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Eris Week Day 4 Hounds | Autumn Equinox
Moth to a Pyre - Nsfw
A/n- I, uh, I don't know what happened here. There's a plot. For a little while. Then there's not. Happy day four of @erisweek2023 ?
Summary - The reader is visiting the Autumn Court during their yearly Equinox celebration on an invitation from Eris. Between discussing traditions from their courts and watching the young fae, she doesn't fully grasp she's about to enter another Autumn Court Tradition.
Warnings - NSFW, mxfxfxm, orgy, voyeuristic/exhibitionist elements, oral (females receiving), fxf play, dom/sub dynamics **accidentally posted before my last edit run through. Sorry fam😅**
Word Count - 2651
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Eris could hardly take his eyes off of you. Between the magic of the court beginning to fuel males for the hunt, your bright smile as you watched children running around the carnival, and the burgundy dress clinging to your body, you were irresistible to him.
You were too distracted by the smells of warm pastries, the laughter as the faelings bobbed for apples, and the speed they ran in their little costumes with to go from tent to tent collecting candy to notice the shift in Eris's behavior.
Kallias had tried to warn you to come back to Winter or be in your guest suite before the carnival began. He had tried to tell you this was a giant sex orgy, that if you were outside an Autumn Court male could claim you for the night as his prize, and you'd be forced to join in the mass sex ritual held in Autumn for their equinox celebration. "It's similar to Spring's," You could hear his cold voice in your mind now. "The only difference is Spring uses their Equinox to replenish the magic and allow the harvest cycle to begin, Autumn uses theirs to thank the land for its magic and for successful harvest."
This felt nothing like that, though. Eris was holding your hand, leading you through row after row of vendors with candies you'd never tried before and odd food that was traditional to the Court. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Eris looked down at you with a slight smile. "I imagine Winter has nothing like this."
You nodded. "I am. Thank you for inviting me." Eris smirked slightly at you as ypu ducked behind him to avoid a group of little ones running by. "What are they doing?"
"Trick or treating?" Eris rose a brow. "You have no clue what trick or treating is. So, the children dress up for Equinox each year and run from vendor to vendor, or door to door in the villages. The owners of that home or shop then have to present them with candy or risk being pranked. Do children not trick or treat in Winter?"
"No. Children try to be on their best behavior in the Winter Court. Asking for free candy and pranking fae does not fall into that category," you played with your long white hair. Eris had his brows raised, nodding for you to continue. You felt a blush rising to your cheeks under his heated gaze. "There's a legend of a male old as time in our court. He watches children and ensures they are on their best behavior all year, that they follow their mom and dad's rules, and honor their high lord. If they do, he rewards them with candy and presents on solstice. If they don't, he adds them to a list and takes them from their homes in the dead of night, never to be seen again. It is believed he eats them."
Eris stared at you, his eyes wide, before bursting into laughter. "That's horrid, y/n." You couldn't help but to smile and nod as Eris pulled you to a more vacant bonfire.
Males and females were gathered around countless fires in this clearing. Holding each other close, laying on blankets together, whispering to each other. Eris moved a hand to tuck the hair you had been playing with behind your ear.
You had not noticed how quiet it had gone, you had not noticed that the children were starting to run home and some vendors were closing shop and clearing out. You were too busy staring at Eris as he talked with one of his friends.
You had gathered the male he was speaking with was one of the generals in his father's army, you had also gathered the intentions this male had with the pretty female sitting on his lap. He was stroking her upper thigh, squeezing it every so often while she kissed his jaw and throat.
"Relax, little moth," Eris Whispered into your ear. "You don't have to do anything you do not want to." You blinked at him as he pulled you closer. "Kal warned you, didn't he?" You nodded. "Good. The hunt will start soon."
"What happens during the hunt?" Eris kissed below your ear, causing a haze to set in as you relaxed and sighed.
"My father will shift into something different and more animalistic. He will go through the forest to find his fawn for the night and bring her here. They begin coupling we all will as well. It helps us thank the land and keeps the population of Autumn higher than other courts."
"So this is a breeding festival?"
"Yes, little moth, it is." You watched as his friend smirked, repositioning the pretty female in his lap so she was straddling him and facing him before kissing her deeply. "And we can just watch them all if you'd like, we can partake if you'd like, or I can winnow you to the Forest House and find myself a new little moth to play with. It is all your choice."
His warm hands had begun to roam your body. Kal had allowed you to commission a special dress for this visit. The short sleeved dress was made with the latest Autumn fashion in mind, but it was allowing Eris access to skin you had not had touched in years. "It's all your choice, y/n. Say the words and I'll stop and take you somewhere safe."
He pulled you into his lap, and you studied him. "You invited me here on purpose." He nodded. "You had this all planned." He nodded again, moving to kiss your neck as your hand tangled into his wavy hair. "Why? Why me?"
He smirked against your smirk and his friend answered. "Do you look at yourself when you get dressed and ready for the day, emissary? Or do you just blindly look so delicious?" Eris chuckled against your skin, dragging his teeth along your pulse point making you squirm slightly in his lap.
"Hurry and pick, little moth." He continued kissing your neck, moving lower to your collarbones, making you pull his hair slightly and grind your hips against him with a whimper. "You have limited time, lovely. Father is about to go hunt, and the females wanting to bed him tend to make this pretty easy."
"Where is your mother? Should she-" Eris tapped a finger to your lips. Stopping thr question.
"Your questions later. Mine now. Do you want to stay?" You were in a mental haze, watching as countless males and females kissed. There were two females being watched by the males with them. They were already naked and kissing each other as their hands roamed. You felt Eris move lifting you to turn you in his lap so you were able to watch all the fires. "Who would have known Kallias had a little voyeur in his chain of command." His voice had gone deep and raspy in your ear, you could scent Eris's arousal as he continued touching you.
"I want to stay." You finally whispered. You watched as Beron came back, a pretty little Burnette was thrown over his shoulder giggling as high lord set her down on the ground and forced her to her knees. Warm hands moved your hair and began unlacing your dress.
"Stand for me." All eyes had locked on you and Eris as the High Lord began his coupling with the young female. "They're waiting for us and my brothers, little moth."
It made sense now. The groupings of fires. A Vanserra male was at each other, watching her and Eris with feline like smirks of anticipation. You stood and allowed him to undress ypu. "Good girl. Such an obedient good girl," Eris ran his hand down the front of your body, squeezing your breasts as he nodded at his brothers. "I can smell you, y/n. I've been waiting forever to play with you." He pulled you back down, ripping his own shirt off. He kept your back to him and began pinching and playing your nipples as he kissed your neck and shoulders.
Heat was pooling between your legs, practically dripping from you. You were fixated on the fires before you. Watching females play with each other or with the males they were with. There were groups of people all partaking in the carnal games.
Soft hands roamed up your thighs and you looked down to see the female his friend had been playing with between your legs. Eris's friend was watching as Eris spread your legs for her. "She's so pretty, Eris."
You were blushing as she began kissing your thighs, her long dark hair pulled into a ponytail as she looked up at you from her long dark lashes. "Keep watching the other fires, little moth." She placed a light kiss above your core.
You obeyed, finding your eyes lingering on two males with a female pinned between them. She had her head thrown back on one of their shoulders as they pounded into her like well timed machines. And then you felt it. A tongue licked a long pathway in your folds causing you to moan and lean further back into Eris. "Fuck," the males whispered as Eris's grip on your legs tightened. "Keep those pretty thighs spread for her, y/n."
You hand found her hair as she began kitten licking your leaking hole. She hummed against you before latching onto your clit and sucking lightly. Pleasure shot through your body, causing you to grind against her mouth, and in turn Eris. "Use her, pretty girl," Eris encouraged with a moan. "She loves being a little toy." The female moaned at Eris's praise, causing vibration to hit your core and you to moan out as she alternated between gentle swipes with the tip of her tongue and longer flat ones with more pressure.
You looked at Eris over your shoulder, eyes wide with lust before grinding on him again. "I need your clothes off," you whispered. "I need you."
She pulled off of you long enough for Eris to lay you on the ground for her. "Make her cum." He commanded. "I want her soaked before I even get inside of her."
She doubled her efforts on your clit, only pausing as Eris's friend came behind her and began to play with her. The noises coming from you two were obscene. The sounds of her wetness, the sounds of your moans ringing into the night and hers muffled in your cunt. Eris was still sitting near you, his hand wrapped around himself as he watched you.
He was beautiful. You knew that since you two had become friends years ago. You reached a hand to him and he laced your fingers together just as his friend pushed one of her fingers into your heat making your back arch and you cried out as she began to press into that perfect hidden spot while sucking and licking at your clit.
Eris smirked as your eyes rolled back. "Such a good little moth, aren't you?" His hands found your breasts again, squeezing them. A coil was tightening in your stomach, threatening to burst as your moans became constant. Her mouth was like magic, finding every sensitive nerve as her fingers pushed and pulled you apart.
Eris could tell you were close, as was the female pleasuring you. Her mate had two fingers buried deep into her cunt, curling them perfectly into time with her pleasuring you. He knew it wasn't the dirtiest thing that would happen tonight between you four, and the thought of you, wrapped around his cock, while another fae played with you and joined in your corruption had Eris aching for relief.
Your eyes met his, and you couldn't place what he was thinking, but you were too lost in the haze of the ritual. One more harsh suck on your clit had you falling apart, moaning loudly and whimpering as she slowed down to allow you to ride out your high.
Eris gently pulled you away from her, kissing your neck and running his hands along every curve. "How do you want to do this, y/n?" He bit into your pulse point, shooting pleasure and pain through your body. "Do you want to take me from behind and be on top of her so you two can still play with each other?" You and the female whimpered. "Do you just want to watch her get fucked by both of us?" You shook your head quickly. "Do you want me to fuck you, little moth?"
"Please," you whispered desperately. "I need you." Eris kissed below your ear, long fingers gently circling the swollen bundle of nerves. "Eris, please."
"You can beg prettier than that, y/n," his voice set you alight, eyes rolling back as you leaned heavier against him. You two were watching now as his friend entered the female laying on her back near you. "I want you to get on top of her with your pretty little cunt near me. Do you understand?" You nodded eagerly.
She was too pretty for you to say no to him over. Long thick hair, long lashes, wide brown eyes. Her body was stunning. She had more curves than most fae females, but they landed in all the right places on her body, and her waist had you drooling and wondering how much tighter your corsets would need to be to achieve the same look.
She shamelessly pulled you to her just as Eris' friend had entered her. Your legs were straddling her head, your head was near her core, and without warning, you let out a loud whine as Eris entered you.
"Fucking better than I ever imagined, little moth." Eris wasted no time, he began fucking you with deep, hard thrusts. You were quickly a mess. The situation from watching countless fae deep into their pleasure, the situation from the moaning female below you, the situation from each heavy drag of his cock inside of you.
It didn't take long for you to understand why they had you two in this position, nor did it take you long to realize this was clearly something the three of them had done before. She latched on to your clit again, sucking it gently and rolling her tongue against it. The constant vibrations of her mouth against your aching core had your head reeling.
Her partner gently gathered your hair, "Return the favor, little emissary." And you did.
Eris growled loudly behind you at the sight. You responded with a twitch that had him pounding harder and deeper into you, hitting that perfect spot every time. You were all moaning messes, heart rates beating together. Your ears still picked up the screams, growls, and groans from the other fae around you.
That coil tightened again, and you knew Eris had picked up on it. He began aiming for the spot that had you moaning deeper into his friend's cunt. You two both reacted to each other's picked up moans and screams.
You didn't fall from the edge this time. You exploded from it. Your vision filled with stars and color as you came with a muffled scream. She followed behind you, her hands gripping your thighs tightly.
It was seconds later for both of the males to find the edge and dive over. Eris's groans relit the fire burning inside of you as his large hands bruised your hips.
When you all came down from the high, he removed himself from you and pulled you off of her, sitting back down on the ground with you between his legs and your back locked tight against him.
His fingers began to roam. Exploring your sides, your breasts, and your stomach. It wasn't until they dipped lower and began teasing your core that you realized you were in for a very long night.
