” Foggy emerges from his office drenched in sweat with two ice packs taped to his face. You giggle and explain how Foggy looks to Matt who chuckles accordingly.
“You’re just jealous cause y’all are hotter than Jason Momoa’s biceps!”
“Awww you think I’m hot” you tease, nearing the door slowly.
“Anyone would.” You stop only for a second when you hear Matt utter so low it’s almost a whisper.
“Welp! I’m hitting the road. Bye losers!” You wave goodbye whilst walking through the door.
“Bye!” Foggy yells behind you
“Later, Fordham.” You hear Matt call after. He gave you this “affectionate” nickname after finding out what Law school you go to. You haven’t heard him say your real name since then.
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June 7th, 12:03 am
You’re sitting on your bed, laptop open, mind boggled. You just barely finished your essay and you’re fairly certain it’s the worst thing you’ve ever written in your entire educational career.
Welp, it’ll have to do you guess. You get up to make some late-night french toast.
You take out the frying pan and all the ingredients. That’s when you hear a noise coming from your bedroom. I probably just imagined it you think. But then you hear it again
Picking up the frying pan, you slowly approach your bedroom. “Who’s there?” you ask, holding the frying pan above your head.
You turn the corner to see a bloody and bruised man standing in a black shirt, black pants, and a black scarf tied around his head.
You scream. The stranger jumps “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE”
“…a friend..Fordham…” The stranger groans out. You instantly recognize the voice. “Matt!? What the hell!? What are you wearing!? Why are you beat up!? What is going on!?”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me…” He croaks as he flops on the bed.
“Jesus, you need medical attention and now! I’ll call a hospital-“
“No!” Matt chokes. “It’s not safe enough.”
“Well fuck Matt how the hell am I supposed to-“
“You took nursing classes in college right?” He asks, strained breaths between each word.
“Not good ones and how do you even remember that!?”
“If you can do basic nursing, you can help me…Please.”
You get him patched up and somewhat well treated as he explains the situation.
“That’s a lot to carry on you’re shoulders, Matt. You need a day off for once, maybe tomorrow so you can recover from whatever happened tonight.” You advise as you sew up a cut on his back.
“I can’t take a day off. If I take a day off, people get hurt.” He winces through the sentence as you pull the needle.
“…why did you come to me? I am far from a qualified nurse.” You gently touch the stitch you just finished before backing away.
“I was just running on pure adrenaline and the first thing my brain thought was, well, you.
You feel some blood rush to your cheeks as he says the last word, but you contain your reaction quite well.
“Ok, you can take the bed, i’ll take the sofa. That cool?” You stand up and walk towards the couch to prepare it for yourself.
“I’m sorry I did this, really. Did you finish your essay at least, before I got here?” He put on his shirt as he spoke
“God Matt you are the only person who could spend the night getting beaten to shreds and still have the compassion to ask me if I finished my essay.” You grab a pillow from the bed and put it on the couch.
“Let’s just say I wouldn’t ask everyone.”
You elect to ignore that comment and throw him some pajama pants and a T-shirt. “My ex’s, thought it’d be better to sleep in that than your shitty excuse for body armor.”
You turn your back as he changes.
“Thank you. I mean it.” He sounds the most sincere you think you’ve ever heard him.
“Whatever, you owe me one, Murdock.”
“Anything you ask, Fordham.”
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June 29th, 11:55 pm.
That routine continues throughout the month. Every few days Matt shows up in your apartment with something bloody, bruised, or broken for you to fix him up and have a room to sleep in.
It has become such a routine that you’ve thought to leave the window open most nights. Sometimes you just sit there waiting to see him out the window climbing up your fire escape, wounded.
But today was different…
You’re watching tv when you hear the noise and immediately rush to the window to help him in. After getting him stitched up you start to move the pillows over when he tells you to wait.
“What if you… didn’t sleep on the couch tonight?” He questioned, walking closer to you.
“You shouldn’t be sleeping on the couch, you’re legs won’t be able to move tomorrow you’ll be so uncomfortable-“
He interrupts you. “That’s not what I meant.”
