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prettiestdolliestgirl · 4 months

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Overwhelming ecstasy

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

tags: 18+, soft dom!mike schmidt, sub!reader, loss of virginity, slight age gap (reader is 24 and mike is 27), masturbation, grinding, size difference, piv, creampie, kind of wholesome(?), aftercare

synopsis: you’ve been dating Mike for a couple of weeks now after being friends for years, you haven’t had sex yet but tonight Abby is sleeping over at a friend’s house and you and Mike are finally going to have some time alone.

-> inspired by the song jupiter by flower face

the three of you are standing on the porch of Mike and Abby’s house, hugging the little girl as her friend’s mother is waiting for her to get in the car.

“you can call if you need anything okay? shelly’s mom has my number, you can ask to call me anytime and i’ll come pick you up whenever you want” Mike tells his little sister, kneeling in front of her to hug her.

“i know! can i go now?” Abby says as she tries to pull away from her older brother’s hug, eager to leave and have fun with her new friends.

“yeah of course…” Mike answers.

as Abby lets go of her brother’s embrace, she turns to you and hugs you tightly. you hug her back and can’t help but feel grateful to have both her and Mike in your life. you met Mike as a little girl, both your parents and his were really good friends, and both of your families used to have weekly dinners and go on trips together. of course, that was before the incident with Garret. you’ve always been extremely close to him, helping him as much as you could throughout all of his hardships. you always knew there was something more, even when you were just a little girl, you knew Mike was the one for you. for years, you were pining in secret, desperately hoping one day he would notice that your feelings were more than platonic. miraculously that day happened, two weeks ago, you promised Abby to sleep over and watch movies with her. you told Mike to get some rest while he could as you took care of Abby the whole night. you both had a lot of fun and even though Mike was in his room trying to sleep, he couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your giggles echoing throughout the house. when he woke up the next day, he knew he wanted to be with you, he never felt that way about anyone before.

in the morning the day after you and Abby’s girl’s night, Mike made the first move. you both bantered as usual but you felt a strong tension that was not there before, that’s when he kissed you for the first time as you were making Abby’s breakfast. you were extremely surprised, after years of desperate devotion to Mike, you had started to lose hope that things could escalate further between the two of you. but they miraculously did and even though you were itching to ask what might have made him suddenly express his attraction to you, you preferred to stay quiet so as not to ruin the moment.

tonight would be the first night you ever spent alone in the house together. as Abby is approaching her friend’s mom’s car you both wave, “have fun Abbs! and don’t forget you can call whenever!” Mike yells out as she is now already in the car. the mother inside the car waves as she leaves their driveway. mike is pretty anxious to let Abby sleep over at someone else’s house. he is extremely protective over his little sister which is linked to his little brother’s disappearance but Mike talked to Shelly’s mom enough times to feel like Abby will be safe and well taken care of there.

mike lets out a big sigh as the car is now out of sight and looks back at you. “just us” he says with a slight smirk.

“just us” you repeat with a soft smile.

the both of you go back inside of the house and you decide to get yourself a glass of water. you can’t help but apprehend tonight, you knew things would probably escalate and get intimate between you and Mike but the thing is you’ve never been intimate with anyone before. despite being 23, you never really felt that kind of attraction for anyone, well anyone other than Mike. men often try to get their way with you when you go out to bars or clubs with friends but you never felt an attraction strong enough to actually go through with it. you’ve kissed a guy in high school but that’s about it, you never really understood how to touch yourself properly either so you never had an orgasm before. you often talk about it to your friends and honestly feel like you’re missing out. despite your inexperience, you still want to try your best and make Mike feel good, he works so hard, he is under so much stress, you want nothing more but to help him relax. Mike had that energy, he had something that made you feel protected as if he was in control of everything happening around you, and sometimes you imagine what it would be like for him to control you.

you’re sitting on the couch watching a TV show, not really paying attention to it, instead, you’re thinking about what might finally happen tonight.

you stayed up late at night ever since you hit puberty, thinking about Mike and his calloused hands, his beautiful brown eyes, and his husky voice keeping you up at ungodly hours, just fantasizing about finally getting close to him.

as your college is close to Abby and Mike’s, you have been spending a lot of time with them lately and your dreams about him have become more and more frequent. just thinking about it was making your cheeks all shades of pink. you turn your head to see Mike watching the TV, slouching on the couch, his hands resting on his stomach. you’ve always been attracted to him, but something about him tonight was driving you insane, maybe it was the way his black sweatshirt hugged his broad shoulders or the simple look of his relaxed body but whatever it was, it was making you feel helpless.

you look at Mike sitting next to you and speak up “I think i’m going to take a shower, is that okay with you?” you ask him. “yeah yeah no problem” he says looking back at you, not noticing your flustered expression and the slight red tint on your cheeks.

you got up and got your night dress from your bag and the underwear you had meticulously prepared two days ahead. for your first night together, you opted for a white ruffle nightgown with lace details and a small baby pink bow sitting on its low-cut neckline. your set of underwear also matched your nightgown and it made you feel pretty and comfortable.

you kiss him on the top of his head and proceed to head to the bathroom to take a shower in a desperate attempt to cool yourself off. you undress slowly and get in the shower, the warm water hitting your skin. you get soap everywhere on your body and begin to clean yourself up but can’t help feeling aroused at the thought of your hands being Mike’s, cleaning every part of your body. slowly and hesitantly, your hands travel down to your lips. As you slowly caress the slit, you move your fingers closer and closer to your clit. you begin to feel nice but as always, you’re blocked, you can’t seem to know your body well enough and can’t seem to ever get to your climax. after a while, you get quite frustrated so you turn off the water and decide to get changed. you slip in your underwear and then in your short nightgown, your breasts slightly spilling out of it.

you head back into the living room and find Mike in the same slouched position as you left him. he turns his head to you and you see his gaze slightly change. ever since you moved near his house for college and you’ve been spending more time around at the house that time spent together helped Mike slowly realize that he had feelings for you that went further than a simple platonic bond.

whenever you laughed or played with Abby, he could feel his heart melt. but as he grew up with you, he never really saw you in a sexual light, he knew he was extremely attracted to you but he never really thought of you that way, except since you had started dating. mike felt a bit awkward about it and you two never really talked about it before so when you hugged him a bit tighter than usual and he felt your breasts pressed against his chest, Mike couldn’t help but excuse himself to release the pressure it had caused in the bathroom.

you and Mike never really talked about having sex or sex as a whole, but both of you somehow knew it was going to happen tonight.

you feel your cheeks getting really warm as you feel his intense glare on your body. you sit back on the couch, right next to him and an awkward silence fills the room for what feels like 5 whole minutes. suddenly, you suggest “we could watch a horror movie?” locking eyes with him.

“yeah that would be really fun” he says, followed by an attempt to clear his voice.

you chose the Blair Witch Project as neither of you had seen it before. Mike gets two beers from the fridge and you get blankets to snuggle on the couch. you switch off all the lights and sit next to each other as the movie starts. you love horror movies, you always did but that didn’t exempt you from getting scared when watching them. the lack of light in the room and the loud volume of the television made it impossible not to jump at every single jump-scare. Mike sensed that you were getting quite scared so he placed his hand on your thigh, showing you that he was there and that everything was okay. a jump scare had you by surprise and made you, almost instinctively move closer to Mike’s side. Mike then offers to move even closer “come over here” he says in a soft voice as he helps your body to his lap. you sit on his lap, your head sitting on his shoulder, his chest facing your back.

Mike is holding your body as you are both watching the film, as you get scared you bury your head in his neck until whatever’s scaring you on the screen is gone. another jump-scare makes your whole body twitch but as you do so, you proceed to get higher on Mike’s lap, now sitting directly on his crotch. as your nightgown is pretty short, his jeans are in direct contact with your underwear but you are so caught up with the movie that you fail to notice it. Mike on the other hand couldn’t think about anything else. slowly he felt a bulge growing in his jeans. he didn’t know what to do and the fact that you kept moving around wasn’t helping his case. the movie was close to its end, but Mike don’t think he could wait until then.

slowly and with care, Mike tries to move his hips in a desperate try to hide his bulge from you. it doesn’t, actually it does the exact contrary as his sudden movement snaps you out of the movie’s tension to another tension, the one growing inside of Mike’s jeans. you feel extremely flustered as all of a sudden you catch Mike’s move as one to make you notice his bulge instead of him trying to hide it from you so you decide to be brave. you sat up on his lap, pretending to be particularly intrigued about the end of the movie, and began to gently grind on his lap. you feel his bulge getting bigger under the weight of your body. Mike calls out your name softly, and you look back at him. he gestures to you to move your body to face him and so you do.

you’re now facing him and you smile looking at his face which is only softly illuminated by the television. the movie is now ending and the credits are starting to roll but neither of you move. mike pulls you in for a kiss and you reciprocate, as you do, you can feel Mike melting into the kiss.

his bulge is twitching as you slowly go back to grinding against it. you can’t help but comment at the size of it “what the hell” you murmur almost talking to yourself. mike slowly chuckles at your comment and asks you “do you want to see it?” with a slight smirk. you nod shyly while looking away from him, feeling quite embarrassed. you had no idea of what you were supposed to do or say as you’ve never been intimate with anyone before. you get off his lap and Mike gets up, turns on a small light, and turns off the TV. your eyes follow his every move while you are still sitting on the couch. he sits back next to you and asks you “do you really want to do this?”. you nod again but mike objects “speak up.”