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So far what has been your fave Avatar fics?👀
this is a VERY late reply and i apologise but i needed to gather myself for a bit 💀 these are some of my faves
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Ma Miles - Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader by @mechformers
All the stars - Sully fam x Sully!Reader by @bartxnhood
Loyalty - Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader by @vinciwolf
My chrysanthemum - Jake sully x Reader by @mystar-girl57
Flaws N All - human/avatar Jake x reader by @persefolli
Pearl - Ao’nung x Sully!Reader by @neteyamslovrr
Kxani - Tsu’tey x avatar!reader by @neteyamslovrr
I see you - Jake sully x metkayina!reader by @heirtothekingdom
Pearl - neteyam x metkayina!reader by @eclipseatsea
my dear mates - Jake x Neytiri x Tsu’tey x reader by @ronwestbreeze
To you, worlds away - Jake sully x avatar!reader by @ronwestbreeze
Mawey, ma tiyawn- Jake x Na’vi!reader by @thewayofhim
kisses on my scars - ao’nung x metkayina!reader by @peachyst4r
Late night feels - recom!mansk x recom!reader by @whxre-bxby
This is what you came for - Recoms x Recom!reader by @whxre-bxby
I want to see mama too - Tsu’tey x Na’vi!reader by @avatarbyamara
Tsu’tey courting a female metkayina reader - Tsu’tey x metkayina!reader by @avatarbyamara
Anything from @tojigasm
I will soften every edge, hold the world to its best - Jake sully x Daughter!Na’vi!Reader by @neteyamsilly
Anything from @whereireid
colonels orders! - human!Miles x human!Lyle x human!reader by @youlikefanficdontyousquidward
Don’t be shy, sit - Tonowari x reader by @sunsents
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I also love anything that’s the text AUs, like the twitter stuff. They’re so funny to read
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birthday sleep
Shinichiro has been rejected once again, bleeding from a fight. Scarring the girl away was the last thing he needs. His nights were filled up with nightmares—Mikey’s death. Working for the last several years as a nurse, his efforts of saving Mikey, hoping Mikey would heal and recover from the incident has made him more distraught. On the night of his birthday, his friend dragged him out for a celebration at Wakasa’s establishment. What better way to start the night is when they brought tons of girls who are interested in Shinichiro. Uninterested, he went out for a smoke and met a girl with a tattoo, who is more than meets the eye.
pair: Shinichiro x Reader
warnings: sad moments. fluff. smut. mentions of the original timeline. Shinichiro being lonely yet thirsty. fluff/comfort. happy ending. Mdni. Nsfw.
A/N: happy very belated birthday to Shinichiro, who has earned 20 rejections than Leonardo DiCaprio’s Oscar award. At least Shinichiro handles rejections better than…you already know who.
There hasn’t been a day where Shinichiro wouldn’t stop himself from liking one girl to the next. Better than sulking on a corner, he goes up to the next pretty girl he sees at the most random time. And fate hasn’t been kind to him; he got beat up in a fight. When he asked the girl out, his entire forehead bled. He was out, drunk from drinking stupidly and clumsily.
The girl screamed and scrammed, leaving poor Shinichiro out alone on the dark road outside of the closed shop with a saddened look adorned his face with his head slung forward; the bleeding made a whole mess. This is going to look like a crime scene. He called his friends, and as usual, his friends made fun of him for not getting the girl properly. The definition of properly is a foreign concept to Shinichiro.
On this current night, the memories of his bleeding forehead has been long forgotten; every pain he received was in the past. And though hurtful, he’d rather have physical pain than the memories of his younger brother.
Mikey.
When Shinichiro took a caregiving class for an eternal dedication his brother, hoping Mikey would heal, Shinichiro hadn’t realized the world was falling apart around him. Emma packed and bailed without a word, Haruchiyo and Takeomi are still in a ‘no speaking’ terms and Shinichiro’s grandpa passed away. He needed a distraction, to which by liking girls from afar and courting girls, which lead to his epic failure. No words can describe how much he hated being rejected, but it won’t mean he’ll surrender to despair.
But if anything, Shinichiro got sleepy and sloopy, as of late. Mikey’s passing affected Shinichiro so much he wouldn’t help himself to have coping mechanisms. Everything is just a survival tactic, out and in of his world. His body felt numb, but he needed his aggression to release from the painful forlorn he endured from sleepless nights from sacrificing his life as a leader of Black Dragons, and studying to become a caretaker for Mikey.
One night, Wakasa, who has now been established as the own of the nightclub. Wakasa is popular among the ladies, but he never beds with them unless he’s interested in someone that caught his eye.
That is the difference between Shinichiro and Wakasa. Every girl is special in Shinichiro’s eyes, but Wakasa wanted someone who stands out from all the rest of gravitating Wakasa himself. On that night, Wakasa sat beside his long time friend, smoking, as they watched the quiet field with tension air encompassing them. Not even the wind could soothe the darkness inside Shinichiro.
“I’m glad Mikey’s dead. I’d rather have him not suffer when he’s alive,” Wakasa stated.
“Without Mikey, I don’t know how I’m able to cope,” Shinichiro said, slouching his aching back. “I can’t do shit. Everything has gone wrong in my life. Grandpa’s dead, and Emma left. I shouldn’t have neglected her while I was taking care of Mikey. I could only wish that if there’s anything I would like to have back, it would happiness and family.”
Wakasa inhaled the cold air. “You like having family someday. And you like the idea of having someone in your life. It’s not so bad.”
“Not so bad? I got rejected before I even open my mouth,” Shinichiro responded. “The last girl rejected me while my head was bleeding.”
“Well, that’s what you get for being reckless.” Wakasa puffed. “Tell you what, since it’s your birthday today, let’s hang out tonight. It’s on me, Shin. You hang out, get drunk, get any girl that you wanted as long as you’re serious on courting her. Who knows, maybe she’ll take a liking to you. After all, I have a keen eye for special ones. Anybody can be anybody, but as long as they stick out like a sore thumb—in a good way—then everything will fall into place.”
Shinchiro’s sleepless eyes remained motionless. “Mind if I ask where are we heading tonight?”
Looking at the back over his shoulder blade, Wakasa’s lips curved upwards. “I think you know where.”
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Music banged into his ears as his drink refilled for the second glass. The nightclub Wakasa established is excellent. Service, the appearance, the atmosphere, Shinichiro almost feels as if the life of loneliness and hard work has been paid off, despite Mikey’s passing took a toll on him. Everything has been brushed off, forgotten, as if his experiences on taking care of Mikey is non-existent.
Shinichiro closed his eyes, head laying back at the sofa frame to lean on, relaxed. Shinichiro barely looked around, not to girls, at least. One by one, the girls approached Shinichiro to spend time on the floor. While Wakasa encouraged, since he knows that Shinichiro has a thing for girls. Surprisingly, Shinichiro rejected him, which got Wakasa shook. The girls, nonetheless, went onto the dance floor, some hung out with other men who are available for a long chat.
“I thought you said you like girls,” Wakasa assumed. “You love girls, I know you do. Every where you go, when you see girls, you never miss your chance on flirting with them.”
“Not in the mood to talk,” Shinichiro blurted. “I’m just tired. I want to go to sleep and forget about all this shit.”
Wakasa leaned forward. “It’s your birthday today. Loosen up a little. I know there’s still there, the optimistic Shinichiro. You used to smile and laugh, even when beaten down, because you know that you can get through any obstacle.”
“Well, things changed,” Shinichiro whispered to himself.
“It’s not too late to remedy the damages.”
“Can you say the same when my family is dead and gone?”
Sighing, Wakasa snapped his fingers, and one of the servants came over for Wakasa to whisper in the servant’s ear. Minutes later, a lady in blue arrived and went near towards Shinichiro, who was taking a nap at the moment. By the time the lady touched, Shinichiro seized her hand, nearly breaking the bone on her wrist, but quickened his reflex on letting go, thus, leaving the nightclub by saying good night to Wakasa. Not interested in seeing Wakasa’s reaction, Shinichiro decided to end the night by going to a convenience store.
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The convenient store is vacant and soundless, which he preferred. No matter how he looks at his life, he’d rather have quietness once in a while. He may want thrill and adventure, but there comes a time when he needed a quiet space, unlike Wakasa or Takeomi, who preferred to parade themselves with ladies and drinks and loud music. To his previous goals, he wanted to have own a bike shop, but when dreams hit harsh reality, there’s nothing more than an ultimate despair coming at anyone’s way. Everyone’s happiness loses everything when the path changes without a sudden warning. And even if it does, people are still in despair. Life is tough road unless being filthy rich. Though coming from a prestigious family, even when rich, some rich families treated their children as if they’re nothing. Hard work and resilience is all anyone has. Shinichiro soon gave up his dream bike shop to look out for Mikey until his death in July.
“What a mess,” he said to himself. He only bought himself some snacks, soda and a pack of cigarettes. As he went outside the store for a smoking break, he got his lighter to switch it on, but never worked. No matter how much forced he puts in, he wanted to fill in with the familiar taste.
“Need help there, handsome,” a voice said behind him.
Startled, Shincihiro turned around and glanced at girl, who stopped out of the shadows with her thick and baggy leather jacket, red sleeve jumper, covered limb to limb with combat boots. It was cold out at night, her hands tucked into the pockets. Her long curls framed against her gentle face as she took out the lighter she kept with her. As Shinichiro nodded, coaxed, you switched the lighter on and watched as his cigarette lit.
His watchful eyes took every inch and every detail of your visage. You are beautiful, no doubt. Unlike the girls in the club. You exuded quiet confidence, very womanly, even dressing in modest yet alluringly tight-fitted outfit.
“You come here often,” Shinichiro asked.
You squawked a short guffaw. “Is that your pick up line?”
“No,” he said. “I just thought it’s dangerous for a wonderful gorgeous woman like you to be out here alone in the night. There has been stalkers and kidnappers and killers alike.”
Chortling, you said, “Very sweet of you to think of me this way.” The stroke his face, which Shinichiro’s reaction stiffened, then softened at your touch; his face leaned in further, swaying, a little tipsy.
“Are you okay?” you asked.
“I’m fine. I just got out from my birthday celebration.”
“Not good?”
“It’s good, but…not my kind of night,” he answered. “I just need peace and quiet. Too many things going all at once.”
“I understand.” Your eyes flickered from his face to his tall stature, still tipsy. “Want me to take you home?”
As you came forward, Shinichiro’s face dropped onto your chest, lulling.
“What’s your address, I’ll take you home.”
Instead of answering you, Shinichiro became unresponsive.
Slinging his arm over your shoulder. Luckily, you didn’t pack up too much stuff , just a phone wallet and cigarettes and lighter carried in your pockets, and carried him all the way back to your apartment. Inside of your apartment, it’s cold and clean, you placed Shinichiro down on the couch with cushioned pillows and thick blanket. Unpacking the snacks and ramen noodles, you strolled into the kitchen and heated up the ramen for him, while making ginger tea in the process with also a glass of sweet orange juice came prepared in case he didn’t like the ginger tea.
Microwave beeped, and the noodles are heated and softened, along with cooked meat you prepped in case of emergency comes. After a long preparation, you set the meal on the table in front of sleeping Shinichiro. After that, you took a long warm shower and changed your casual clothes into comforting ones. One of your arms is covered in whole blue phoenix tattoo. And by the time you returned back at the living room to check on Shinichiro, he woke up from a smell of ramen and ate with his eyes closed, sleepy and peaceful, slurping the savored soup and the contents. He looked adorable while eating. He took the mug off the table and drank the ginger tea. It was a bit bitter so you put the honey in case he hated the taste. To your success, he loved the taste of tea. After a strong alcohol sinking into the digestive system, it must’ve been hurtful. Whatever he’s experiencing at the moment, he needed a moment of solace. After eating the snacks, he went for the orange juice. He hummed, and somehow thanked you even though you haven’t been approaching him. You wanted to give him space out of respect.
Thank god no one else was living with you. Having freedom can be so nice, especially having a handsome man in your place.
Clearing your throat, Shinichiro turned around and saw you with a smile resting on his sleepy face.
“How’s the meal?”
“It’s great,” he said, his back slumping.
“Don’t force yourself to be awake,” you reminded him, perching with your legs stretched near towards Shinichiro’s thigh. Placing your hands over him, you adjusted his slouching back. His face turned green at his drunken state.
“The bathroom’s nearby. I can take you there,” you suggested.