You then notice how close he is. Your faces were so close you could feel his breath on your face, and you were sure he could feel yours on his neck.
“What do you mean..” you slowly ask, knowing the answer and wanting it willingly.
He seems to read your mind as he glides his hand up your arm and to your neck. Your spine shivers with electricity. He pulls you closer and you gasp slightly at the feel of his body on yours.
Only then does he pull you into the kiss, his other hand entering your hair as you grab the back of his neck. He backs you up as you two desperately search for the bed, taking small breaths between big kisses. You find the door handle and slam your bedroom door behind you, closing off the outside world from what’s about to happen.
The last thing you think before you get lost in it is
I guess we have a new step in the routine
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July 15th, 8:12 pm
“Oh come on, we all know i’m gonna win this!” Foggy exclaims
“You are so not!” You and Matt say at practically the same time.
“Well you two sure as hell aren’t! I am the king of the chutes and the ladders!”
The three of you were sat around your folding table desk, with the chutes and ladders board lay flat on the table.
“May I remind you that we are on the same space.” Matt turns to you “Right?”
“Right.” You respond. They are both 6 spaces from the end. You’ve been far behind the two of them for a while ever since you hit the big chute in the middle of the board.
“Nooooo she’s lyinggggg you hit a chute two turns ago and you’re back at the beginnninggg” Foggy lies
You laugh as Matt replies “See why don’t I believe you! I’ll trust her over you any day.”
“Betrayal! Of my partner in law! Does the firm we built together mean nothing to you!” Foggy dramatically flailed his arms, nearly flipping the whole board over.
“Alright Matt just roll so we can all go the fuck home!” You chuckle.
“Alright! Matty needs a new stapler for his desk!” You roll your eyes as Matt presses a button on his phone. The robotic voice reveals “Six.”
The three of you erupt in screams and laughter.
“WHAT ARE THE ODDS!?”Screams Foggy
You’re laughing so hard you think you might choke to death. “Alright, i’m gonna go get a drink from the vending machines, I’ll be right back, you boys be nice!”
“No promises!” Foggy calls as you leave the office.
You walk down the stairs to the vending machine and start trying to decide what you want when you notice Matt walking up next to you.
You knew this would happen eventually. You’d have to talk about the fact you’ve been sleeping together for nearly a month and how that’s gonna affect the two of you. You just really didn’t want to have that talk tonight.
“Hey..” he started, hands hiding in his pockets.
“Hello.” You continue the conversation, refusing to look at anything other than the drinks, but not really looking at them at all.
“We need to talk about it.” He sighs, hanging his head low. The light from the vending machine shines on his red sunglasses.
“I assumed we would eventually.” You keep pretending to look at the same sprite and coke can.
“We can’t be together. At least not publicly, or an actual relationship. If a bad person found out who I am and they found out I had a girlfriend, they would go through her to get to me.”
“I know the superhero spiel, Murdock, I read Batman comics growing up, remember?” Sprite Can, Coke Can, Sprite Can, Coke Can.
“How could I forget.” You wonder if he actually did. He seems to never forget anything about you.
“It’s cool, ok. If you just wanna keep it at crazy sex after a stitch up, that’s all it has to be.” Sprite, Coke, Sprite, Coke, Sprite, Coke.
“Alright, cool, glad we’re on the same page.” You most definitely are not on the same page, but you aren’t gonna tell him that. Might as well have him like this than not have him at all. And it’s not as if you’re in love with him or anything. Right?
“Sooooo, are you gonna get a drink orrrr.” He breaks you out of your trance. Shit. You still haven’t bought a drink.
“Course..” Sprite it is then. You pay for the drink and walk back up to the office with Matt, taking awkward sips of your drink the whole way.
You see Foggy pack up the game and grab his satchel to go. “God you two took forever. Anyway, I’m heading home. Hey Matt, you shouldn’t walk home alone this time of night, could be dangerous.”
You stifle a chuckle.
“I’ll be fine, Foggy. You have a car, right, Fordham?”
You choke on your drink. “What?”
“Well I just thought that you could drive me home since you can drive and I ya know, can’t.” He smiles at you. He knows you can’t say no.