“i… i want to see it mike.” you say shyly followed by a loud gulp. “good girl” answers mike.

mike gets up again, and stands in front of you. he takes a long time to unbuckle his belt, your eyes are glued to his big calloused hands as they’re removing his jeans’ button. as you see him go for the zipper you quickly stop him by grabbing his wrists. you look up at him through your eyelashes and bring your face closer to his bulge, you then start to take the zipper in your mouth and meticulously bring it down. mike slightly chuckles as he finds you trying to take the lead quite endearing.

mike lets his jeans down leaving him in nothing but his boxers. you’re now face to face with his erect member, you have never seen one in real life before and you can’t help but feel impressed.

you look at it, motionless for a couple of seconds before finally caving in, bringing your fingers to mike’s bulge. you touch it hesitantly, tracing its length with a soft touch. mike winces “f-fuck”, you can feel him twitch under your fingers. you don’t know how to interpret his grimace, “did i do something bad? i’m sorry i just really wanted to feel it, i should’ve asked…” you say looking up at him, quickly removing your hands from his body. Mike catches your wrist and pulls your hand back on his crotch “please, don’t stop”.

you obey and draw circular motions on his tip. you look up to see Mike’s eyes rolling from pleasure, this motivates you to be bold. you bring your face closer to his still-clothed bulge and timidly start to kiss and suckle the fabric of his boxers.

Mike needs more but he wants to treasure every single second he has. as he looks down at you, he can’t help but let out a groan of pleasure at the sight. his eyes wandered lower from your face to your breasts. he can’t help but think about the amount of times he grew semi-hard just at the thought of them. your nightgown’s low-cut neckline left little to the imagination, your breasts spilling out of it. he gently cupped your face with his hands and kneeled to be face to face with you, you looked at him with a confused look for a second but he quickly pulled you in for a kiss. the kiss was sloppy and needy, he pulled away and traveled down to your neck, suckling and biting your skin. he stopped to take in the scenery before burying his face between your breasts, kissing and cupping both of them with his hands as he performed circular motions on your nipples with his thumbs through your nightgown. you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, bucking your hips for any friction.

mike sees how desperate you’re getting and decides to help you out. he steadily removes your nightgown from your body, reviling your matching underwear set “you had it all planned didn’t you?” he says with a slight smirk forming on his face. you can’t even say anything back as all you can manage to word is incoherent babbling mixed with moans. mike then proceeds to sit next to you and tugs your body on top his his. as you’re sitting on his lap, you hurriedly move your hips up and down, grinding sloppily on his clothed member, trying hard to feel him through your panties. “mike… mike this feels… feels so good” you sound like a mess, moaning and panting while trying to form half a sentence. mike puts his hands on your hips, guiding you as you grind on his throbbing member. « fuck baby if you keep going like this I might come in my boxers » Mike remarks as he groans loudly.

“Mike, I am ready, I want to feel you” as soon as the words left your mouth, Mike freed his cock from his boxers, ready to do just what you asked him to. you let out a small gasp at the view of his girthy member, this turned Mike on even more which he didn’t believe could be possible. Mike helps you remove your panties and you can’t help but feel embarrassed as you are soaking wet. Mike loves it, as you were trying to hide your face with your hands. he gently pulled your hands away « be good for me, let me see your pretty face as I make you cum ».

Mike glides on his hands and guided it to your cunt, the sound you make as his fingers find your clit are almost pornographic. when Mike pulled his hand away you cried out from frustration, he guided his fingers to your mouth “now lick it.” he ordered. you obeyed and tasted yourself while he watched with an intense glare. as you were done scrupulously licking every drop of your liquid on his fingers Mike asked you “are ready for me baby?”. you nod vigorously. he teased you by brushing his tip against your clit which made your body jolt in pleasure. « tell me if it hurts alright? » he says as he knows it is your very first time, you look up at him and kiss him as a way to tell him to keep going. he finally gave his first thrust, his cock stretching you for the very first time. it felt really weird at first but after a few thrusts, you started to get acquainted with the feeling and getting more and more into it. « baby… you’re so tight, feels so fucking good » Mike vocalizes his pleasure as you’re loudly moaning, getting closer and closer to your climax « Mike I’m going to… I need to… ». he suddenly speeds up his pace, until you both came in unison.

you pull away from him and sit next to him, still panting « I’ve never felt anything like this before ».

« neither did i » he echos as he turns to face you, looking at you lovingly. he gets up and gets you one of his t-shirts to put on and gets you a glass of water. « you did so well baby » he murmurs as he kisses your forehead and places the glass of water on the coffee table in front of the couch.

A/N: aaah okay this was my very first fanfic and I was extremely nervous to post this but I have been obsessed with Josh Hutcherson for months now, more particularly with Mike Schmidt he honestly awakened something in me! I have been using tumblr again for a few months now and I’ve been loving it, it feels like such a safe and cool place to hang out! i really missed it! i didn’t really proofread and english is not my mother’s tongue so I am sorry if there is any grammatical errors in this! also I love flower face so much and this song has been on repeat for months it’s sooo good!

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 1 year

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chapter xv - gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 4,300+

Warnings: violence, suggestions of sexual assault

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Feyre watched her boys from across their breakfast nook. Nyx was babbling happily in his father’s arms. His wings were now strong enough to reflect his emotions. They flapped lightly when he was happy – like now. They sagged when he was sad or tired. And they folded tight against his back when he was angry.

Rhys was feeding him patiently as he tried to also read reports that Azriel had dropped off late last night.

She should’ve known something was going to ruin their peaceful morning.

The front door being thrown open was so loud that they didn’t even need their fae hearing to catch it.

Cassian, Feyre and Rhysand both said into each other’s minds, while also sharing a look. Only the giant Illyrian would be so noticeably loud with his entrance.

They heard every one of his steps as he marched his way towards them.

To their surprise, Cassian opened the door to show that Azriel had been right on his heels.

“What is it?” Rhys asked seriously, knowing from their expressions alone that something was very wrong.

“Y/N is gone,” Cassian answered hurriedly.

“Gone?” Feyre repeated. She and Rhys both stood from their seats.

Nyx eyes sensed his parent’s tension and whined in his father’s arms, eyes filling with crocodile tears.

“Her room was empty when I went to escort her to her shop this morning,” Cassian explained. “Drawers were left open and her belongings were strewn about. She packed lightly, left almost everything behind.”

“Her shop hadn’t been opened for the day. Her scent was nowhere to be found there,” Azriel chimed in.

“We’ve searched all of Velaris,” Cassian added.

Rhys turned his attention to his Spymaster. “Azriel, I thought you had your shadows following her…”

Azriel bowed his head with shame. “It’s as though she…vanished. She must have cast some sort of cloaking spell.”

“Brother, can you hear her?” Cassian asked Rhys and then looked to Feyre for help on the matter as well.

But Rhys shook his head before the question was even finished. “Once she understood our daemati abilities, I believe she created an amulet to block us.” He shrugged, “Evidently, it made her uncomfortable.”

Cassian cleared his throat and took a step forward. “There’s something else you should know. But you must promise to control yourself.”

Feyre took their son from her mate.

Rhysand’s gaze darkened. “What happened?”

But Cassian stood his ground. “Promise me.”

“Fine,” Rhys cooly. “I promise.”

“Last night, Nesta told Y/N the truth about Eris.”

Feyre closed her eyes and let out a long, frustrated sigh.

Nyx let out another whine, earning him a gentle kiss from his mother.

“Did she tell her about the deal?” Rhys asked.

Cassian shook his head.