Shinichiro’s hazy eyes gazed at you for a moment. Time stopped for him, his breath taken, his heart palpitated by the sight of your mature beauty. Even after a clean shower, you are more than just a beauty. With your one piece pajama, the blue ink of a koi fish tattoo displayed on your right thigh as you relaxed. Shinichiro’s heart thumped loudly against his ears. This time, it wasn’t from being drunk. He admired you more and more as his anxiety risen from you being so close to him on the couch. The fainted scent wafted through nostrils; his head became fuzzier with dying consciousness. He never met you before; hasn’t seen you around in the parts everywhere in Japan. Maybe he wasn’t looking hard enough.
“Have we ever met?” he asked.
“No, this is our first time meeting each other,” you said, positioning your arm on the couch frame. “Why? Did we meet somewhere?”
He shook his head. “No, it’s just…you sound different.”
Perplexed, your head tilted. “Different? How so?”
“You don’t sound native,” he blurted, blushing. “I hope I didn’t offend you or anything.”
“Not at all,” you said. “I’ve been trying to study Japanese ever since I got here.”
“How long?”
“Around two years total,” you answered.
Whistling, Shinichiro splayed himself back at the couch frame, lifting one foot up. “I’m impressed. Not everyone handles Japanese easy. How did you learn it so fast?”
You shrugged. “Boredom.”
“Boredom? You mean you don’t have…”
“I neither have friends or anyone to converse with. Let’s just say that I’m in my own head space,” you explained.
“I see…” Shinichiro looked down at his drink, then drained the liquid substance into his throat as he eyed on you. “Didn’t mean to get drunk on you. It must’ve been a lot to take in.”
Shrugging, you said, “Nothing surprises me anymore.”
“Today’s my birthday.”
Smiling, you greeted him. But it remains noticeable when his expression wasn’t changing. “Sounds like you’re having a rough time. Do you want to talk about it?”
Placing the glass down, Shinichiro sighed, though his breath was uneven, shaking each time he exhaled. “I couldn’t celebrate without remembering that day.”
“What day?”
“The day when my brother passed away.” Shinicihiro’s steadied hand shielded on his face. “I couldn’t bear to acknowledge of my brother’s passing with acceptance. It’s all of my fault. If only I didn’t buy the airplane.”
“You’re only trying to make him happy. I don’t think it’s your fault,” you reasoned.
“But it was,” he objected. “I didn’t watch him closely. With much responsibility, I had to make sure I do everything I can to make him stay alive, hoping for the better result. Deep down, I knew that his condition got worse. Even his friends saw him the last time. If only I didn’t make that little error, it could’ve change everything. I shouldn’t have bought that plane.” By then, Shinichiro broke down into tears.
You scooted closer to him, rubbing on his back as your arm encompassed him, emitting a hush sound. “Shhh…everything will be alright, I know this. Even when your brother passed away, I’m sure that, somewhere, his soul is at peace. I’m sure that he’s happy that you took care of him the entire time.”
“I neglected everything that surrounds me. I neglected Emma,” he reasoned. “She packed and left, not knowing where she is. My grandfather died. And Mikey was the only family I have left. I have no one in my life now.”
“You have friends,” you assumed.
“My friends won’t understand,” he wept, sniffling. “That’s why I got drunk, because of Wakasa. He wanted me to get my mind off of Mikey by dragging me into a club and get a girl to mingle with. It wasn’t great. I was zoning out from life before me. I wasn’t having it.”
Your hand smoothed his back, noticing his breath began to steady after releasing the frustration he held in. Your eyes prickled with hot sensation, trying not to breakdown in front of him, but came up with a notion of subsiding the emotional pain. “I have 3 large packs of ice cream in the freezer. Sometimes desserts can set a good mood and lessens the tension. Just tell me which flavor you want and I’ll scoop it up for you.”
Shinichiro’s heart thudded. It wasn’t the alcohol again. One thing’s for sure for how the sensation clamored inside him. He felt…light. And right. Everything’s…quiet. His heart rate dissipated to tranquil as his eyes looked at you. Deep into the very soul of your eyes, he felt himself tranced, balanced between mind and heart—his old self was dying to get out. But each time he wants it out, the flooding memories of his old life might hurt him again. He wanted peace now. But how he can have peace when being silent within consistency. He’s not a young leader rebelled Black Dragons anymore. He’s just a young man with a burden scarred him.
You leaned back, separating yourself from him. “We’ll eat every junk food up. I swear, this can be the best method, but taking care of yourself in a healthy lifestyle. But first, junk food!” Then slowly, you stood up. “I know a place where they have the best pizza and burger and nacho cheese—nacho cheese are great! It comes with blue raspberry slushy, or cherry, if you like it more than the blue raspberry. And we could watch any movie that you like—trust me, watching comedy can be fun! Oh, and if you want something else, we can order sushi but with wasabi and katsu curry, and then we can add another pile of food we can ea—”
Snatching your wrist, he pulled you in for a kiss. Groaning, your long locks tucked back under his hand, tangling his tongue with yours, saliva thickened as you two share a heated passion he yearned. You nearly collapsed at his sudden yank, nearly knocking off the coffee table, but Shinichiro remedied it with his both hands steadying you by the waist, slithering the lines on your body. With a quiet hum, his lips lead to nibbling your cheek, kissing it lightly, almost his softer side is shown.
“You’re tickling me,” you sighed in exhilaration.
He pulled his head to see your flushed expression. “Where have you been all of my life?”
“Studying and doing things alone by myself without anyone being there for me,” you answered, cheeky. In a flash, you gave him a wink.
“Gee,” Shinichiro began, “I find it hard to believe that a beautiful woman is standing before me.”
Shaking your head, you said, “I’m not beautiful.”
Refusing your reply, “Beautiful doesn’t cover up how it feels or looks. I just know a beautiful soul when I see one.”
You said nothing, eyeing him with anticipation glimmering from your eyes.
“It’s pretty corny,” he admitted, his face flushed, index finger scratched the cheek below the eye.
Your hand rested on his face. “God, you’re so cute!” Tip of your nose rubbed against his as you let out a tiny squeal. Shinichiro watched you, his heart elated, eagerly pulling you closer to his body frame even though your bodies touched, he deepened the force, leaving you gasping, though not in a bad way.
“You want to get to know each other more? Unless you want to take a nap, it’s up to you,” you asked, eyes sparkling, hands wrapped around his neck, your lips are inches away to poke his.
His dark, cloudless eyes burned into your eyes as you watched it gleam. The misery etched on his lips faded into something more.
~~~
The door slammed open as you shared another long kiss with Shinichiro without falling or looking at your surroundings. Quiet sighs as your kisses went sloppy, and hungrier than the first. Once he rested you on an open futon bed, he placed you, laying down on your belly.
“Aaahh, Shinichiro!” your moans erected as Shinichiro took off of your tights shorts and spanked it.
“You’re such a slut, do you know that?” he said, his breath tickled your ass as he gave no warning when his teeth gnawed on your naked skin.
“Ahh,” you moaned out once more, turning yourself around as your legs spread before him. “Please fuck me! Right here, in my wet pussy. Lick me, fuck me, destroy me.”
Shinichiro watched as his stature towere over you, a beguiling creature displayed before him. He has collected porn than dates in his lifetime, but seeing you, he wanted to take a slow, showing trust as newfound partners.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” his voice had gone indistinct.
But you can distinguished the mood in his tone.
“You won’t hurt me,” you assured him, indicating him to move closer. “You won’t hurt me,” you repeated, plopping your kisses.
Shinichiro took into a consideration and unrestricted his attire. His black, baggy shirt came off as his pants are assisted by you. When his pants came undone, your hands clamped on his underwear, brought down as you spotted thick and lush hairlines—his happy trail downwards to his long and thick cock, leaking out with thick semen. His cold fingers pressed your tattooed skin, numbed clit throbbed at his touch.
Shinichiro could see your eyes begging him to rut you. His hands splayed and held your leg, kissing your inner thigh, then your lips as his cock shoved into your tight walls. With your wailed moans, Shinchiro sped his stamina. He hasn’t felt this good since the Black Dragon days. He had spent his life chasing girls who don’t approve of him, not even his weakened state, not even at his worst, or even as himself. His days during with Mikey, he rarely looked at girls, even when girls asked him to be their date, they only do it to get closer to Wakasa or Takeomi. Shinichiro is neither like them. Wakasa is quietly fierce while Takeomi is a chaotic and unruly. They both get girls but none of them stick in the next few months. With Shinichiro, he wanted something more than a simple date. Realizing his family his gone, all that’s left for him is to make a new one, but diving further to despair was the only way.
“More! Yes!” you groaned loudly, gyrating. His hot and thick cock fit you perfectly. The tip of his long, hardened cock pressed roughly against your g-spot. With a hot wave clambered into your body, Shinichiro picked up his pace and slammed it again onto your g-spot, earning a louder moans compare to previously. Fingers clawed onto his lanky, muscular backside, Shinichiro felt wet and warm blood stinging in cold air. His thrusts grew harder; with his few pounding movements, he felt your walls tightened, twitched against him.
“Shin,” you wailed into his hair, biting your lower lips.
“Argh,” he said, “hold me tight, baby.”
Despite the bleak memories he held with him, it was about time to end.
Tip of his cock twitch, leaking a hot seed into your hole. With countless immeasurable sighs, your bodies melded into one when Shinichiro laid beside you and held you in his arms, face to face. “I love you, (y/n),” he said. “I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know you. Your wrongs, your struggles, your greatest strength and joy—everything. I want to be there with you until the end. I want us to stay together.” His hand brushed your locks. With his soft touch lingered, your heart prickled.
“I love you more,” you said, weeping.
He kissed atop off of your hairline, then your nose, lips, and rubbed his nose together with yours. “Will you please go on a date with me,” he said with a shy voice. He’s not like Wakasa or Takeomi, Shinichiro knows what he wanted, what he needed. With you, all his inner turmoil with work and personal life and Mikey’s passing, Shinichiro wasn’t worried anymore. Shinichiro wanted an eternal happiness with you at his side, even with a scorching hell in life, he rekindled.
Chortling, you said, “How can I say no to a handsome man like you?”
Not long after, your bodies shifted under the washed sheets, no longer needing the heater.
By the end of the night, after a total of five rounds of intensive sexual intercourse, Shinichiro’s head rested in between your breasts. His soft, and disheveled, black hair played in between your fingers. Kissing his messy hair, you said, “Happy Birthday, Shinichiro.”
~~~
When Shinichiro got out from your house after sharing wonderful breakfast and a heated kiss, he spotted Wakasa approaching him with dreadful silence.
With a smile, Wakasa uttered, “Are you winning, Shin?”
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Yandere Toothless or a male night fury with a (female maybe please ) sand wraith Darling (Romantic hc/concept) pretty please with a cherry on top
(fun fact sand wraiths we’re post to be a fury like the night/light furious but had to change it , to the wraith fam however that didn’t stop people saying that the sand wraiths are related to the furious clan XD ) 💗
Originally was going to be a general Night Fury but making it Toothless seems better :) Again I struggle writing yandere dragon x dragon, lol.
Yandere! Toothless with Sand Wraith! Darling
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Dragon x Dragon, Dragon courting, Possessive behavior, Some stalking, Mentions of "mate", Mentions of "dragon breeding" but nothing actually happens, Violence, Dubious/Forced relationship.
The idea of more Night Fury hybrids intrigues me.
Sand Wraiths, according to the wiki, were originally meant to be part of the Fury species.
So technically... they are a Sand Fury.
As I result I do think these two species could be compatible.
In this concept, instead of Toothless meeting a Female Light Fury for a mate, he meets a Female Sand Wraith.
Sand Wraiths are quite elusive, only being found in sandy areas and often hide under the sand to hunt.
Finding you was by accident, Hiccup had taken Toothless out for another dragon expedition with the rest of the Dragon Riders.
Expecting food you had leapt out of the sand, attacking the riders.
After a brief fight you are eventually subdued and the riders are able to get a good look at you.
Toothless even has an interest in you, nudging you with his head as you watch him cautiously.
Hiccup and the riders soon learn you're not only a Sand Wraith... but a female of your species.
They were going to leave you alone but were surprised when you followed them back to Dragon's Edge.
You feel with the humans you are promised food.
As a result you act as look out, the riders giving you a sand pit to hide and rest in when not on duty.
Plus you're even fed by them... isn't that nice?