“Yah, sure, i’ll uh…get my keys.”
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You get in the car and both of you notice the uncomfortable silence is just a tad too thick while driving.
So, you decide to start off the conversation. “Why are we doing this?” Not a strong start.
“What do you mean?” Matt pretends to be clueless.
“I mean, why am I driving you home tonight.”
“You heard Foggy. It’s not safe for me to walk alone.”
“Yeah and we both know that’s bullshit and that he would’ve let you go alone if you had just insisted you would be fine, so why are we doing this?”
“Our last conversation ended somewhat awkwardly. I wanted to fix that.”
“And this was the best way you could think to do that? Now you have pretend to go home before patrolling. If anything you’ve inconvenienced both of us in one fell swoop.”
“You seem upset, let’s talk about this when I get home from patrols.”
“I’m not upset, i’m confused and slightly frustrated. I mean, we agreed that we wouldn’t be a couple and that seemed fine but God, Matt, do you hear yourself? We don’t live together and that isn’t our home, it’s my home. Got that?”
“Of course I know that! Do you know that?”
You gape at him with awe and offense. You pull the car over in front of a random building to regroup.
At first it’s silent. Then Matt speaks up
“I’m sorry. I just need to keep you safe.”
“I know” you reply “I just think we should-“ You don’t finish. The look on Matt’s face tells you he hears something, and it probably isn’t good.
“What is it Matt?” His mannerisms turn frantic.
“Cut the headlights. Cut the headlights now!” He goes back to listening mode again.
“Get down!” The last thing you see before Matt ducks you down is 5 guys exit the building with guns and masks over their faces they shoot the windshield a few times and then run off in the other direction.
“Fuck!” You realize you’re gonna need to pay for that and the price will not be pretty. You glance over at Matt who’s already got his tie and jacket off and is midway through ripping off his button down to reveal the black shirt.
You reach back behind your seat and grab the scarf you left in the car in January and hand it to him. He ties it around his eyes.
“Don’t suppose you have extra pants in here” he asks
“Not unless you fit women’s yoga pants.”
He exits the car quickly and says one thing before running off.
“Get the hell out of here and fast, get back to your apartment. I’ll be there after I deal with this, granted i’m still alive.”
“Don’t say that, you will be.”
He kisses you on the cheek before he closes the door and runs off.
You turn on the car and drive off in the opposite direction, towards your apartment.
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The waiting for him to arrive is gruesome. Every hour or so the thought enters your head.
He’s gone. It’s too late. He won’t be back
Hearing the sound from the bedroom is like music to your ears. You help him stumble in, but you can tell he’s more damaged than you’ve ever treated him for before.
“Jesus, Matt this is really bad”
“I’ve been in worse shape…”
You sew a bit of the cut on his leg.
“I mean this is cut to the bone, Matt! You are so lucky I have been researching how to do this better because otherwise you would be totally screwed.”
You hear him chuckle at the word screwed. You roll your eyes at him.
“As i was saying in the car before all the shooty shooty happened, we should have some ground rules.”
Matt is quiet for a moment before responding “I have a better idea. No rules at all.”
You think that proposition over while finishing the stitch in his leg. “Maybe just one rule.”
Matt shows he’s listening.
“No falling in love.”
Once again Matt is quiet for a moment, and replies with.
“Sounds good to be.”
You both sit in a tad bit of silence before he continues.
“Can I kiss you now?”
You laugh before grabbing his face into a kiss that just like every time before, leads to more
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August 1st, 12:29 am
You hear the noise come from the window like you have almost every night since June.
You grab your first aid kit and walk over to your bedroom.
“Hey Matt, sorry I wasn’t at the window immediately, I was feeding the cat-“
That is not Matt Murdock. The blonde man standing in front of you is staring straight at you. No mask, no blind focus, just a stranger in your home that has taken the place of Matt.
“Who are you….” Where was a frying pan when a girl needed one.
“I’m a friend of your little boyfriend… the man in the mask. Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.” He speaks with a thick New York Accent and smells so heavily of cigarettes that you think you’re gonna throw up.