“But we should assume she still knows – with her ability to find out information the way that she does,” Azriel commented darkly.

“Does my sister not understand the risk she took?” Feyre asked exasperated. “If something happens to Y/N while she is still within the border of Night Court, the blood oath could finally claim what its owed!”

But to everyone’s surprise, Rhysand comforted his mate. “Y/N deserved to know the truth, Feyre darling.”

“She most likely left last night,” Azriel added. “Which means she’s probably halfway to Day Court as we speak.”

“She wouldn’t try the mountains,” Cassian thought aloud. “Probably stuck to the coast this entire time. Y/N would know that’s the safest route.”

“Both of you, search the eastern shores,” Rhysand ordered.

Suddenly, Nesta burst into the room, breathing heavily. “She bought two horses. A stableboy in the city told me she was there late last night and paid him in fine jewelry.”

The males all shared a look. “If she’s on horseback, she is already in Day Court,” Cassian explained.

Feyre let out a breath of relief. Fae bonds were specific and rigid things. Rhys had promised Y/N’s safety to Eris as long as she resided in Night Court.

But that didn’t mean Feyre was done worrying about Y/N.

“How do we know she’s heading south?” Nesta challenged.

“The Mortal Lands are the only home she knows. That is where she will go,” Azriel explained quietly.

Nesta’s gaze narrowed. “But what if she is going to Eris?”

Feyre was the one who answered. “I don’t think she is, Nesta.”

Nesta exhaled, knowing her sister was most likely right. To mortals, the mating bonds of fae felt…overwhelming and somewhat terrifying. All Y/N knew was that Eris felt something toward her, something that she was completely oblivious to. It could all be so confusing.

“But what do we tell him?” Nesta asked. “What do we tell Eris?”

“We tell him nothing,” Rhysand answered curtly. “At least, not yet. We must search for her first. Otherwise, Eris could possibly lose all reason, and his father will surely be suspicious then.”

“I’m going with Azriel and Cassian,” Feyre announced.

“Elain and I will stay with Nyx,” Nesta announced.

“I will send word to Helion,” Rhysand nodded. “He be wary that we are asking about a mortal. And he will annoy me with far too many questions. But we must risk it.”

Everyone started to take their leave.

Feyre slowly handed her son to Nesta. “For what it’s worth, I believe you did the right thing telling her. I just wish you would have come to us first.”

Nesta scoffed. “All of you would have only tried to stop me.”

And perhaps she was right.

“Now, go and help them find her.” Nesta nodded towards the front door that her mate and Azriel had just left through.

But once she was alone with her nephew, Nesta began to wonder: what would they do once they found Y/N? Drag her back to Night Court? Clearly, Y/N had no desire to be here any longer. So, would they force her back? Truly make her a prisoner?

Cauldron, what must Y/N think of all of them now?

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One Week Later…

Eris had felt a weight in his stomach that had been making him nauseous for nearly a week now.

Something wasn’t right. His heart told him it was Y/N.

Eris noticed his mother’s concerned looks during the few times he’d been in the same room as her.

But his father had been keeping him so busy with last-minute commands that there was no way for Eris to sneak off to the Night Court to check on Y/N or even speak to his mother.

Now he found himself in a rare moment alone in his chambers. And he couldn’t even find the patience to sit.

Instead, he paced back and forth beside the giant fireplace.

It was storming outside, a common occurrence in Autumn Court. But as the night went on, the lightning and thunder became more frequent, more aggressive. What was it leading to?

Eris tried to think of way to sneak off without Beron or his spies noticing. Dare he even risk such a thing when his father seemed hidebound on keeping him close.

There was a tension beneath his skin, scrapping against bone and muscle. It left him restless. It left him aching.

Something was coming – whether it was coming for him, Eris did not know.

But he was pulled form him inner turmoil when a letter appeared out of nowhere and floated down, right before his very eyes.

Eris swore his heart stopped.

Surely whatever Rhysand had to say would answer this gnawing feeling Eris could not get rid of. Had Y/N been attacked again? Was she hurt? Had that bastard shadowsinger made her cry again?

Eris held his breath as he opened the letter from the High Lord.

She knows. She knows who you really are to her. And she ran when she found out. We have been looking for her for a week. She must be cloaking herself. We expect that she is heading for the Mortal Realm. Eris, we need your help. She needs your help.

Eris swore he saw red.

Y/N knew. She knew and she ran. Why would she do such a foolish thing? She was safe in the Night Court.

“Fools,” Eris hissed to himself as he scrunched up the paper in his fist and then lit it aflame, not releasing his grip until it was only ash.

All of them were fools.

What had they said o make her flee? She’d built a life for herself in Night Court. And she had abandoned it so swiftly. Was the thought of being his mate so horrific? Did Y/N think all of them would eventually force her to be with him?

Eris’ mind raced with hundreds of questions.

He had to join the search – immediately.

Suddenly, someone knocked on his door.

“Leave me be!” Eris growled.

But they knocked again, even harder this time.

Eris marched to the door, preparing to harm whoever dared disturb him.

When he threw open the door, one of Beron’s most loyal advisors stood before him.

“What?” Eris hissed.

“The High Lord requests your presence in the throne room, my lord.”

“I must decline,” Eris forced the words out.

To ignore his father’s request was to play a most dangerous game.

“The High Lord will not except a declination.”

It was a warning. Eris understood that.

What he was trying to figure out was how much he cared at this moment, when Y/N was treading through the most dangerous territory in the Fae Realms - alone!

Eris snarled before physically shoving past the advisor so harshly that he almost knocked the male off his feet.

Eris didn’t wait for his escort as he stomped to the throne room.

Whatever his father wanted, hopefully it wouldn’t take long. Then Eris could flee and find Y/n.

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“Why do you act as if you are scared?” Amren asked Rhysand.

The letter was sent.

Soon Eris would know what became of his mate.

And the Court of Dreams stood in the foyer of the River House, wracked with guilt and worry.

“I do not fear Eris,” Rhysand corrected. “But you do not understand what this will do to him: to lose one’s mate. I only fear what this will do to him.”

“She isn’t dead,” Nesta corrected him harshly, her arms crossed.

“We cannot be sure,” Feyre sighed shakily.

“Y/N is not some weakly!” Nesta defended. “She survived on her own out there years before we ever met her. She’s a Valkyrie.”

Feyre was wise enough to look guilty. She should’ve never doubted Y/N’s survival.

“Will he come here? Eris?” Cassian asked. “Or will he go on his own hunt for her?”

But before anyone could answer, all windows were thrown open.

And a tornado flew in from outside.

Rhysand went to stand beside Feyre. Cassian rushed to Nesta, blocking her from any attack. Amren and Azriel unsheathed hidden weapons.

But no one stood before them. Only wind that roared so loudly, they were all forced to cover their ears.

It screeched so harshly, that all of them fell to their knees in pain.

“Y/N NEEDS YOUR HELP! SHE IS IN GRAVE DANGER! GO! NOW! TO THE AUTUMN COURT! TO THE FOREST HOUSE!”

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Eris hid his surprise when he found that the throne room was filled with courtiers. It was far too late in the night for them to be in attendance.

Then he caught sight of his three brothers. They all sneered at him, proving that they knew something he did not.

Now Eris understood his father planned to make a spectacle of him if his brothers had dropped their duties just to witness whatever this was.

Everyone else refused to look him in the eyes as he arrived. They feared him nearly as much as they feared their High Lord.

The High Lord who sat upon his throne with a wicked smile.

Eris stepped forward, only stopping until he reached the bottom of the stairs that led to his father. He kneeled, and kneeled deeply. He had been whipped for less.

It wasn’t until Eris peaked and saw his mother’s expression that he knew something terrible had happened.

She knew how to school her features in front of Beron. She played her role well, and left nothing for others to be able to decipher.

Eris rose from his bow. “You wished to see me, High Lord.”

Beron tilted his head to the side as he looked down at his eldest son. “You are in charge of guarding this court’s borders, are you not?”

Eris nodded, “I am, High Lord.”

“Then why was it I who found a witch wandering through our woods?”

Eris swore his fire blood turned to ice.

There were other witches in Prythian. It could be someone else. Please, let it be someone – anyone – other than her.

“Witches are cunning creatures,” Eris began cooly. “It is not surprising that one could pass through Autumn Court undetected.”

Beron seemed amused by his son’s response.

The High Lord snapped his fingers.

As if on cue, lightning and thunder struck just a second after.

And a door behind the throne opened.

Eris had to stop himself from becoming feral when he saw her.