Well, it is... until you notice the domesticated Night Fury they have showing more and more interest into you.
Your species are close enough to breed... so you understand his courting dances...
But you aren't sure if you want to accept?
You watch Toothless curiously in your sand pit when he approaches.
For the most part he knows to stay out of your sand, often wandering up to your hiding body and throwing fish into the sand for you to eat.
The Night Fury is very curious and interested in you.
Hiccup's surprised when he starts to see mating behavior from Toothless.
The Night Fury is insistent in dancing, feeding, and protecting you.
Meanwhile you stare at him from your pit softly.
Hiccup finds it hard to control Toothless when all the dragon wants to do is follow you.
You wander and fly around Dragon's Edge by yourself, only for Toothless to swoop in to accompany you.
Toothless would be very clingy towards his "mate".
You may not have completely accepted him as your mate, but he's persistent.
He expresses typical possessive behavior towards you... snarling at other dragons to take claim to you.
Hiccup tries to make Toothless more focused on tasks... but all the dragon wants to do is watch and follow you.
There's something wrong the moment Toothless begins to show uncharacteristically violent behavior.
Hiccup feels the only way to fix this is to encourage... breeding between you and the Night Fury.
This could be the best way to calm his distracted Night Fury friend... but the question is...
Are you up to it?
Hiccup may try to invoke breeding behavior between you two.
After all... that's why Toothless is acting weird, right?
So yes, Hiccup enables Toothless.
Surely a quick session will fix things...
Hopefully one clutch of your eggs with soothe his draconic friend.
#yandere how to train your dragon#yandere httyd#yandere dragon#yandere dragon x dragon#yandere toothless
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Imagine the group taking Macaque to see SIX the musical.
oh man Macaque would *love* SIX. The paralles of court politics and how women were discarded both in the Tudor and the Chinese Imperial court? The trauma each of the queens suffer at the hand of one man?
Macaque, reading the playbill: "So who's Henry the 8th?"
Wukong: "Some jerk who ascended the throne by dumb luck, and treated his mates badly. I stole a painting of his once."
Macaque: "And the show is told from the perspective of his six past mates?"
Mei, wearing a version of musical!Anne B's dress, taking a bunch of pre-show photos: "Yep! And they're all girlbosses!"
MK: "We figured you might enjoy it for the historical stuff."
Nezha: "I've seen the costume designs. Lots of leather and spikes. It's pretty rad."
Macaque: "Ok." *quiet excited stimming*
He does need some historical jokes explained to him afterwards, but overall I think Macaque would unironically love the way the musical tells the wives stories. He sits silently enraptured as normal, save for "Heart of Stone" when gets weepy as Jane's ballad turns to address her infant son. He turns to apologize, only to see others crying too.
During a break in the play, the gang notice that the Demon Bull fam is is there too and they merge their groups. Red Son complains, but vibes hard during "Get Down" and forgets they they're all technically still enemies.
The gang applaud so hard at the end that they accidentally whip up a literal mini tornado (PIF never leaves her fan at home) inside the theatre. Apologies and praise are given to the poor preformers and stagehands.
The adults end up getting drinks after the show, while the kids drag Red Son to the anti-gravity arcade. The adults end up sharing horror stories of similarly tragic marriages (and true romance) from the Celestial Realm and Earth. By the end of the night, it further solidfies PIF's and DBK's choice to flee world of royalty for eachother was the correct one.
#lmk#lego monkie kid#six eared macaque#liu er mihou#the monkey king and the infant au#the monkey king and the infant#lmk shadowpeach au#shadowpeach#lmk ironbull#lmk character hcs
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Could you possibly do a part two to the omega kanto mikey x alpha male reader
Its okay if you don’t want to do the request its up to you
Have a good day
I got you fam
After that day Mikey began stealing more of (name)s shirts and sweaters as his own, unaware that the Alpha was leaving them out for him to take while he worked on a suitable courting gift for the blond.
It had to be as remarkable as Mikey was.
The alpha wanted that wild Omega to know he was loved and valued and that he was worthy of being in his life like that!
(Name) then realized the best courting gift--well gifts he could give the Omega.
And that night (name) learned to bake and sew, spending all night grumbling and hissing in pain when he burnt or poked himself.
He managed to make two decent plush pillows, one that looked like a Taiyaki and one that looked like dorayaki but the actual foods...that was another story.
"Why do they keep not doing what they need to do?!" (Name) grumbled as he stood around many disfigured treats, they were all edible but ugly as hell and he was on the verge of giving up but refused because Mikey doesn't deserve a quitter!
He didn't even hear the door open and shut through all his cussing as Mikey took in the scene before him and glanced at the sewing supplies strewn around and the mass amount of the omegas favorite treats all around the kitchen as he watched the Alpha beat himself up verbally "what's going on?" Mikey asked boredly as he took a treat from the table and went to town on it as the Alpha whipped his head and paled at the pretty omega "Mikey! Hey, what's uuuup" (name) said acting overly casual and the blond just raised an eyebrow "what are you doing and don't lie to me"
(Name) knew he couldn't trick or lie to the Omega and easy crumbled under his stare, he was a weak man for the love of his life sue him "I...I was working on your courting gift..."
"Why so many?" Mikey said as he took in the fact that (name) was planning on courting him, his face was causal but his scent was a dead give away, he never blocked his scent around (name) after all "I kept messing them up or they came out weird looking... I wanted to give you the best possible ones"
" You could have given me ones shaped like shit and I would have still taken them"
"I know... I just wanted to show you I can care for you and stuff"
"You literally brought me lunch the other day alpha"
(Name) halted everything as he took in the name, omegas only called an alpha that if they were courting or mates..."wait really?" (Name) mumbled and Mikey wandered towards him " of course you're mine after all" Mikey said wrapping his arms around him "you belonged to me since day one"
"I also made you some plush toys for your nest...you don't gotta put them in there I know your particular with what goes in your nest"
"Like you, they're going in my nest" Mikey said resolutely and (name) blushed and smiled as the Omega grabbed a plate stacked high of his beloved snacks and dragged his alpha to the couch and let his alpha scent him as he sat cross legged in (name)s lap.
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A tamsand au, where rhysand gets a reality check from tamlin and he ends up trying to court tam-tam but is met with suspicion and raised eyebrows from tam's fam ( alis, lucien, feyre- what she's doing is up to u).
My apologies for this ask taking so long to be answered. Your wish is my command, Anon.
The Spring Court was back in order. Or a as much order as it could be at this time. Once word spread that the Spring Court was back in action, the people began to return. At first the return was slow, only a few who were desperate to return to their homeland, then after a few months of patiently earning their trust back, the population flowed back in. Soon the towns were being reconstructed, villages were brought back to life. The lakes, rivers, and forests were filled with Fae again. The Spring Court was bustling.
Finally, his Court was back together and busier than ever. It did, however, mean that Tamlin was also busier than ever.
There was no time to stop, not now, not when the Spring Court was almost back to its former glory.
Tamlin was in his study, toast in his mouth, barely able to eat as both his hands were busy, one holding paperwork for him to read, the other writing like his hand was on fire. He was working on two hours of sleep, two pieces of toast (including the one in his mouth) and sheer will.
He barely checked the darkness in the corner of the room until he finally glanced up and saw Rhysand standing there.
Then everything in the world stopped.
Rhysand hadn't been around as of recent times. Tamlin's rebuilding and rallying of his Court had seemed to drive away the Night Lord. Tamlin had decided even if Rhysand came back, he wouldn't let him get into his head. His end wouldn't be because of Rhysand.
But now as his violet eyes shone as he looked Tamlin up and down. Tamlin felt his knees go weak. He felt a tremor run through his veins as every nerve in his body yearned for the approval of the male across from him. His body had never really stopped wanting for Rhysand, even after the trauma of that night so many centuries ago.
"What do you want?" Tamlin's voice was better, less sore, less scratchy, he'd been actually talking to people regularly. Not just speaking with Rhysand on the odd occasion while he laid in the ruins of his Court.
"I wanted to know how our newest ally was coming along with the rebuilding of his Court." Rhysand drawled as he came closer to Tamlin, hands in pockets and eyes darting over the office, almost like he was impressed.
Impressed, as if the very idea of Tamlin acting like the High lord of Spring was impressive.
Ally?! He fucking thought Tamlin would ally with him, after all his little mate had done to this Court?!
"Who said I would ever ally with you?" Tamlin growled.
"You will, once you realize your Court is better off with powerful allies, such as myself than it is on its own."
Tamlin tilted his head to the side, he looked Rhysand up and down slowly, carefully, "You really think Spring is completely alone?"
"Is it not? You're the weakest link in the chain here Tamlin, at least you can admit that." Rhysand purred as he came closer, close enough that Tamlin could smell his cologne, filling every pore with his scent.
"Rhysand, has your Shadowsinger slacked off with his recon over this side of Prythian?" Tamlin purred back, the tiredness in his bones evaporating for this very moment.
Rhysand's eyes narrowed, locking into Tamlin. Green on violet, such a violent combination.
"What are you-"
"I have my allies; do you want to know where they are? There are in Summer-" Tamlin pointed towards the Summer border, "They are in Autumn-" Tamlin pointed towards the Autumn border, "They are in Winter, and they are in Day. I have allies."
Rhysand's smirk finally dropped from his face as he finally understood. Tamlin had been working, really damn hard in fact. His armies were growing rapidly, Spring was back on its feet and its political climate was better than it ever had been before.
"You think you're so much better than me." Tamlin grinned at him, jutting his pointer finger into Rhysand's hard chest, "You think because you generate the most power you can do whatever the fuck you want but there are no consequences, because your word is law. God forbid someone speak badly about our dear High lord of Night. He's our savior!"
"But you wanna know something, Rhys? You are fucking nothing to me. Nothing more than another problem that needs solving. You're an inconvenience who reared your ugly head during Amarantha's reign and then slunk back into Night once she was gone. You showed up as another inconvenience to my life when I was with Feyre, and then when I was lost because of what she did, you decided to be even more of a pest."
Tamlin stood up on the tips of his toes, looking Rhysand dead in the eye as he leaned forward, so close their lips were just barely not brushing. Tamlin slid his hands up Rhysand's chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath his shirt. Rhysand's scent deepened as arousal peeked in. Tamlin smiled, "You're nothing more than a pest to me, but all I have to do is touch you a little and you'll come crawling back."
Tamlin pressed his lips to the outer shell of Rhysand's ear and whispered, "Thats my power, Rhysand. I can have the most powerful High lord helpless with just my touch."
"That-Thats not true," Rhysand breathed.
Tamlin let out a light chuckle, then he abruptly pulled away, Rhysand found himself faltering and nearly stumbling after Tamlin. The High lord of Spring laughed.
"I am doing better than ever without you. You were always just a nuisance. Now..." Tamlin flicked his fingers and a sudden gust of wind knocked Rhysand back, "Get the fuck out of my Court.
*******
"Do you know what's happening with him?" Cassian asked. Feyre looked up from her painting to see who Cassian was pointing at.
Rhysand was sitting by the window, staring out at the gardens whilst his coffee sat on the sill beside him, slowly going cold.
Feyre furrowed her brow, "Yeah, I don't know about that. I've tried getting him to talk but he just shuts down."
Then Feyre went back to her painting, Cassian put a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up again, he looked even more confused and concerned.
"Are you not more concerned? What if somethings going on?" Cassian insisted.
"Cass, its Rhysand, he broods all the damn time. Leave him, he'll start complaining about whatever it is he's upset about in due time."
Feyre turned back to her painting, and Cassian finally left.
At least when Rhysand was being so still, he made for the perfect muse. And the way the sunlight hit his nose was oh so fun to paint.
**********
"Letter to Kallias, check. Letter to Tarquin, check. Eris, check. Helion and Lucien, checkity check." Tamlin crossed off his to do list as he wandered back into his office. It was late. Night had fallen upon Spring and Alis had told him to leave it and go to bed multiple times, but Tamlin wasn't about to quit when he was getting things done at such a fast rate.
Tamlin closed his study door, not looking up from his list as he walked into his office. That was a mistake. As Tamlin slammed into someone as he walked in. The High lord jumped back holding his clipboard back and preparing to swing it when he saw who it was.
"Relax, darling, I won't bite." Rhysand hummed, holding up his hands as he feigned innocence.