“The Devil usually comes alone. So I ask you again, who are you and why are you in my house.”
“Well ya see, you’re little boyfriend beat up my guys a few weeks ago, and we found him crawlin back here, to you. So! We need you to send a message to him for us. Tell him if he ever comes at my guys again, you’re pretty little face is gonna be pounded into the pavement. Got that.”
You’re too scared to speak, so you simply nod.
“But we can’t just leave you in perfect condition like this, then he know we don’t mean business. So come here and gimme your leg.”
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August 1st, 1:30 am
You’re able to stop the bleeding by the time you hear the window again. This time, you don’t go near it. You stay on your couch and wait for whoever it is to speak.
“Fordham?” Thank God, it’s Matt.
“Matt!” You try to run towards him but instead fall due to the pain of your cut.
“Jesus, Fordham!” He runs out of the bedroom and finds you on the floor of your living room, tears streaming.
“What happened, who did this to you..” Matt sounds mad, his voice resembling the growl of a bear.
“The boss of those men.. from last month… wanted me to tell you that if you crossed them again they would.. kill me.”
Matt is seething now. He scoops you up and brings you to your bed, grabbing bandages from the first aid kit on the way.
He says nothing as he wraps your leg. A temporary solution to be solved after he defeats the people that did this. He even says nothing when he’s done, simply kissing you on the forehead before leaving through the window
“Matt, wait!” You yell but he’s already gone. It isn’t long after that you fall asleep
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August 1st, 8:05 am
You wake up slowly, noticing Matt sitting in a chair in the corner. He’s bloody and bruised again, though you suspect most of the blood isn’t his.
You sit up to help his wounds but he gestures to not move. “I’m fine, it’s you that we need to worry about.”
“What do you mean?” You look down at your leg again. It looks way worse than it did yesterday. Actually, earlier today.
“It’s not just a cut, he also dislocated your knee. I can set it but I didn’t want to without you being awake. It also probably won’t be completely healed for another month or so.”
You pause for a moment. “Do it.”
You feel a pain when he snaps your knee back into place, but it feel better after it’s over.
“Thank you, Matt.”
“Listen, Fordham, we need to talk.” His voice sounds serious and sad. You look up and notice despite still being with you, his mask is still on, meaning he does not want you to see his eyes for this chat.
“What is it?” You shift to sit up straight on your back.
“We can’t do this anymore. This proves that what we’re doing is unsafe and I can’t risk your life.”
You feel your heart split in two. You know he can hear your heart rate so you wonder if he can hear it too. You can’t lose him, not now, not ever.
“No…no I can learn self defense! I can get a gun! You can teach me how to fight! We don’t have to stop!” You plead as you desperately wish you could see Matt’s eyes.
“People like them are gonna keep coming Fordham, can’t you see I’m trying to protect you!?”
The raising of his voice makes you freeze.
“I’m sorry… I would just rather not have you like that than not have you at all.” You know your crying you just don’t care. You watch him approach the window to leave.
“See you at work, Fordham.”
He exits the window for what you think is the last time. You start to cry harder and harder and harder.
Fuck, you think, i broke my own rule.
I fell in love.
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August 25th, 9:30 pm
You‘re in your apartment, waiting for the noise, and knowing it’ll never come. In the past few weeks your mental state has been in the gutter, and pain in your knee is not helping. Only one more week and it’ll be fully healed, so you can do basic tasks with it like walk from room to room.
You know what you need. You need to go down to Josies and just get completely wasted.
And that’s what you plan to do.
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A few hours later and yeah, completely wasted. You wonder if anyone’s concerned but you’re too out of it to even care.
“AND THEN… Matt SAVED ME but then he left me and i was really really really really really really REAAALLLY SAD.” You slur your tale of woe to Josie you think is invested in every word you’re saying
“Ok hun, I gotta make a call.”
“Oki Doki Josie! HAHA that rhymed!” You nearly fall out of your seat.
You see Josie turn around and dial a number you almost recognize in your drunken state. You then get too distracted by your own hand to pay attention.