Y/N was dripping wet, being dragged by two men as both her hands and feet were secured with iron chains that scrapped across the wooden floors.

There were bloodied scrapes and cuts across her skin, right alongside dozens of bruises. And Eris could see all of them due to the fact that Y/N was only wearing a sheer, white slip. And it was just as drenched as the rest of her, making it completely transparent and practically exposing her nudity to the entire hall.

If Eris unclenched the fists at his side, everyone would see that he was trembling with rage.

The males dragged Y/N until she was also at the bottom of the stairs of Beron’s throne. And half a dozen surrounded her with their weapons drawn, showing that they all saw her as a threat. Then one kicked at the back of Y/N’s legs, forcing her to fall onto her knees and face all of Autumn Court.

Y/N was now mere feet away from Eris.

When she finally found the strength to raise her head, she locked eyes with her mate. She schooled her features well, not even slightly looking at Eris with any recognition. But he wondered if it was because she was in so much pain.

Both nostrils of her nose were still bleeding. The right side of her lip was swollen and split. Her left eye was almost black and bruised. And there was a cut on the right side of her forehead that drew a line of bright red blood down the side of her face.

Y/N had put up a fight, that much was clear.

“Do you know what makes a witch powerless?” Beron asked casually. “Iron. Many have forgotten this weakness. But witches are powerless, unable to cast – so long as they are shackled with iron.”

Eris’ jaw was clenched tightly to stop himself from saying anything at all.

“Yes, it is been quite some time since I have fallen upon a witch,” Beron continued as he stood from his throne and stepped down. He didn’t stop until he was directly behind Y/N.

Eris wanted to lunge forward when Beron took Y/N’s wet hair and pulled it behind her, exposing her shoulders and neck.

Beron hand ghosted over Y/N’s neck and then he roughly gripped her chin from behind her. Y/N winced and closed her eyes.

Eris could clearly see that she was shaking.

“Our ancestors once kept witches as their slaves. High Lords would use them for coitus rituals, on display for all the court to see. I have heard the power these High Lords felt from it was…euphoric.”

Beron walked around so that he was in front of Y/N, blocking Eris’ view of her.

“But this one…has already put up quite the fight. She took out ten of my company before they were able to finally seize her.”

Beron was bating Eris. That was obvious. Which meant he had to know who Y/N was to him, what she meant. But Eris was still figuring out how. Surely his scent wasn’t on her. He hadn’t see in her weeks.

Eris didn’t move a muscle and composed his face to remain neutral. But on the inside, a war was raging. His instincts were screaming at him to attack, to protect his mate and rip her far, far away from his treacherous father.

But that was clearly what Beron wanted.

And Eris refused to give it to him. Not like this.

Beron walked around Y/N again until he was behind her. Gripping her right arm, he jerked Y/N to her feet, exposing her entire body that showed through her wet and thin underdress.

“But she is rather stunning, is she not?” Beron asked as his hand gripped her bottom harshly.

Y/N hissed and tried to lurch away, but Beron’s other hand choked her neck.

Eris watched as Y/N’s eyes filled with tears.

“Perhaps we should renew our ancestors practices,” Beron whispered into Y/N’s ear.

“Beron, that is enough!”

Everyone’s eyes whipped to their Lady of Autumn. The woman who had become more and more broken the longer she stayed in this court. The woman who submitted to her husband and never spoke out of turn.

Eris tried to give his mother a warning look, but she wasn’t looking at him. No, she was glaring at her husband.

But Y/N saw this as a moment of distraction.

She brought Beron’s hand that rested around her neck to her mouth and bit – hard. Until she tasted blood.

Beron howled in with fury and pain.

Y/N whipped around and lifted her knee to his groin – despite her ankles being chained. Her strike had the High Lord keeled over. But only for a moment.

“You stupid bitch!” And Beron backhanded her so hard that Y/N flew to the ground.

But it got her away from him, and Eris had his window.

Moving his hands, he gathered a ball of flame and threw it, knocking Beron yards back. When he landed, his head slammed back against the floor.

But when Beron rose to his feet, he was laughing. “You were always pathetic.” The High Lord immersed his entire body in flames. “Do you really believe you stand a chance against me, boy?”

Eris said nothing as he drew the sword at his side and it too ignited in flames.

With the wave of his arm, Beron unleashed a monster from his flames – a dragon, made entirely of fire. It lunged for Eris with its jaw open.

Now the courtiers wailed in fear, knowing their High Lord cared not for their lives and was more than willing to risk them as collateral damage.

Eris sliced the fire dragon’s neck with his sword.

But then a whip of fire wrapped around Eris’ throat, scorching the delicate skin. Out of instinct, he tried to rip it from his throat, which only resulted in burning his hands.

Beron pulled the whip toward himself, forcing Eris onto his knees.

“Do you wish to know how I realized that she meant something to you?” Beron spit as he leaned towards his son.

One of his guards dropped a bundle on the floor to the right of Eris. It was the bow and knife Eris had gifted Y/N. But the thing that surprised Eris was his cloak, the one he had thrown over her shoulders that night he’d found her crying. She had been traveling with it?

Beron leaned even closer. “Did you truly believe I would not recognize the work of our royal blacksmith?”

Eris roared as he unleashed a wave of his own power, breaking the fire whip his father controlled. It knocked Beron back far enough for Eris to regain his footing.

Beron cackled as he brushed off the attack. “Tell me, boy. Is she your lover? Or did you plan on using the witch to usurp me?”

Eris only glared, refusing to feed this taunting with any response.

Beron stood straighter and opened his arms. “Go on. Try your best.”

But before Eris could do so, the throne room was thrown into shadow.

The courtiers wailed in fear:

“I can’t see!”

“What is happening?”

A second later the shadows dispersed to reveal that all of Beron’s guards who were guarding the exit had been slaughtered.

And the High Lord’s evil smirk was finally wiped from his face.

Eris turned to find Azriel, Cassian, Nesta, Vassa, Jurian, and his youngest brother, Lucien.

With the understanding that he was no longer alone, Eris had a newfound strength. Even if he fell, they would get Y/N out of here. His life no longer mattered. Eris would either take out his father or distract him long enough to save his mate.

Eris roared as he sent a wall of flames at Beron.

Azriel shot for Y/N, taking out any guard that stood between them. When he reached her, his shadows made work of her shackles and broke her free.

“Can you stand?” He rushed.

“I can do more than stand,” Y/N growled, and she rushed for the weapons that had been stolen from her.

She started firing arrow after arrow, killing all the males that had attacked her and dragged her here.

Then she took in her chaotic surroundings to find Lucien, Vassa, and Jurian holding back the three other Vanserra brothers. Cassian and Nesta were back to back, taking out any soldiers loyal to Beron. Azriel was close to Y/N, covering her back as she had fired off her arrows.

But then Y/N caught another head of red hair. A beautiful, female High Fae who was throwing flames at anyone that tried to help Beron take on Eris.

His mother. It must have been Eris’ mother.

All of her allies allowed Y/N to turn her full attention to Eris who was fighting his father with his all power. But he still wasn’t strong enough. Beron was a High Lord and had all the ancient magic of Autumn Court behind him.

With swipe of both Beron’s hands, a wall of fire smacked into Eris, who didn’t have time to block it. And he was knocked onto his back.

The sight infuriated Y/N.

And something deep within her, that she didn’t recognize, rose up to the surface.

Before she even knew what she was doing, Y/N had sprinted forward and put herself between Eris and Beron.

“No! Run! Get out of here!” Eris yelled out – no, he begged her – as he struggled to get back to his feet.

But Y/N ignored him. Because something was taking her over.

Y/N’s hands reached out to the side.

She started chanting words that no mortal or fae would ever understand.

Beron stood and watched, about to laugh at whatever sad attempt this witch had at taking him down.

But Y/N’s words grew louder, stronger.

And that’s when the wind rushed into throne room.

It shattered the every single window with it’s arrival. It caused more screams from the courtiers who failed to flee.

Y/N’s eyes were no longer her own, but covered in white and glowing as if there were two moons.

Her arms raised higher.

The wind carried the shattered glass from the windows and pelted Beron like tiny they were tiny knives.

The High Lord underestimated her so much that he hadn’t been prepared to block such an attack.

He hissed in pain as the glass cut across his entire torso.

But Y/N wasn’t finished. Her chanting turned into a bellow. The words and rhythm had changed into something else.

In response, the wind now circled around Beron, capturing him in a tornado. But it wasn’t just keeping him in place, it was sucking the air from his lungs as if he was caught in a vacuum.