"Rhysand. What did I tell you last time?" Tamlin snarled, claws beginning to poke through his fingertips.
"To get the fuck out of your Court." Rhysand tilted his head to the side, "But it's just such a lovely night, I thought I might come around."
"I figured the nights would be lovelier in the Night Court rather than Spring." Tamlin snapped, "What do you actually want?"
"Always straight to the case, aren't you, my love?" Rhysand said, "Alright, I simply thought I would drop this off."
Rhysand plucked a rose from the pocket between realms. Except, it wasn't any ordinary rose, of course it wasn't. This was a rose from the gardens deep in the Hewn City, where the plants grew in complete darkness, learning to creature their own light. It glowed a light, shimmering blue from in between the petals, the stem and leaves a deep black.
"What is that?" Tamlin said, disgust on every word. He wasn't disgusted though; he was actually intrigued. What was Rhysand playing?
"A rose, for you." Rhysand said softly, pressing the rose into Tamlin's chest. Against his better judgement, Tamlin held onto the flower.
"If you wish, I can get you the seeds for those flowers, you can have your own bioluminescent garden if you ask for it." Rhysand said.
"And why would you do that?"
Rhysand gave him a devilish smirk, "Well how else will I convince you to join the dark side?"
***********
Rhysand would not stop coming back. At first it was every week; at some point he would show up. Rose in hand, very quickly Tamlin had a study full of those damn roses. He didn't know why he kept them but... he couldn't get rid of them. Even though at times he wished to simply toss them into the fire and watch the petals shrivel as they burned. He contained himself and simply set them either on the coffee table or a shelf.
At first Rhysand's visits were bearable, at least he wasn't telling Tamlin the world was better off without him in it. But very quickly, the visits increased, going from weekly, to daily.
Tamlin yawned and stretched his arms up high, arching his back as he walked into his study. Prepared for another long day of working.
As he rubbed his eyes, Tamlin suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, then a near feral noise escaped his throat when he saw who was back again.
Would it kill Rhysand to not ruin his day by seven in the morning.
The Night Lord was sitting in one of the small lounges Tamlin kept in his study. One of Tamlin's books in his hands as he ate Tamlin's breakfast which was set on the coffee table.
"Why are you back here?!" Tamlin rushed over and snatched the book from Rhysand's hands.
"I wished to see you," Rhysand drawled, taking a bite out of a piece of toast.
Tamlin drew in a deep breath, calm, calm, calm, "Rhysand, get out."
"Oh? So soon I've only just seen you."
"You saw me yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that." Tamlin snarled, "Go home, see your wife, your son, Cassian probably thinks you're dead!"
Rhysand laughed as he stood up, "Oh alright, I'll be off, but allow me to leave one thing-"
"I swear to the Gods Rhysand if you give me another rose, I will burn it in front of you."
"First of all, you don't believe in God. Second, it is not another rose."
Tamlin rolled his eyes, feeling the familiar pressure of his claws coming to the surface. '
Then what Rhysand pulled out from the pocket between worlds made that anger just... drift away, just for a moment.
He pulled out a necklace. A beautiful silver necklace with a dark gem in the center. Tamlin, caught off guard, stared at it for a moment before blinking up at the male grinning down at him.
"Look at the back of the gem." Rhysand whispered. Tamlin paused for a moment, hesitant. Then he forced himself to life his hands up to touch the necklace in Rhysand's warm hands.
The Spring Lord turned the gemstone over to see on the silver back was a name, Rhysand's in swirling letters.
"You engraved it." Tamlin stated with as little emotion as he could muster.
"I did."
"I am not wearing a necklace with your name on it." Tamlin said, crossing his arms, his eyes never straying from the piece of jewelry, it wasn't extravagant or over the top, but it was beautiful. Even Tamlin could admit that.
"At least try it on, just for a moment." Rhysand insisted.
"I-"
"Just for a moment."
Tamlin didn't know what possessed him to allow it, but he looked up into Rhysand's eyes and just nodded. Turning around he felt Rhysand's fingers brush his hair to sit over his shoulder, then wrap the cold silver around his neck. With quick precision Rhysand clasped it and pulled Tamlin's golden hair to spill down his back again.
"Turn for me." Rhysand whispered. Again, Tamlin listened, he turned around and watched as Rhysand's eyes went up and down along his body. A heat in his gaze that could have set Tamlin alight if he had less pride.
"Beautiful." Rhysand finally said, sliding a finger underneath Tamlin's chin, "Deliciously beautiful."
"Oh, fuck off." Tamlin's face was now a splotchy red. He purposely stepped away from Rhysand, "Go back to the hellish place you reside in."
"Of course, I'll see you again soon, Tamlin darling." Rhysand promised before he winnowed away to the Night realm.
Tamlin wrapped his fingers around the gemstone, wanting to simply snap it off. But... he couldn't find the strength to do so.
Oh well, he'd take it off eventually. Then it he'd burn it along with all those godforsaken flowers.
*******
"Where did you get that necklace?" Alis asked.
Tamlin nearly choked on his pasta. Lucien hit his back and the Spring Lord glared at him, "Thanks."
"You're welcome." Lucien hummed, taking a bite out of his own meal. They were in the kitchens, Alis was busy washing up and both Tamlin and Lucien wished for her company tonight. So, the two ate at the countertop whilst Alis worked.
"Didn't answer my question." Alis pointed out.
Tamlin swallowed, biting into more of his food to try and avoid answering. Lucien now narrowed his eyes at him and Alis seemed more suspicious.
Then something sparked in Alis' eyes, Tamlin couldn't tell if it was amusement or anger, "Don't tell me the Night Lord gave you that."
"The Night Lord what?" Lucien whipped around, dropping his fork onto his plate, disregarding Tamlin's personal space, Lucien leaned in close and snatched up the gemstone observing it closely.
"Get away from me, you bastard!" Tamlin tried to shove him off, but his grip on the necklace stopped Tamlin from using any real strength for fear it may snap.
Then Lucien turned over the jewel and his eyes went wide as his jaw dropped, "Tamlin what in the Mother's name is this?"
"What?! Tell me!" Alis insisted, putting the dishes back into the sink water and rushing over to the two males.
"Nothing! It's nothing-!"
"Rhysand's name is engraved on the back of the gem, if that wasn't enough this is most certainly Night Court jewelry." Lucien said.
"You're kidding me, Tamlin, please tell me you aren't wearing his name on that necklace."
"I am not 'wearing his name' Alis. It is just a necklace." Tamlin stood up from the counter, his appetite lost.
"Just a necklace with his name on it." Lucien mumbled.
"I am done with the two of you, I have actual work to do." Tamlin said as he stormed out of the kitchen.
As Tamlin shut the door and headed for his office, his fingers found the necklace. Wrapping the chain around and around his hand, squeezing the gem. He wanted to rip it off. He wanted to keep it on forever.
What was this strange, strange sensation? Why did he hate how much he loved it?
************
"Feyre, have you noticed something off about Rhysand?" Lucien asked. Helion was throwing a large celebration for his niece's engagement. All were invited to attend, and Feyre found herself sprawled in a lovely lounge, drinking champagne and talking with anyone and everyone, and now currently Lucien.
"Funny, quite a few people have asked me that these past few months." Feyre laughed as she drank from her glass.
Lucien settled into the lounge beside her, a flute in his own hand, "Truly?"
"Yes, everyone has said there is something off about him." Feyre revealed.
"Do... do you see it to?" Lucien asked hesitantly.
"Well of course I do, Lucien, I am his mate after all, I see everything he does."
"Well then, may you enlighten me on what has caused this change?"
Feyre shrugged, "Something, something Rhysand and Tamlin. Isn't that how it always is."
"I... suppose?" Lucien said, "I think they have become... far closer in the past months."
"They have," Feyre agreed, the bubbliness now leaving her body as seriousness took over. "Lucien, may I tell you something in confidence?"
Lucien seemed taken aback for a moment, then he quickly nodded, "Of course, anything Feyre."
"I believe Rhysand is in love with Tamlin."
If Lucien had a drink in his mouth he would've spat it out. Eyes nearly budging out of his head he said, "Oh, oh... What-what has led you o this conclusion?"
"He always goes to visit Tamlin now. He is constantly looking for things for him, always talking about him. Always thinking about him... I don't believe he is in love with me any longer."
"Feyre," Lucien breathed, "I... I'm so sorry-"
"Oh, do not be, we opened our relationship quite some time ago. I just thought perhaps he was still somewhat in love with me. Perhaps that has changed." Feyre spoke with an ease and casualty one would have if they were simply commenting on the weather.
Again, if Lucien had a drink in his mouth he would have spat it out.
"You... opened your relationship?" Lucien questioned.
"Yes Lucien, oh don't look so surprised. When we came together it was quick, rushed because of the war. Neither of us had much time to reflect on ourselves and much of our relationship was fake feelings curated by the bond wanting us together. It was a beautiful facade that eventually fell apart. We won't ever leave each other's side, believe me I love him, it's just... more friendly than it ever was before."
"Ah, I see." Lucien said, "So... Tamlin and Rhysand."
"20 marks Tamlin jumpstarts their relationship." Feyre said.
Lucien let out a loud 'hah' "Thirty."
"Deal." Feyre grinned.
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The night was silent, not even a cricket chirped. As if everything int he Spring Court knew how sacred this small moment was. Rhysand stood before Tamlin, in amongst the gardens. Alone for just this moment.
"Tamlin." Rhysand breathed. He couldn't prevent his hands from cupping his face. Pulling him just a touch closer.
"Rhysand." Tamlin murmured.
"I..." Rhysand faltered, why was he so damn nervous? He had never been nervous before, not even when their friendship was still strong so many centuries ago.
"Yes?" Tamlin bit back the grin on his face.
"I... Gods." Rhysand breathed a laugh.
"Ask your question, Rhys." Tamlin breathed, standing up on his tip toes to meet his eyes. The motion made Rhysand's breath catch in his lungs, he could barely inhale let alone speak a sentence.
"I..."
Tamlin finally slid his arms around Rhysand's neck, "Fine, I'll ask, Rhysand will you do me the pleasure of calling me yours and vice-versa."
Rhysand laughed, he laughed, and the sound was sweet like honey. hands falling to Tamlin's waist he pulled him close and whispered against his lips, "Yes."
Rhysand kissed him, it was slow, but deep and sensual. He tasted like cool mint, and his lips were like silk moving against his. He knew exactly where to push, where to pull. When to hold him tighter, and when to wrap his arms right around Tamlin, encasing him in his embrace. Playing the Spring Lord like a fiddle.
Down in the gardens, Tamlin and Rhysand remained entranced by one another, oblivious to the three laying on the rooftop watching them.
Feyre held out her hand to Lucien, "Pay up."
Lucien grumbled as he reached into his pockets and pulled out a bag of thirty marks. Alis laughed as she reached over for the bowl of popcorn they had brought up.
Thank you for the prompt! Had a bit of fun with this one.
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Ok ok so hear me out
Prompt- basically one where Nesta and Cassian didn’t mate at the end of of ACOSF, never even slept together. Nesta just ends up giving in and agreeing to train or work in the lib and eventually becomes ‘apart’ of the inner circle and does magic and shit for them or whatever.
And cassian of course is overjoyed because nesta is part of the fam now and he keeps trying to play with her or rile her up (like the old Cassian did) back to his old self now that she’s doing what they want but because nesta was forced to submit she’s just a shell of a person, doesn’t want to argue with him or anyone, just does what she’s told. And now cassians beginning to really panic (as he should) because he just wants her to be happy
Love your work btw <3
Did someone ask for ✨Angst✨
Nesta learned young that the world wanted silence from women.
Yes, she had been a woman then. A girl and then a woman and now … a female. Pretty dresses and panting creatures who thought with the parts between their legs and a list of rules she never wanted to follow. The only difference in this life was that it would never end.
The Fae claimed to be different, well, the hypocrites she was surrounded by claimed to be different.
The humans rapped her knucles with hard wooden switches and pulled her spine up straight and sat her on the shelf like a pretty little doll to be silent decoration. They demanded silence and a pretty smile.
Feyre and Rhysand and their merry little court put a sword in her hand and sent her to war even as they demanded the same thing. She was allowed to speak and sweat and curse as much as she pleased. She was allowed to be wild as Feyre always had been, but still they expected silence.