About 30 minutes of going on and on drunkenly to Josie, you see a man in a black shirt, black pants, and red glasses. Oh fuck
“Oh good ya here, Matt, she’s been goin off about you bein a supahero all night long. Ya need to take her home.” Josie advises Matt.
“Will do, Josie.” He helps you out of the chair. “Here ya go, come with me.”
You protest fervently “Noooooo! I wanna stay!” You start to run away but you feel him scoop you up and walk with you.
You then get placed into the back of a cab, with Matt shuffling in next to you.
That’s when you start to cry like a baby. “Noooo I don’t wanna go home! Josie and I were having fun!”
“You and Josie weren’t having as much fun as you though, Fordham, seeing as she called me to get you out of there.”
“Well why do you care, aren’t you supposed to be on…petrols right now?”
“Its PA-trols, Fordham, and I’m taking a day off”
“Nuh uh uh! Youuuuu said you don’t take days off! Someone could get hurt you said.”
“Yeah and you would’ve gotten hurt if I hadn’t taken a day off.”
“I’m literally fiiiiiiine!” That isn’t true but at least you can still lie in this state.
The car ride is filled with tears and whining until you fall asleep on Matt’s shoulder. You woke up for a split second to catch a glimpse of him kissing your forehead and jumping out your bedroom window to go fight crime.
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August 28th, 10:40 pm
The few days after the drunken incident are completely Matt free. At least, Matt isn’t in the room, but he’s still in your mind.
You’re cooking yourself pasta one night when you hear to noise. You haven’t heard it since the night you hurt your knee.
You turn off the burner and grab the frying pan, just in case. Once you make your way into the bedroom however, you notice that nobody is in the room and on the windowsill is just a little note.
Fordham, meet me at the garden outside of your building.
MM
This could be a trap, but you doubt any bad guys know The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen’s initials or that he calls you the name of your school, so you decide to take the chance.
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Sneaking in through the garden gate, you see Matt sitting on a bench surrounded by two pillars covered in Mandevilla.
“How did you know about this place, I’ve never been here before.” You ask Matt.
“I would smell the Mandevilla on my way to your apartment. Reminds me of you.” He smiles in your general direction. He knows your kryptonite too well.
“What do you want, Matt? I’m not gonna stand here discussing flowers with you. Do you have a point or no?” You cross your arms and impatiently tap your foot.
“You know you haven’t shown up to work in 3 days. I can legally fire you ya know.” He smirks at you. Fuck.
“Well after the disaster-fest that was the bar incident I thought it would be best if I made some distance.” You uncross your arms and stuff your hands in your pockets. It is now coming to your attention you came here wearing sweatpants.
“I miss you Fordham.”
You’re taken aback. “What?”
“I miss being with you! And I don’t want to risk your life but it’s killing me to not be with you so I was hoping, with your consent, we could go back to just one rule and see what happens.” He almost looks desperate
“No.” You respond quick. He doesn’t seem shocked.
“I understand. That night you hurt your knee was horrible, i get that you don’t want to get hurt again-“
“No.” You say again, more firmly. “You don’t understand, I hate the rule. I hate the way things were. I went with it because I thought it was the only way we can exist but now I figured it out. I’m tired of keeping secrets to be with you. And you got one thing right, that night was horrible because that was the night you left, and the night I realized that Goddammit Matt Murdock I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”
You scream the last part with all the weight in your chest. It’s quiet for a moment before you continue.
“Ain’t that just the worst thing you’ve ever heard.”
You see Matt look up at your general area. He’s grinning like the devil that he is. He stands up and walks towards you, and you know what’s about to happen, and you want it so bad.
Just like the first kiss that hot night in July, this kiss is soft and sweet at first but delves into a passionate act of love. And just like the first kiss, it leads to more. Right there on the garden bench, sealing your fates.
It’s beautiful and explosive and loving and you know that tomorrow you’ll have to actually lay down the ground rules of this relationship, but for now the two of you just lay there, enjoying each other’s company on the garden bench.
“So.. i take it you love me too?” You ask, out of breath.
Matt laughs “Fordham, I love you so much I can’t even describe it.”
You snuggle in closer “Perfect.”
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