Beron gasped for breath, clutching at his neck as if it would help. As he failed, he fell to his knees.

And while Y/N attacked the High Lord, Eris, Lucien, and their mother had formed a wall behind her, waiting for the moment when Y/N would need backup.

“NOW!” Eris bellowed.

Together, the three of them stepped in front of Y/N and heaved fire onto Beron. It all entered the tornado of wind, keeping it contained and concentrated.

Beron’s cries filled the hall, loud enough to be heard over the wind and tornado. Despite being a wielder of flame himself, it burned him.

Yet Y/N was growing weaker, she had never tapped into this much power and it was starting to take a toll on her body.

The other three didn’t see as Y/N’s arms dropped and her eyes rolled back. She collapsed.

Azriel rushed forward, catching Y/N’s body only a moment before her head could slam to the ground.

Eris roared as he threw even more fire at his father, stepping even closer to Beron than Lucien and his mother.

Beron’s skin was scorched to black, half his clothes burnt right from his body.

Lucien and their mother paused their attack, as Eris marched to his weakened father as he unsheathed a hidden knife.

Not underestimating Beron or his power, Eris immediately grabbed his father by the neck and pulled him up.

Eris put his mouth close to his ear and whispered, “Her name is Y/N, and she is my mate.”

And he drove the knife into his father’s heart.

Eris then ripped it from Beron’s chest. And with one fluid swing, sliced off Beron’s head completely.

Only mere seconds after the decapitated head hit the floor, raw power filled the throne room. So potent that all fighting ceased. No one could ignore its feeling.

Beron’s loyal soldiers finally realized their High Lord had been killed.

And all that power moved to the heir of Autumn.

The impact of it brought Eris to his knees. He groaned as he felt it take over him entirely and then fell to his hands.

No one so much as breathed as they saw their new High Lord take over the throne.

When the power finally stopped transferring, Eris slowly lifted his head.

His eyes widened. “Y/N!”

And he whipped around to see his mate unconscious and beaten, in the arms of the shadowsinger.

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I have had a really terrible last couple of weeks at work. And then I got really sick, which is how I had time to write this. But most importantly, I worked extremely hard on this chapter. So please, please, please write a comment. Or, as I always say, write me a book report. 🙏

Chapter XVI

#gust & wind #acotar #a court of thorns & roses #lady of autumn #beron vanserra #autumn court #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris acotar #eris vanserra x reader #lucien vanserra #gust & wind chapter 15 #eris fic #eris vanserra fic

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NEW YEAR, NEW MARMALADE; new year special.

☆BEFORE

Synopsis: where all you and jungkook's shenanigans began.

2nd drabble; Part of the MARMALADE series.

MASTERLIST

Warnings: two tipsy goofies, unprotected sex ( don't be silly, wrap it before you tap it), spanking, fingering, pet names, denial, no thinks, not so affectionate, dirty talking.

Wc: 4.3k

18+, Minors do not interact.

☆

It sucks how you were spending your new year's eve at home doing nothing. But you're glad at least you were living upto you new year's resolution. No parties.

You knew that there were parties happening, were you invited? No. Would you even go if you were? No, well maybe cause home is just a little boring.

You've settled to having a loner comfort night. Curled up into your couch with a blanket in your pajama shorts and a hot pizza by your side. Nothing better than this.

Ding dong.

You knit your eyebrows at the sound of the door bell. You weren't expecting anyone nor did you order anything.

You stand walking cautiously to the door, when you get to it you peep through the tiny hole. To your surprise to you see jungkook standing infront of your door, hand in his hair waiting for someone to open the door. His tattoos are perfectly on display in his black t-shirt.

Still a little confused to why he's here you open the door. Jungkook's eyes move to you as your figure comes into frame when you fully open the door.

"Hey" he says voice sure and deep.

The porch light illuminates his features well enough for you to admire, his lips look redder than usual.

"Hey" you respond a little more unsure and timid and your eyes move to the wine bottle in his hand.

"My brother isn't around" you inform "didn't he tell you?"

Your brother decided to leave you home alone and spend new year with his girlfriend out of town. You were glad that he left so you can enjoy the new year alone. You actually hoped to go to a party but ended up not feeling like it.

"I know" his words shock you, if he knows then what is he doing here.

"I came to see you" his sure smile and demeanour takes you back more.

You hum and nod awkwardly.

"Why?" You finally ask.

"Didn't see you at the party, so I thought you'd need some company"

"Do you mean the party I wasn't invited to?" You chuckle a bit directing for him to get in.

"What do you mean? I gave your brother the invitation" he informs you "he told me he'd give it to you." He waits for your response.

"I guess he didn't want me to go... cause he never gave it to me" you chuckle "he never liked me going going parties alone anyways"

"That's why you should give me your number so we can communicate directly" you smile at his attempt, which was kinda smooth to you.

Jungkook hums.

"Kinda sad you didn't come though" he places the bottle on your kitchen counter and his eyes meet yours. "I was hoping to see you"

Your heart thumps when he says that, you aren't sure if he means what you think but whatever he means it has your heart thumping.

You want to ask what he means but you don't want to ruin whatever you think he means.

"Do you drink?" He asks his eyes pointed to the bottle.

"Yeah I do" you pull out to wine glasses from your cabinet. Your mother insisted on you guys having those just in case, she's the care-free kind.

"Is it too strong?" He asks you leaning back against your couch, legs spread as he takes in his third glass of wine.

"No i-i don't think so" you stumble on your words showing the effect of the third glass on you.

Jungkook chuckles noticing how buzzed you've gotten. He himself's kinda buzzed too, he never expected wine to have such an effect on him so early on. He guesses it's cause of how comfortable he is right now.

"Why did you come here, you should've been at the party" you turn to face him.

"I came to keep you company. Plus it was boring anyways" he plays with the wine in his glass "it's good you never came"

You both laugh at that.

The party was surely boring, mostly cause his mind was so occupied with you. He'd been thinking too much about whether you were going to come and his mind ended up slipping to other thoughts of you. Like the ones of your Instagram posts. The one's you took for your birthday. By the looks of it, and by what your brother had said, you had taken a birthday trip with your friends and those pictures were a result of it.

Jungkook couldn't stop thinking of those photos, your thighs on display in that bikini and the sun hitting you just right. And that pretty smile of yours, that warmed his heart.

He didn't even plan on lingering or finding your pictures. They just popped up on his feed and after that he couldn't stop looking. His mind wondering too far for his liking leading him to have a very hot and needy session with himself which ended with him taking a cold shower cause he couldn't seem to reach his end. He needed you.

He knew it was wrong in some way to think of his friend's sister in this kind of way but damn he couldn't help himself. You were just what he wanted, what he needed. In more ways than one. Even though he doesn't like it and doesn't even know why.

At the party his mind was so filled with you that when yuji spoke to him, he got kinda pissed. And that's one of the reasons he left the party, cause of yuji.

He never planned on coming here, he never thought it was a good idea but he thought about you all alone, bored at him. So he wanted to keep you some company.

"Some company huh?" you questioned.

"Yep" he turns to face you. His eyes momentarily fall onto your lips while are lightly stained by the wine.

"Its on my new year's resolution anyways" you say and he knits his brows at you.

"What is?" He asks curious.

"No going to any parties" he laughs at your statement "what im serious" you laugh back, you eye the way his arm flexes when he stretches it to run his hand through his hair.

"It's a good resolution" he sounds like he's teasing you.

"Okay. Seems like you have a better one" you raise a brow at him leaning your arm on the couch head. "What's your new year's resolution?"

"Me?" He places his hand on his chest. "I'm not the type to do that kind of thing"

"Oh come on" you roll your eyes. "Don't be like that"

"What?" He chuckles at you.

"I know you have a resolution. Even one" you lift your pointer to emphasise.

Jungkook chuckles at your bubblely talkativeness. He never knew you could be like this, maybe it's the wine.

"No I don't have any" he laughs and you shake your head.

"Okay okay" you pause placing a hand in his chest. You don't seem to realise what you're doing but jungkook does. He looks down at your hand that's still on him and it brings a grin on his face. Makes him feel some kind of way. But he can't seem to deduce what it is. He lifts his head to stare at you and you don't seem attentive to what you're doing to him with that small touch.

"What do you want for yourself next year" you say your voice calm and you hold eye contact with him. Your eyes are genuine as you ask that question.

Jungkook puts on a thinking face as you stare at his wine stained pouty lips.