Silence where it mattered.
Nesta found her spot in this court when she started to learn from Elain. When she noticed that no one bothered her no matter how far she fell, how depressed she clearly was, how haunted her eyes looked. No one yelled or locked her away or claimed to hate her. You could not hate a person who never said what they thought.
It was a different kind of freedom, Nesta supposed, to be completely numb. To watch your own too long, too graceful fingers slip past this beautiful, hazy possibility you once clung to with battered knuckles and a warrior’s spirit.
They never commented on her drinking now, though it was worse than it had ever been. Feyre giggled and set bottle after bottle between them on a coffee table as she prattled on about her mate and her baby and whatever new way the world was set to end this time. Nesta smiled now as she never had before. Smiled and nodded and made a well timed joke between sips of pink spiked summer water and Feyre never noticed.
How proud she was of herself, of the warrior sister she plucked from the slums and gave a purpose.
Nesta wore the dresses Rhysand gifted her even though the softest silk felt like sandpaper against her skin. She ate at their table and fought all of their battles and it was almost tolerable.
Living like a tiger in one of those roaming circuses. Not free, not allowed to be what it was born to be, not allowed to revel in its pouncing nature, but … secure. Fed and managed and perfectly fine.
She was perfectly fine.
“Nes is going to kick your ass pretty soon if you don’t get back in the ring, Rhys,” Cassian joked one night as he peeled sweat-soaked leathers from his toned body. Tossing them to the floor, treating the House like his maid the way he always had. The way he would have no reason not to.
“I could kick his ass now,” Nesta said on cue and without inflection. That was her line. Cassian baited Rhys and she flexed the muscles she let him train into her body and agreed with whatever he said.
“It would be a waste for Nesta and I to ever spar with fists.”
Nesta swallowed. She had no line for that. No witty response for mention of her party trick power that was only allowed out on Rhys and Feyre’s command. Cassian swooped in, convinced it was a lasting sensitivity he must save her from. “As long as none of us play her in cards,” he joked.
Nesta rolled her eyes and laughed how she was supposed to.
It wasn’t until later that night, long after the sun had set, when she was drinking her way through Rhys’ rapidly declining supply of good whiskey, that she realized her mistake.
The numbness only worked when no one looked too close. And no one ever cared to … except for him. He always looked too close.
“Mind if I join you?”
“Of course.” Maybe that was where she went wrong. Being too amicable. Somewhere, in a deep echo chamber where she kept all her true thoughts locked away, Nesta knew that she would never acquiesce without a snarky comment. She didn’t have the energy to find that line. And why should she? Everyone but him was fine with this.
Cassian sat too close on purpose, pressed his knee against hers and took a long drag from her glass rather than getting his own. He refilled it and licked the side before giving it back to her.
Nesta took a sip from the other side. His eyebrows knitted together.
“Still insisting on all this fabric I see,” he grinned lecherously, picking up the gauzy end of her nightgown. “Feyre and Mor don’t take you to that fun shop by the rainbow?”
“They do,” Nesta nodded, eyes fixed on a spot in the distance.
“Maybe you would let me join you next time?” He smirked, bicep brushing up against her shoulder.
“If you would like.”
“And you can try some things on for me?” Nesta nodded as she took another sip of her drink.
“If you would like.”
“And then we can go behind the store and fuck like animals in plain sight?”
“If you-“ Nesta paused, mind catching up to the words she had been tuning out.
“There we go,” he sighed, moving back and sinking into the chair beside her. “There was actually life in your eyes for a second there.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
Cassian leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Talk to me, Nes.” She hated when he called her that, hated the softness he insisted on cloaking her with in his own mind. “What’s wrong?”
Everything. “Nothing.”
“That’s bullshit!” Nesta winced, because the last time Cassian said those words to her …
“I’m fine,” she forced a smile. “Really!” She couldn’t go back. Couldn’t go back to being locked away and cut off and terrified. She couldn’t go back to being desperate and under their control all the time.
“You aren’t fine,” he whispered. “You barely even seem like yourself, Nes.”
“Exactly,” she felt her eyes spark for just a second before dousing them in cold water. “I am better now.”
Cassian only blinked. “Better?”
“Just like you all wanted.”
“We didn’t want a shell, Nesta!” His voice rose, cracking at the top in a way she had never heard.
“Of course you did,” she shrugged. “Everyone is happy this way, Cassian.”
“I’m not,” he shook his head, eyes going wide with the realization of just how empty she was now.
Typical Cassian to change his mind just when she gave him everything he wanted.
“I am sorry to hear that.”
“Nesta what the fuck?” He nearly toppled out of his chair, falling to his knees with an audible crack. Nesta raised her legs up and hugged them to her chest to avoid contact. “Nesta this isn’t … where did you go?”
“I am right here,” she smiled her new smile. The one that danced like a reluctant spirit on her lips and would never reach her eyes.
“No,” he shook his head. “No this isn’t … this isn’t you, Nes.”
“Of course it is,” she shrugged. “It is exactly the me you told me to be.” Even her accusations sounded like sleepy sighs. “Train or go to the human lands. I trained. Live here or go to the human lands. I lived here. Play nice or be cut off. I played nice.” Nesta looked up, past his eyes instead of into them. “I followed all your rules, Cassian. You don’t get to change them now just because your favourite toy is broken.”
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Did you ever read ACOSF? What did you think of the twilight baby plot?
Everything I know about ACOSF I've learned against my will lol. One of my best friends kept a play-by-play of each chapter in a Google Doc, so she could spare me the reading experience but also so we could make fun of it mercilessly.
In all seriousness, I knew I was never going to subject my eyes to it directly because I hate Nessian with a burning passion. I one-hundred percent believe that Nesta deserves better than everything she got, and she should've been meaner actually. Even when I somewhat liked ACOMAF, I felt utterly indifferent to Cassian. Who is this bland rice cake taking up the space where Lucien should be? No good dialogue or anything out of that guy. And then SJM wrote Nessian into MAF with all the subtlety of a clown show, and it was over. Nesta hates him! Keep him away from her! If she doesn't kill him, I will!
Most baby plots are horrendous in fiction, and I hate them deeply also. They often reduce women to being pure idiots (why do I have morning sickness after unprotected sex? a mystery!) or they reinforce this false idea that women can only achieve ultimate happiness by having their One True Love's baby. Ah, the number of women I know who are stuck in unhappy marriages, their sense of self completely lost because being a Wife and Mother comes first! Can those things be fulfilling? Absolutely. But a lot of folks are selling a romanticized idea of both, and SJM is no exception here.
Because look at what the Twilight baby plot does. It takes away all of Nesta's power, asserts her feelings of worthlessness, and encourages her to be a breeder for Cassian, who never even told her he loved her in their romance book. It puts her firmly and forever under Rhysand's and the Night Court's boot. It confirms that Feyre has also lost all her agency, that the High Lady title is meaningless, that her found family and Court do not respect her, that Rhysand will lie to her and trap her if it serves him to do so. That, ultimately, her body does not belong to her and she doesn't have a choice.
What really gets to me, too, is that these two women have to change their bodies to accommodate their love interests, their supposed fated mates. Methinks if it was fated, if they really were perfect for each other, this kind of change wouldn’t have been necessary 🤔. But also if this really were a fantasy story with all-powerful magical beings, there’s no reason why Feyre’s pregnancy should’ve been so risky to begin with. Barring that, there’s no reason why a C-section couldn’t have been an option. It was drama for the sake of drama, pain for the sake of pain. All filler, no substance.
Everything surrounding the baby plot and Nesta's forced captivity prove ACOMAF for the lie it is, a romanticized idea about overwritten trauma and choosing the Perfect Guy because he can read your mind and tell you the things you want to hear. I mean, how else do we go from Feyre earnestly believing she wants time with her new love, that a child can wait, to a Feyre who can't think of a single gift to give Rhys besides the news of her pregnancy? (Cue him cumming to the sight of their unborn child. I will never forget, and neither will you, dear anon, I'm sorry. But I didn't write it!)
And idk, given how much pregnancy in general squicks me out despite being a woman myself, how much medical care for women generally sucks, how many people are going through such pain with miscarriages, unviable pregnancies, and unclear yet strict abortion laws... This ain't it, fam! If SJM wants to talk real-life application with her trauma bullshit, then let's talk real-life application! Because no one, not a single person, has an I Am Become Death magic sister who can pull a dying mother and their dying baby back from the brink where medicine and the law have failed them. No one can have their premie who can't survive on its own suddenly turned into a healthy six-month-old. Who does this plot serve? Neither the reader nor the characters benefited.
I genuinely can't understand how SJM, as a mother herself, could write something so tone deaf, without even being brave enough to explore this kind of fear and pain with any care whatsoever. If she wanted Feyre and Nesta to actually bond over something... Feyre's pregnancy and what that means as a human-turned-fae and a mother could have been it. That could have been something the sisters discussed and helped each other with, where they could have learned more about each other and their deeper fears as young women in a society that does not truly respect them. Both of them share in family trauma, for fuck's sake! Now here Feyre is starting a new family at great risk while Nesta is still guiltily mourning the one she lost! The dots are there!
But no. Instead, not even Feyre is allowed to learn the truth about her pregnancy until Nesta tells her, and then Nesta is painted as a villain for doing so. Feyre isn't allowed to have any real opinion or lingering fears or doubts about her fate whatsoever. Because none of this stuff really matters, especially not the trauma. It's about the fucking, rutting, animal sex. It's about the smirking males, their dripping seed, and their inability to be anything besides horny at any given moment. It's about the washboard abs. Hey, a sexy story would be just fine with me! I just wish SJM would fully embrace that (and also write it better lmao) and get off her "I'm God's gift to feminism" soap box. Maybe take off the girlboss shades, too, because ain't none of her female characters even living up to the shallowness of a girlboss. The narrative undermines and undervalues them too much.
Actually, I have to clap my hands to SJM for this baby plot. I've never seen one that destroys two main female characters in a single stroke before. That's how powerful Rhysand's dick is.
#thanks for your question and sorry for this too long response! hate fuels my typing speed!#anti acosf#anti sjm#anti acomaf#books
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Bang Bang
summary you hadn’t known billy hargrove long, but you won’t let the impact he made on you go unnoticed.
warnings angst, pining, grief, and pure unadulterated tears
word count 1,228
note I was writing for my series when Nancy Sinatra’s Bang Bang - My Baby Shot Me Down came up on my Spotify and I just said to myself, ‘wow fuck me up fam.’ And so I thought I shouldn’t keep the tears to myself anymore. tried to once again write this from a gn!reader perspective.
As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!
You’d barely even known Billy Hargrove for a year.
Not even a year.
It might be better to say you hardly knew him.
And yet a part of you felt like you’d known him forever.
When you heard the helicopters roaring by overhead as you stood in your yard that muggy July morning...
You somehow knew in the pit of your stomach that something had gone terribly wrong.
Going inside to ask your parents about it, your mother already had on the television.
The local news affiliate, WCPK was broadcasting from the Starcourt Mall.
“There’s been an accident...” your father said from his armchair, clicking up the volume.
Hope Freeman was reporting in front of the south entrance near the food court.
Smoke was billowing in large plumes from the roof behind her.
But that wasn’t what upset you.
Behind the police tape, to the right of the camera frame, was a busted up muscle car next to a totaled convertible.
There was only one guy in town that you knew who drove a car like that.
Who drove a 1979 Chevy Camaro Z28.
You grabbed your keys.
It couldn’t be true.
There was already a crowd at the mall. You couldn’t even begin to count how many news vans there were.
This was probably the biggest story to ever hit Hawkins to date. But that wasn’t what you cared about.
Your feet carried you to the exact spot. As far as the police tape would let you go.
It was true.
There. Right in front of you.
The passenger’s side of the camaro was wrecked. The sideview mirror was hanging by a thread. The hood was bent up, pulled away from the frame.
The windshield was smashed beyond recognition and ... were there bullet holes?
Water was dripping from the chassis but the remains were still smoldering. The contracting metal still making small clinks and pops as it cooled.
The car looked so horrific. It terrified you thinking of the violence that had occurred overnight.
While you had been none the wiser. Sleeping comfortably.
You felt sick. Guilty. How had you not known?
On the far east side there were still a few ambulances packing up.
You needed to know.
The EMTs were not busy. There was no flurry of activity.