"You can tell me" your tone is warm and welcoming. He's never thought about what he wants for himself next year. He just lives life, hoping the choices come easy, which they never do. The way your eyes watch him warmly and your tone welcomes him to be able to open up, he feels like he can be open with himself and with you.

"Uhhh" he thinks "maybe to make better choices" he tells you voice calm and still in thought. He does think he should learn to make better choices, maybe his life would be a little better.

"See thats a good start" your hand finally leaves his chest and he already misses your touch.

"Now you should keep your word" you move and reach for your glass of wine.

Jungkook places a hand on yours stopping you.

"Maybe you shouldn't drink more... you've had enough" his face is so close to yours that you can smell the wine from his breath.

"Don't you think you've had enough baby?" He says voice soft and gentle and he stares into your eyes. He doesn't know where that name came from but he said it and he doesn't regret it. The look on your face tells him you probably don't mind it too.

You don't know why but that name causes something to switch in you. With the way hes looking at you and you're currently switching to look at his lips, you can't help yourself. You're not even sure if he wants it too and you know it's probably wrong but it feels right in the moment.

With his lips so close to you you take the chance and connect your lips. Maybe it's the wine that gave you the confidence or maybe it's just the need and desire for jungkook. Your lips connect and it feels good, you've thought about this for some time now, but with the way he doesn't kiss you back makes you feel like you've pushed the limit.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I-i-i shouldn't have done that" you move back.

"Maybe you were right, I shouldn't drink more" you chuckle awkwardly. You continue to mumble apologises and jungkook smirks at your mumbles.

"Shhh" you freeze when you feel his hand on your cheek. He lifts your face so you can face him.

"I liked it" He says before connecting your lips again. "You just caught me off gaurd" he smiles against your lips and your heart relaxes when he says he likes it.

You place your hands around his neck pulling him closer into your lips and hes kinda shocked by your forwardness. His lips are soft and smooth against yours, the way he pulls your lower lip makes you release a moan.

"Never thought you were the eager kind" he says leaning you back to rest your head against the couch.

You want to tell him you've thought about this before but you don't wanna make yourself seem desperate. You trap jungkook between your legs as he hovers over you.

His lips continue to move with yours in a hurried kiss, his tongue still tastes like wine which makes you pull him in closer. You hands pull at his roots and he releases a moan.

"Baby you're gonna have to go easy on me" he releases a breathy chuckle that brushes against your lips.

"I'm pretty sure you can handle it" your hands move down his chest to grab the end of his shirt.

"I can" he grinds his growing bulge against your core and you release a needy moan.

Your hands wantingly move to his belt and before you can rip it off; his hand stops you.

"Wait" he pauses and you knit your brows. "Are you sure or maybe you're just drunk"

"I'm pretty sober and sure I don't know about you?" You raise a brow at him.

"I am too" he smiles before going back to the wet and needy kiss.

You're both pretty sober. Sober enough to know that you're about to fuck your Brother's friend and for him to know he's about to fuck he's friend's sister. But that's the last of your concerns right now, what you have in mind right now is to take off jungkook's pants.

He stands moving from you to pull off his pants fully leaving him shirtless in his briefs.

"Take those off" he nods to your bottoms and you comply quickly pulling them off. Jungkook widens his eyes when he sees you aren't wearing anything underneath.

"Commando huh?"

"It was my day of rest today" you defend as he sits himself between your thighs.

"Or maybe you were waiting for somebody?" You shake your head at his question and he smiles.

"Good" he connects your lips, immediately searching for your tongue and finding it.

Your hands caress his abs and the muscles that contract under your touch.

"Are you a..." he asks cautiously hoping you catch on.

"No. But its been a while" you tell him getting shy for the first time tonight. You haven't slept with anyone in a while, you've just been trying to pay attention to school. Maybe that's why you feel so needy for jungkook, and not that you actually feel something for him.

"Fuck" you grunt when you pull jungkook out of his briefs, hot and heavy.

"What? Are you scared?" He asks a little cheeky and proud that he had that reaction from you. Cause he knows girls can get kinda intimidated by his him.

"No. But maybe just a bit" you stroke him a bit making him scrunch his face. How he'd love to have your hands wrapped around him forever but tonight he just needs to fuck you.

"Don't worry I'll be gentle" he whispers by your ear and brushes his tip through your folds. You release a moan hoping he doesn't tease you for long.

"But I won't promise that next time" he places open kisses on your neck.

Next time? You wonder. Does he plan on making this a routine, you don't mind though.

He continues to swipe his tip in between your folds and you honestly feel like you could finish this way but its not enough still.

"Jungkook please" you whine.

"You don't want me to prep you a bit" he moves his hands and sticks two fingers in you. The stretch burns a little but pleasures more. He watches your face show many emotions by the the he pulls his fingers in and out. The squelching sounds make blood rush to his cock making it pulse even harder.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking wet" he confesses by your ear but you're to lost in the pleasure to respond. Your whines and whimpers fall onto jungkook's ear. A melody to his ears.

Jungkook can feel your hole pulsate around his fingers and your moans grow louder. He knows you're close.

"Come on baby. Come over my fingers" he encourages.

Jungkook's words and the sounds in the air encourage you reach your end.

"Fuck" you moan breathless.

"Fuck is right baby" he kisses your lips. "You think you can take my cock, come for me one more time?" He asks and you nods.

"Please" is all you can say and you lock your lips with his. As your lips intertwine you can feel his tip at your entrance.

You gasp when you feel him push through. The stretch is wider than before and it has you gripping the skin of his back.

"Shhh. Its okay" he pushes further and your slick helps him move further. He fully settles in you and stays like that for a bit getting comfortable.

Jungkook can't help but think about how warm and comfortable you feel. He's thought about this ever since he doesn't even know when. Ever since that damn Christmas party last year. He doesn't why or when it happened but you made him feel different. Looking at you that night felt different, like he wasn't looking at his friend's sister. But he can't think about that right now, maybe later. Right now you're someone he really wants. And needs.

This is really gonna help him take his mind off things and enjoy you.

"You're so freaking warm"

He doesn't even want to move, he could stay like this forever. With his little cock sleeve to keep him warm and cozy.

"Are you gonna move or not?" You snap him out of his thoughts and he chuckles.

"Sorry got comfortable in your little pussy" you clench when he says that.

Jungkook raises a brow at that reaction.

"You like that huh?" He slips out. "You like it when I talk about this little pussy" you clench again as he moves In again. He groans at how tight you feel , the way you hold onto him for dear life.

"Fuck baby. If you hold onto me any tighter I won't last long"

You chuckle and pull his face towards yours.

"That would be a shame"

"I know, that's why you need to open up for me"

Instead you tighten restricting his movements teasingly. You see him scrunch his face then throw a warning glare and grin at you. Knowing what you're doing you smirk and tighten even more.

"Behave yourself Y/n" he says your name pleading and desperate. You don't seem to want to obey him so he does the only thing he knows.

You gasp when a smack lands on your thighs. It stings and falls hards.

"Ouch"

"I wanted to go soft on you, but you dont seem like you deserve it" another smack lands on the same spot.

"Huh?Do you think you deserve it?" You suck in a breath as he rubs the stinging area.

"Huh?" Another one lands and the fact that he's still in you makes you clench around him. Though it feels good you just want to feel him move.

You shake your head answering his question.

"So you like being spanked as well" he moves to your ear "you're not the good girl i thought you were" he chuckles "but I don't mind."

He grips your thighs spreading them roughing and you groan. And like a maniac starts to frantically rock into you.

You can barely hold in your moans and whimpers as he drills into you mercilessly.

His name casually falls from your lips in between moans.

Jungkook wants to confess how much he's thought about this and about you. But he doesn't want to seem desperate or like he just came here to fuck you. He didn't plan on it but he couldn't say no. He just wanted to talk to you, little did he know you also seemed to share the same thoughts. Or maybe you were just looking for a quick fuck cause you haven't had the chance to in a while. He doesn't want to think about it. Whether you're fucking for the sake of it or whether you actually feel something, he doesn't care. It'd be better if you don't think much of this anyways.

You move your hands to reach were you're both connected. Your hands start to rub circles on your bud and jungkook smacks your thigh drawing your attention.

He shakes his head. "Jungkook please" you whine.

He knows what you want, and jungkook doesn't like to take orders but he'll do it for you.

Your moans grow stronger as you feel his fingers rub circles where you need it the most. Your head beings to go dizzy with pleasure as jungkook starts to speed up.

"Fuck I'm so close" he says grunting.

"Me too" you inform.