Weren’t they supposed to be helping people?
A gurney was rolling out one of the bay doors. There was a sheet covering their form.
You really, truly didn’t want to think about this. The possibility of who was under there.
Hitting the curb, an arm rolled out.
You choked out a loud sob, your eyes seeing the ring on the middle finger.
Reality was cruel.
You had just seen him a couple days ago.
You had a massive argument that night. He said the most the most terrible things to you.
Things that you never would’ve believed he would say. It didn’t really seem like he himself believed he was saying them.
He wanted you gone. Out of his life. At any cost he said.
You didn’t believe him. It was breaking you.
Shattering you to pieces to hear each biting word come from the lips of someone you trusted so dearly.
Someone you genuinely loved but had no heart to tell.
He pushed you out.
Slamming the door right in your face, and taking everything you thought you had figured out in life with him.
The funeral was miserable.
Not only for yourself but because you knew it was exactly the kind of thing he would have hated.
All the dressed up pomp and circumstance just to be planted in the ground and forgotten by people who pretend and never really knew who the hell you were in the first place.
The fake smiles. The fake tears. The false and empty “I’m sorry for your loss...”
He would have absolutely hated it.
The only person who really seemed to enjoy themselves at his funeral was his father.
The man couldn’t seem to get enough of people’s handshakes and condolences.
He fed on their pity and attention in a way that nauseated you.
You spent most of the service sitting next to his sister Max.
Neither of you said much to one another, but somehow it seemed like you both understood how awful and how stupid this all felt.
You both took solace in each other’s company if only for that reason alone.
It wasn’t even two weeks after the funeral when you heard his father was going to scrap the camaro.
You offered him cash on the spot. You didn’t even care if it was over half your savings that you had been scraping together since you were twelve.
You could not let one more piece of him be destroyed. You just couldn’t.
You lost count of how many times you’d cried since that July morning.
But the time that you cried the hardest was when the camaro was hauled into your driveway.
You had to pry the door open, the hinges creaking in distress.
Glass was everywhere. The dashboard was melted and singed with smoke.
Sitting in the tape deck, half inserted was a Def Leppard cassette, warped from the heat of the fire.
Below in the center console, were his most prized possessions.
His aviators, a zippo lighter, half a remaining pack of Marlboros and two other cassettes. Scorpions and Metallica.
You sat in that car for hours. Crying.
When you couldn’t cry any longer you would just sit there quietly and think.
Think of all the times you had been in this car.
All the times he’d yelled at you for turning down the music. Or rolling the window down. Or touching anything.
Arguing about his car. Arguing in general.
Laughing. God you missed his laugh.
His smile. The way he’d bashfully look away when a genuine grin would grace his lips.
God it all hurt so much.
Why couldn’t it have been you instead?
You wouldn’t have cared. You’d have willingly taken a bullet, run through flames. Gone to hell and back.
If it just could have been you instead.
The thing you hated most about all of this was how little his death affected others.
It felt like your entire world had stopped spinning.
And people. Classmates. Your parents.
Had the nerve. The audacity. To continue on like nothing had ever happened.
You felt like screaming. You wanted them to hurt as much as you did.
They didn’t understand. They didn’t see.
And so you sat in that car. And you would scream. And you would cry.
Eventually you worked up the strength to start cleaning it up.
You cleaned out the glass and the debris.
You replaced the windshield.
You took it to the shop got replacement parts and had the body worked on.
And each time you fixed up another little part of it.
You would talk to him.
You would talk to Billy.
You’d sit in the car and chat just like you had.
You replaced the tape deck and got new cassettes.
When the car was driveable you started taking it out. Not on long outings.
You knew he’d kill you if you did that.
Just enough to keep it working.
And you would drive that car to all the places he liked and the places he’d been.
No one was going to forget Billy Hargrove.
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I LITERALLY stopped working on my memo so I could read this indictment. I am on page 24 and JESUS LUPITA NYONG'O CHRIST. HOW this man still has the capacity to shock me after everything that's happened, i'll never know. but I am sitting here *STUNNED*.
I'll be honest-- b/c i really DO lean into naivete sometimes. it's difficult for me to assume the worst from ppl, even when they have done all of the worst things. so this wholllllle time, i've been thinking, "wonder why he didn't give back those docs. he's probably lost them."
and also, "this dingus just grabbed shit from the white house b/c he's too stupid to know he couldn't. he probably doesn't even realize what he has." lol. nooooooooooooooooooooope. noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooope.
this was a DELIBERATE and CONCERTED effort to remove the most sensitive docs the country has, and KEEP them.........and then SHOW THEM TO PPL AT HIS LEISURE WHILE *ACKNOWLEDGING* THAT HE WAS NEITHER SUPPOSED TO HAVE THEM OR SHOW THEM....
he haphazardly stored the docs ANY DAMNED WHERE........INCLUDING.........IN A GODDAMNED BATHROOM SHOWER.......they were chucked to some random room in Mar a lago, and occasionally the boxes----because there were SOOOOOOOOO MANY--would tumble down......
and TOP SECRET DOCUMENTS.........DOCUMENTS HAVING TO DO WITH DEFENSE PLANS, MILITARY CAMPAIGNS, NUKES, YOU NAME IT.....DOCUMENTS *CLEARLY MARKED* "TOP SECRET" AND "SECRET" AND "CONFIDENTIAL" AND TWO OTHER DESIGNATIONS I'D NEVER EVEN HEARD OF BEFORE TODAY...BUT WHICH APPARENTLY
MEAN SUPER DUPER DUPER DOUBLE PINKY SWEARSIES REALSIES SECRET......WOULD JUST............ SPILL OUT ONTO THE GD FLOOR........AND LIE THERE.........EXPOSED FOR ALL TO SEE.........JUST.....NAKED AND BARING ALL TO THE WORLD LIKE A NATIONAL SECURITY FULL MONTY.
AND AS IF *THAT* WEREN'T ENOUGH.....the Archives asked this MF fifty-leven times to give all this stuff back. and 45 would be all, "I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING I GOT. DAMN. SHIT. THERE'S NOTHING HERE." THEN HE WOULD HAVE HIS AIDES MOVE THE BOXES......
AND HE WOULD TRAVELLLLLLLLLLLLL WITHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE BOXESSSSSSSSSSSS.
and some member of his family....ivanka or melania or lara......ALSO knew he had the boxes...... but he would TRAVEL WITHHHHHHH THEM. BECAUSE THAT WAS--PRESUMABLY--the ONLY WAY TO MAKE SURE HE KEPT THEM.
BUT WHAT'S WILDER STILL............IS THAT THIS MF HAD LAWYERS WHO WERE LIKE, "Fam. For serious. You need to turn in ANYTHING that you have that is a file and belongs to the US Government. DEAD. ASS."
and 45 was all...TO THE LAWYERS.......TO THESE OFFICERS OF THE COURT...."couldn't y'all just tell them there's nothing here?" and "wouldn't it be better if we just.....kinda like.....burned all this shit...you know....if it were here....*hypothetically*."
and one lawyer was all.......
then he was like, "you got this subpoena on may 11. i'm coming through on the first of the month to run through that WHOLE SHIT...and i'ma make SURE *NOTHING* that belongs to THESE UNITED ASS STATES is in that garish monstrosity you pretend is a house."
SO 45 has his body man and his aides MOVE THE BOXES AGAIN. LIKE JUST..........SCORES OF BOXES........HE HAS THEM MOVE A GAZILLION BOXES AGAIN.......TO HIDE THEM FROM.......................HIS *LAWYERS*.
AND THENNNNNNNNNNNNN....THE NIGHT BEFORE THE DAY HIS LAWYER IS SUPPOSED TO COME THROUGH......HE CALLED HIM.......AND WAS LIKE, "Aye, dawg. You still coming tomorrow? I was sitting here talking to the homies and like...we don't know why you're coming. Why are you coming?"
and the lawyer was like, (*presumably deep sigh here*), "I ALREADY TOLD YOU. I'm coming through to move through the house and make sure i can tell them we complied with the subpoena. i'm gonna make sure you don't have anything you're not supposed to. Okay?"
and 45 is like, "OHHHHHHHHH! Right. Cool. Coolcoolcoolcool....cool. Come on through, then. I'll see you tomorrow." Then he hung up. AND HAD HIS BODYMAN MOVE MORE BOXES.
I have to keep reading. but what i really need you to know....is that whoever drafted this is giving us NEXT LEVEL #caliber dorian corey shade. because SPRINKLED THROUGHOUT.....are excerpts from quotes that donald trump gave the press during campaigns and his presidency-
boasting about how good he'd be at keeping this country's secrets safe...how we needed a return to discretion and how ppl who violated national security laws and breached the protections afforded our most sensitive docs needed to be punished with the
full might of the law.
for real.
for real.
GASP.
ch- the lawyer went to mar a lago, and 45 and his aides were just sitting there, like, "oh yeah. this guy wants to make sure we've turned all the stuff in. somebody take him back to the room and make sure he's comfortable."
the lawyer goes, looks around....and finds 38 things that were top secret. and, honest to God....i think they left that stuff there deliberately so that it wouldn't look like they'd cleaned house.
so the lawyer packages up what's left......goes back out, and 45 has the AUGODDAMNEDDACITY TO BE LIKE, "Wassup? How are we lookin'?" HAND TO GOD, this man says, "Is it good? is it bad?" AS THOUGH HE HADN'T DIRECTED EVERYONE TO CLEAN HOUSE.
THEN when the lawyer shrugs and indicates that there's still some chester copperpot level shit in the box he's carrying, 45 MIMES taking out the secret stuff and disposing of it..... MIMES. WITH HIS WEE HANDS.
the lawyer apparently ignores it, and is like, "okay. i'm gonna being in last lawyer and i'm gonna tell her that i went all the way through everything you said you had. then i'm gonna tell her that what i'm holding RIGHT NOW is the last of ANYthing that you have and
aren't supposed to. SO IF THERE IS ANYTHING ELSE IN THIS HOUSE, TELL ME NOW. CAUSE SHE'S COMING WITH AN OFFICIAL ASS PAPER THAT I AM TENDERING TO THE FEDS....AND WE DON'T LIE TO THE FEDS...SO IS THIS IT, DONALD?"
and 45 is like, "on my mama." so the lawyer brings the other lawyer in, and is like, "this is it. this is everything. so you can safely put your good name and your good Bar ID number on this super official sworn statement. b/c 45 said this is it and we've complied."
let me just stop for a moment, right here and tell you that i would *literally* die first... i would ****literally**** ****DIE**** before i relied on that man's representations. i'd lie down in the center of my living room floor-
cover myself up in a blanket- rollllllllllllllllll from wall to wall, back and forth, until i was Dexter secure in the bedding- and then will my body to cease breathing... before i'd put MY NAME on some shit off the STRENGTH of Donald Gargamel John Trump's word.
so the lawyers turned that weak ass certification in.......and told the NATIONAL ARCHIVES RECORDS ADMINISTRATION.........THE ENTITY CHARGED WITH THE TASK OF MAINTAINING OUR COLLECTIVE MEMORY AS A NATION....... "that's all we got."
AS IF THIS FEDERAL AGENCY.........WHOSE *CHIEF* RESPONSIBILITY IS *LITERALLY* TO *KEEP* THINGS......WOULDN'T KNOW.......THIS VERITABLE MOUNTAIN OF DOCUMENTS........WAS MISSING.
the feds got that certification back and looked at that shit like
then they subpoenaed video surveillance from Mar a Lago...... BECAUSE OF COURSE. and what do they see? the bodyman and the aides NOT ONLY MOVING BOXES........but MOVING BOXES ONTO A PLANE... AND THEN THAT PLANE TAKING OFF......WITH TRUMP IN TOW.......FLYING AWAY FOR THE SUMMER
b/c he wanted the boxes with him at his vacation house.
lol..........soooooooooooooooooooo the DOJ sent them boys in....... and the windbreakers searched that stucco, Mediterranean-style abomination from top to bottom...... and found 100+ more protected docs.
your.
boy.
is.
a.
CLOWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.
there's a breakdown of the stuff they found.
my.
word.
every time i see the words "concerning military capabilities of the united states," "concerning nuclear weaponry of the united states"-- i just.... WOW. WOW. WOW. WOW.
this is the bodyman. if the past is indeed prologue, and we draw from my favorite episode in american history ever, brought to us courtesy of messrs. mitchell, haldeman, ehrlichman, colson, hunt, and liddy- HE goes DIRECTLY to jail, and 45....well...doesn't.