His hips don't halt as you clench feeling your high reach.

"Fuck I'm not on birth control" you remember and inform him worriedly at the last minute. You got carried away.

"Fuck y/n" he sounds a little mad.

"Sorry"

"I'll pull out" he tells you his face scrunched up.

You grip the couch as the knot snap in you. "Shit" you moan.

"Where do you want it?" He asks rushed, you can't even think or ponder on his statement cause your brain gets foggy from the overstimulation from him chasing his own high.

"Fuck Y/n. SPEAK!" the way he grips your thighs pulls your attention. You don't get the chance to respond as he pulls put and spurts on your stomach.

"Fuck" he runs his hands through his hair. "When I ask you something, respond quickly"

He slaps your thigh.

"Otherwise next time I'm gonna put a baby in you" he grits his teeth as he stands to put on his trousers. He doesn't seem mad but maybe just a little annoyed about it.

"And we both don't want that" he throws you a tissue he got from the kitchen.

You wipe him off you and put on your bottoms.

You watch jungkook put on his shirt and the lack of a little more care and affection or even eye contact aches you in some kind of way. You shouldn't care but you can't help but to, you hug your frame as you stand. There's still a little discomfort in between your legs but its still bare able.

You watch jungkook walk to the door and you raise your brows.

"You're leaving?" you ask timidly no longer feeling so confident. He turns his head in question.

"I mean we could finish the movie" you say trying to convince him.

"That movie's long gone y/n" he chuckles as he holds the door open and steps on the porch, you follow and place your hand on the door.

"Plus, I'm not sure when when your brother will be back so I better get going. "

You want to tell him that your brother won't be here tonight or even tomorrow but you decide to let him leave. If he wants to he can leave you're not gonna hold him. Even though it does kinda make you feel used. Maybe it's the lover girl in you.

Jungkook notices the sad look on your face and that you're now shielding yourself from him, which makes him frown. He doesn't want to make you feel like he was using you, that's not what he was doing. He just knows that it's not best for him to stay. He knows your brother won't be here tonight, he just used it as an excuse, he can't stay any longer that he should've. Now that he thinks about it he shouldn't have even fucked you, but he doesn't regret it still.

"I enjoyed tonight" he says hoping that lifts your spirits up. It seems to only do half of it, and you give him a half smile.

"Me too" you say voice still shallow.

"Uhh"

He wants to say something but is interrupted by a loud pop and flash in the sky. You both watch the brightly coloured sparks spread in the sky, and the loud sound makes you jump a little but he doesn't noticed.

Jungkook hums pulling out his phone to check the date. You watch a smile pull on his face as he turns to you.

"I guess it's new year" he says trying to sound jolly and you give him the most genuine smile you have.

"Happy New year Y/n" he approaches you and places a kiss on your forehead, which he'd never do but he's just trying to make you feel better and let you know he wasn't using you.

Somehow it does give you some comfort as you take in his scent one more time, you're sure this scent's gonna linger for the rest of the night.

"Happy New year jungkook" you smile sounding a little happier.

Jungkook walks away as the fireworks still blare in the sky. You stay outside watching the sky a little longer as you wonder what the heck you just did. Did you really just fuck your Brother's friend. What makes it worse is that it was the best fuck of your life. What a way to start the year, your friends would tap your back for this. But you don't think its anything to cheer you on for.

As jungkook drives back home he hopes you dont get carried away with this. It would make the situation even worse. He doesn't regret it, he just doesn't want to drag you along. He kind of wishes he never slept with you, maybe he shouldn't even have visited you. But it's not your fault its his.

It's been like 5 days into the new year and you couldn't stop thinking about new year's eve. You still don't regret it but you're just kind of concerned whether your brother would find out.

You've tried to act like yourself and not awkward like jungkook told you to.

"Just act cool otherwise he'll notice" he says through the speaker of yaour phone.

"I'm trying" you say.

"Try harder" he chuckles and so do you.

"But what if he finds out?" you nervously say mentally biting your nails.

You hear jungkook sigh.

"Y/n" his voice drops an octave as he says your name and he gives you flashbacks of that night.

"Your brother won't find out, I promise you. That's if you don't give it away"

You hum and feel kind of reassured that jungkook won't tell. Its all up to you to not give it up.

"Do you kind of regret it" you ask softly and he seems taken aback by your question.

"Do you?"

You've been thinking about that and you're pretty sure of your answer now.

"No I don't" you bite your bottom lip. "Do you?"

Do you feel nervous asking him that? YES. Cause what if he says yes, what will you do then. You kind of don't want to hear his answer now, but it's too late you've already asked.

"No." Your heart thumps.

"But maybe I would if I couldn't still feel your pussy wrapped around my cock" you can hear the smirk as he says that.

You smile as he says that, some how even through the phone he has you clenching around nothing.

"Good night Y/n. See you when I see you" you can literally hear him smile it's crazy.

"Have a good year jungkook" you say before cutting.

This is gonna be an interesting year for you.

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I hope you all have a lovely and pleasant New year. hope you'll be with MARMALADE even next year:)

Happy new year.

I'm not a professional at writing smut, hope this was digestible.

#fanfic #jungkook #jeon jungguk #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts #jeon jungkook #jungkook au #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkoooook #jungkook jeon #jungkook smut #jeon jeongguk #jeon jeongkook #jeongguk

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My submission for @gwynrielweeksofficial Prompt: Confessions.

Is it still Gwynriel if it's love between the shadows and Gwyn!?

Confessions of a Brave, Lonely Shadow on Ao3

I remember it all so clearly—the day I fell in love with Gwyneth Berdara.

The doors opened to the training ring; the sun was shining high, and I was the only shadow willing to accompany the Master. The rest hid in the shade, as usual.

She entered the ring, proud and strong. When her coppery hair caught the wind and danced around her face like fiery shadows, it made my breath catch. If I had one to catch, that is!

We had met once before under very different circumstances, and I do not wish to revisit that day. But I will say that I have never experienced that level of rage and protectiveness before. It all made sense when I saw her again. That’s when I knew she was the only one for me. Well, us… the others are also quite fond of her too. Not as much as I am, though. She is my mate, after all.

Our Master, of course, is completely clueless, so hung up on that Elain Archeron girl. No matter how many times we remind him she’s a mated female, he just won't listen. It’s the ‘Mor is not interested in you’ argument all over again. He always thinks he knows best! Stupid boy… but I digress.

The day he brought us shopping for a Solstice present for Elain, I just about lost it. I felt my heart breaking, or I would have if I had one, that is.

I wanted to buy a gift for my mate, shower her with all the love and attention she deserved. Stupid Master was ruining my chance at love. Real love! Not the infatuations he chased.

And Solstice night was… difficult. It was quite clear the Archeron girl was open to our Master’s advances, and she very much liked the necklace. We all closed our eyes as they almost kissed—if we had eyes to close—but were praising the Mother above when the High Lord intervened just in time.

We ignored the fight between the brothers; too tired to care after a night of festivities. We encouraged the Master to leave and get some rest. He begrudgingly did.

And then, Gwyneth was there in the training ring! We collectively agreed this was my chance to make a big impression on her.

We didn’t warn the Master of her presence, but we could tell he was just as surprised to see her there. We were even more shocked that he continued to engage in conversation when she’d given him a clear out.

Then she looked at me with interest. No one ever looked at us shadows with kind eyes! But she did. She must have felt our bond too, even if she didn’t understand it yet.

Some of the others claimed she was looking at them, but I know it was right at me!

The air was cold, and as her breath curled in front of her perfect lips, I darted out to dance with it. I added my best flourish to show her just how interested I was in her too and prayed she understood. She seemed a bit preoccupied talking to the Master, but the others told me I’d done a great job.

Our mating bond was singing silently, and we all felt at ease from the soothing lullaby it produced, sinking onto the Master's shoulders to watch as she executed almost perfect strikes to cut the white ribbon. She’d get there, eventually. And we would silently encourage her all the way.

It had all ended too soon, but it was a positive step forward for our relationship. As we descended to the Master’s room, we were pleasantly surprised to hear her beautiful voice follow us, humming an enchanting tune.

I sang back in answer to my mate, promising that one day we'd be together, that the song in our souls would become one.

The next day, our Master received his present from Elain back. It had seemed the female had a change of heart. Tragic, of course… but an excellent opportunity for me.

I whispered Gwyneth’s name over and over in the Master’s ear, encouraging him to regift the necklace to my mate. If I had hands and a body, I would have gotten her my own gift… but this was the best I could do.