I genuinely hope, that if, over the course of these twitter years, you have taken but ONE THING from EVERYTHING I've EVER told you...
It's to not lie to the Feds.
DO NOT LIE TO THE FEDS.
Just decline the interview and get indicted on whatever they've got.
You can beg for grace later. There are literally mechanisms in place for ppl who come clean and are helpful to them down the line. Just decline the interview.
But DO. NOT. LIE.
This dude is the valedictorian of jackasses.
NOT THIS SUZANNE SUGARBAKER-STYLE CONFUSED DENIAL.
anyway, that's it.
in summation,
everything is awful.
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Hey Brit! A question about Andy Bear and Baby girl. I know the Barber fam has their designated movie nights, but in some fics Babygirl just wants to watch movies with him after work. Is this a regular occurrence for them? And what are their favorite things to watch together? I love that he puts up with reality…wish he’d oblige housewives 😭 but besides Love is Blind/Jersey shore, what things do they equally love to watch together?
Andy and Baby Girl curling up on the couch together after a long day of work is a pretty regular occurrence. It's a way for them to relax and reconnect with one another. A good snuggle sesh is the perfect come down after a rough day spent in court or dealing with clients.
Below is a list of what they're watching now. Keep in mind, these are shows they actually pay attention to, versus the stuff they put on for background noise when they're in more of a Netflix and Chill type of mood.
The Righteous Gemstones: they stumbled upon this one after randomly watching a movie with Danny McBride. That dysfunctional family and their ridiculous megachurch makes for some quality TV. And their favorite characters are Judy Gemstone, Uncle Baby Billy, and Keefe.
Yellowjackets: they recently binged both seasons one and two and were pissed at Misty over the whole Natalie debacle. Andy was also a big fan of Elijah Wood's guest starring role.
Mayor of Kingstown: Baby Girl was riveted during the entire time they binged that show. She kept asking questions about whether or not things were actually that corrupt in their own city. She really put her man in the hot seat.
Based On A True Story: This one actually took some convincing on Baby Girl's part. She loves anything with Kaley Cuoco, but her Big Man wasn't sold. However, they were both pleasantly surprised by just how much they enjoyed the show. It's not often that something makes them laugh out loud.
Jack Ryan: Andy had already seen season one of the show before he convinced his girl that she might like it too. It turns out he was right. Although, he was a little annoyed when he realized that his television companion had developed a bit of a crush on John Krasinski. But at least he's better than Lloyd Evans-Drysdale.
Dexter: this is a re-watch for both of them. They finished the series years ago and just randomly decided to start watching it again from the beginning during a lazy weekend. Although they both agree that the final season is trash.
Hope this answers your question! Thanks for the ask and enjoy the rest of your weekend!
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If the Hamatos had managed to get Galois/Donnie (as well as Cassandra) back to the lair, how would that seen have played out? I can imagine them giving the family a quick runaround the base before both were cornered and put in the medbay. From there, the two would have just remained huddled in the corner, only responding civilly to Michelangelo while hissing/cussing/insulting/threatening everyone else.
Most of their plans didn't involve either of them being like...fleeable when they're brought back. The main plan they've been working off of was to sedate Cass and have Donnie somewhat restrained before portaling them back. And hopefully Donnie would chill out a little knowing they had Cass and could hurt her, (they wouldn't, but Donnie would still be afraid of that) but even if not it would be five against one. Splinter alone could handle him.
Then the plan was to handcuff them to something, leaving a captive audience while everyone presented their evidence and pitched their appeals. But not right away-they would have left Donnie to calm down, (supervised, but lightly) waited for Cass's drugs to wear off. If they got to Memory Court Galois probably would have just shut down rather than suspect his father, bitten anyone who got close and yelled obscenities until he was sedated himself, but I don't think it ever would have gotten to that point.
There's reasons Draxum used The Table and didn't just lock Donnie in what would be his room, or put him in a cage like he did his father. Donnie was too smart, and given enough time (and enough time for him would be like one night) he'd figure out a way to escape. The only way to prevent this was to make it so he literally couldn't move.
The fam does not have the heart to do that to Donnie. So Gale would be given some slack. And he'd use that. He'd figure out a way to free himself, to conceal the fact, and then he'd probably attack someone. If, say, Leo had had his shit together in chapter 19 of doth and portalled them all home right away-that would have ended very badly, especially since they hadn't even known then that Donnie didn't know who they were. And he had knives. Galois has been trained to kill if necessary, and Draxum has a much looser definition of necessary than Splinter does.
Oh, and the whole kidnapping thing would have broken any trust they had in Mikey, so they'd probably hate him even more. They would consider Bella a traitor and refuse to talk to her. The only one who might have been able to get a genuine response from either of that would be Cass's dad.
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Dramatics - Small Feysand/Nyx/Gwynriel One Shot
Been a minute hey? It’s not too great but it’s something to get me started again on here. Hope you enjoy it! Missed the tumblr fam
The Night Court’s lights were brilliantly bright and blazing away. The city night lights held their sway and in the midst of the colourful rainbow, numerous bodies waived and cheered to the melodious tunes rendering only sheer joy.
Feyre laughed as her son swept her through the dancing crowds in the middle of the colourful pavement.
“Ease down, your mom is old.“
Nyx snorted as he twirled her around to the beat.
“Oh please, you’re the cursebreaker. If anyone can keep up, you can.”
She pinched her son on the side and he yelped.
“Still a handful after all these years huh?”, remarked Gwyn who was dancing with his father, the High Lord of the Night Court.
His father shuffled his feet playfully along Gwyn’s to the joyful tune.
“I fought many wars, but nothing gives me chest pain quite like my daredevil son does.”
“I’m not that bad!”
“Yes, you are”, said all of them in unison.
His father and Gwyn moved along debating on whether the priestess/valkyrie could convince the High Lord of an an annual pegasus race.
“Gwyn, that’s insane. I’ll be broke at the rate all of you are making me buy them from Hellion.”
“Oh come on! It would be so fun and you’re rich, you can afford it.”
Rhysand groaned.
Nyx and his mother chuckled but his laughter died down as he noticed the quiet look on his Uncle Azriel’s face.
He leaned in towards his mother a bit as the dance slowed.
“Uncle Az is a bit down isn’t he?“
His mother nodded.
“What’s up?”
A secret smile grew on his mothers face.
“Aunt Gwyn is giving him the silent treatment and he’s absolutely miserable.”
“Ah, in love and still clueless about it?”
His mother nodded.
“We should help them along right?”
His mother snickered, “Why do you think your father is slowly leading the dance towards Azriel?”
Just a moment later, he heard his father let out a loud and slightly exaggerated groan near Uncle Azriels place.
“It’s my damn knee again!”, he let out a dramatic sigh.
“Are you okay?”, Aunt Gwyn put a worried hand on his arm.
“I’ll be fine. Here, Azriel you must take over and dance with Gwyn. It’s rude to leave a lady in between a dance.”
Before either could object, his father placed her hand in uncle Azriels hands and his shadows instantly intertwined with her fingers.
His father limped towards them.
“Feyre darling, I need rescuing.”
“Oh is that so?”
“Absolutely.”
“Rhys.”
“Yes?”
“I thought you injured your right knee during the war.”
“I did.”
“And yet you’re limping with your left?”
A sheepish look entered his fathers eye.
His mother snorted and pretended to offer him support while giving him a quick kiss below his chin.
“And you called me the busybody.”
His parents started making gooey eyes at eachother which told him they were having a secret and probably and inappropriate conversation.
Nyx groaned and turned around, “and that’s my cue to leave.”
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Rating all the characters that i can remember. And know the names of.
A/N: In my defence, it’s my birthday and I am lazy to write anything but I felt like being a judge person for once just to be petty thus this came out. Also I categorised Lucien under Night Court so yeah :^
Night Court:
Rhysand (8/10) — Just over all a good person but he has a couple downfalls and stuff I don’t like about him.
Cassian (7/10) — Nesta. Just how he treated Nesta. Just no.
Azriel (9/10) — I am very very very very very aware that I am biased. But the one point was because he likes Elain and I’m really praying they don’t end up together.
Feyre (8.5/10) — Call me picky but I think her sisters deserved more credit and I like her independence but just not my favouroitre character.
Mor (10/10) — Like she can hold a grudge but she is a queen. A little toxic though but see and therapist and we’ll be fine haha.
Nesta (10/10) — I don’t need a reason.
Elain (6/10) — Zero character that we can really see like i would like to know more but also yeah. I’m biased I know.
Amren (9.5/10) — the .5 is because she is scary like help me.
Lucien (10/10) — Good character, overall okay arc and sweet personality
Autumn Court:
Beron (-1000000000/10) — He’s dead to me.
Lady of Autumn (10/10) — I respect anyone who can raise her children while being abused. Also she’s a queen. No arguments I will die on this hill.
Eris (10000/10) — I am aware that I am biased. Shut up.
Five brothers (0/10) — I don’t know them that well. But they acted like assholes during the time I did know them.
Spring Court:
Tamlin (3/10) — I have faith that he’ll change. But for now he’s an asshole so 3.
Winter Court:
Kallias (8/10) — Hot wife. Good personality. Protective of his fam. Likes children.
Vivian (10/10) — She’s hot. *shrugs*
Summer Court:
Tarquin (8/10) — I can’t complain. but I don’t like him that much.
Every one else in that court is hot.
Day Court:
Helion (9/10) — Total dilf. I think it’s just my daddy issues.
Dawn Court:
Thesan (6/10) — decent personality. Practical, straight forward. Not my type but he’s not bad.
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Jordan's out here liking posts where I briefly mention Adelle so lemme go off about Adelle and the verses Clari gets to interact with her.
In a couple verses, Clari just shows up completely broken in one way or another. In some she's pretty functional as an adult but still trying to keep herself together 24/7.
Regardless of verse tho: Adelle doesn't give her pity, but Adelle treats her like her own daughter (she brought Clari into this world all by herself and the vibes say she will absolutely threaten her bio mom about it if she ever gets the chance, either with violence or ripping her into shreds financially and burying her in court costs and CRIMINAL CHARGES).
And while Clari doesn't think she's worth much, Adelle repeatedly reminds her that she is. And she will not let Clari talk down about herself like, ever. She absolutely engages Clari's interest in sciences, and is basically like "Well you may have only taken Earth Space Science in high school but today we're talking about gene splicing, also watch me run experiments and ask me questions. But also please don't touch the acid, I don't want to find out if you can juggle it, dear." And Adelle just gives Clari grace and patience to learn.
And TO BE HONEST, Clari is scared SHITLESS of meeting Jordan's parents in the main verse canon, which is hilarious cause she literally meets Adelle and like 4 minutes later Adelle is stitching up her bullet wounds from the Party in Ep 4. This is also the same night Clari admits she definitely likes Jordan and kisses him so it's moving FAST but it's honestly wholesome (I love Jordan and Clari as a pairing and I will die on this hill defending these two).
In the verses where Clari basically moves in with Jordan/Jordan's fam (in lieu of finding Cas/Joining the Lair Dwellers/Post Canon, she is literally doing the MOST to be a good house guest because she doesn't EVER want to disappoint Adelle or Mal (Jordan's dad), or have them think she is mooching off them or whatever she gets in her brain.
AS ANOTHER SIDEBAR:
Jordan's sister and Clari get along like a damn forest fire and honestly she even gets along with David who has foot in mouth syndrome a lot (it's Clari, she's just so easy to like most of the time, poor guy never stood a chance)
And-- AND-- After getting comfortable around Mal, he is absolutely her new dad and Jed can kick rocks cause Mal is the only adult male figure in her life that genuinely cares about her wellbeing (other than Roger, briefly, later on).
Edit from @bloodbulletsandbytes
"Only thing you got wrong is what Adelle would call her; darling, not dear :) And David also definitely still puts his foot thoroughly in his mouth most of the time, at least for a while XD"
#bloodbulletsandbytes#don't touch me i'm crying about Clari getting the familial love she deserves#also#(JordanxClari) The Light Behind Your Eyes#m: Clari#c: Adelle#correct me if I'm wrong but I'm basing it off the vibes XD
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