The Master rebelled slightly at the idea and even suggested giving my gift to a different priestess! But thank the gods for the wonderful Clotho. She insisted it should go to my beautiful Gwyneth.

I imagined how her teal eyes might widen with joy upon receiving it. I only wished I could stay to watch.

A strange spark flickered amongst us, but I didn't think much of it.

I reached out one last time toward my mate, wishing her a Happy Solstice before the Master departed.

One day we would celebrate it together. I knew it in my soul… or whatever the shadow equivalent was.

9 Months Later:

It was the Master’s mating bond I was feeling… not my own. To say I am devastated would be an understatement. But at least I can be close to her now, always.

She calls me her favourite shadow. And I still call her my mate.

I’ve never felt life to be unfair as a shadow, accepting that I must exist without a body of my own. But this has been hard to adjust to.

My Master treats her well, though… all I’ve ever wanted was for her to be happy, and she truly is with him.

And who knows. Perhaps my true mate is out there too, somewhere… hiding among shadows… waiting for me.

#Is this unhinged?#POV Azriel's bravest shadow #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwynrielweeks2024 #gwynriel weeks 2024 #acotar fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #Prompt: confessions

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I was poking around my older writing and found this piece. It's okay enough to share, I think.

It's about Whiteout and Listener. I do not like Listener. I remember writing this when I was a little grumpy over some people on the Wiki fawning over Clearsight/Listener. I'm a wee bit of a hater, no? So I just kinda zeroed in on her calling Whiteout "Weirdout" and, yeah, here we are. Ableism warning.

Whiteout was all by herself in the art room, painting a landscape. It was coming along quite nicely as well. She remembered visiting the Sky Kingdom with her mother and brother when they were both young, taking in all of the sights and smells. It was unforgettable to see the tall spires that pieced through the clouds or the trees that spouted like mere weeds from the ground.

She was inspired by it, wanting to make it a permanent memory. Even after the school day was finished, she'd stay in and work on her project. Her teacher, Lightweaver, was perfectly fine with it all. Whiteout was a good dragonet.

While she didn't enjoy school all the time, it was safe in the art room. She wouldn't be bothered for how she would speak and how loud the others could be at times. She adored painting at home, but with...recent events happening she found it being more peaceful here.

It was perfect. Alone and completely absorbed into her work, doing everything to make everything as neat and tidy as possible–

"Uh, Whiteout?"

A new voice. She recognized it, her mind immediately covering that pitch and tone into a taste. A lemon, acidic and not too great on its own.

Ignoring her knee-jerk reaction, she looked over towards the NightWing.

"Good afternoon, Listener," she greeted.

The dark red dragon looked around the classroom. "Wow, is it always this empty?"

Whiteout titled her head, confused by the question. "It's... after school hours, is it not? I'd be the only dragon in here."

"I know, but there's nothing of note. No books, signs, anything. Kind of bland, except for the paintings, of course."

The two dragons stared at each other, both not daring to make a sound. It was awkward and tense for the hybrid, unsure of what to say or how to respond.

"So, Clearsight wanted me to ask something from you. It's Darkstalker's hatchingday and all that's coming up."

"And my own," she said.

"Yeah, I know, but Clearsight asked about Darkstalker. For some reason he couldn't ask him herself and wanted me to come to you for these questions. Makes no sense, right? She could just ask him for what he wants."

"Clearsight likes surprising him," she said. "I would also say that she likes having choices chosen for her at times rather than stressing over what to say to get my brother what he wants. It would ruin the surprise too if he was asked for what he wanted."

"Yeah yeah, right. You say that as though both of them could be surprised by anything."

Whiteout turned from her work, fidgeting with the paintbrush in her talons. "So... you came to ask me what he wanted for his birthday?"

"Just anything he likes, that's what she asked for. You're the dragon he knows the most after all, more than his own girlfriend. Surprising for how he's constantly hovering around her and his need to be there for every choice she makes."

Whiteout let out a small sigh, hoping she wouldn't notice. "My brother likes wearing jewelry from time to time. Earrings, rings, I believe he's told me about liking crowns."

"As expected with him..."

She bit her lip. "He also likes blankets. Him and I get cold a lot and he feels comfortable under them. He describes it like getting a hug."

"Alright, blankets and jewelry? Is that it?" Listener asked.

Whiteout wanted to say more, but what she wanted even more was for her to leave. "That's about it."

"Dragon of few tastes, huh?" She scoffed. The two stood silently once more, Listener leaning over to observe Whiteout's painting.

"Wow!" she whispered. "Are those the Claws of the Clouds?"

Caught off guard by the sudden question, she looked back at it as if to confirm. "Yes. It is."

"That's really cool," she said, walking over to admire it more. "It's like it's really there."

Delighted by the compliment, yet confused by how she was acting. "Thank you," she mustered.

"Though, it looks like there's a couple smudges here and the trees aren't the best... Plus those dragons don't really have eyes or scales yet."

"It– it's still in progress... I'm not done with it yet."

"Oh, sorry! You're super talented though. You're a very special dragon."

"With... my painting?"

"Yeah yeah! W– with your painting and such. Really great artwork, mh-hm. Is there...never mind, it's a dumb question."

Whiteout just looked at the ground. "Well, uh... thank you."

"Yeah no problem! Thanks for the question. Now you can get back to... drawing your thing."

She stared at her paintbrush. "Thanks..."

And with that, just as quickly as she came, she was gone. A small conversation, yes, but one of many with her that felt... off.

Disingenuous, even with her compliments. She had an aura to her that radiated a certain feeling, one that told her that she didn't exactly see her as one another.

Then again, being called 'Weirdout' a lot when she was younger made her true feelings more clear.

That same lemon-like feeling with her never faded or gotten sweeter. Perhaps she gotten better at hiding her feelings.

But, she was used of it. It stung, but she's come to accept it now. This is who she is. She's the dragon who speaks weird and, despite not talking about it much, thinks and perceives things in 'abnromal' ways.

So, with a heavier heart, she turned back to her painting. The unfinished flaws were more apparent now, but she felt less motivated to fix it. A part of her almost wanted to just... scrap it entirely.

Yet, she held up her brush and began to paint again. Just like everything else in her life, she pressed on, hoping for something better to happen by the end of it all.

#wof #wings of fire #wof fanfic #whiteout wof #listener wof #SP-writing

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longtimenospooning-luci · 11 months

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Azalea's, Camelia's and Rhododendron's: Chapter 6

Summary: Life always seemed to throw bullshit your way. A bullshit childhood, a bullshit family with the exception of your older brother, a bullshit bodyguard team because of aforementioned older brother… To say you were tired of it would be an understatement. You just wanted to bask in your self-made richness as a bestselling author, all by yourself being the key point, and pretend you’re not doing it to avoid your trauma. But now you have to deal with seven incredibly hot, stubborn and frustrating men forcibly barging into your life against both of your wishes and ruining your peaceful silence. So, if they were going to be hardheads, you’ll be one right back.

Pairing: BTS x reader, featuring older brother Bang Chan.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mentions of forced marriage.

Word Count: 3k

Surprise!!! Sorry I've been MIA for so long, graduating college is no jokes my peeps, and adulting is even worse. I go to bed at 9PM like an old lady and eat cereal out of a Tupperware container bc I'm too lazy to wash a bowl. Enjoy this chapter and I hope to keep updating more for you guys.

Jungkook nervously picks at the fingerless glove that hides his hand tattoos, sitting idly in the living room. It's been a couple of hours since you left the manor with Yoongi and Jimin in tow and he regrets not taking advantage of the opportunity to make up with you sooner. Mira is skirting around the house doing her normal cleaning activities and he can hear her placing heavy tomes back on the wide bookshelves in your office. She's been eyeballing him all morning in what he assumes is irritation... or dislike... or probably both, he deserves it.

He moves to stand outside the door frame of your office, staring at the floor and scuffing his foot on the floor like a child, stealing glances at the woman every few seconds.

"I can feel you burning a hole in the back of my head child, spit it out."

Cheeks burning a fiery red upon being caught by the woman, he feels like he's back in training and should be standing at attention right now.

"I just, umm... I'm sorry about the things I said the other day." Scratching the back of his head in embarrassment and shame, staring down at his shoes again.

Quirking a brow at him, she begins placing the disheveled papers on your desk into a neat pile. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, though I appreciate the sentiment, I'm also not the one to give out your forgiveness either."

Nodding in understanding, he lets out a quiet sigh, beginning to turn around when he hears her speak up.

"I spent over twenty years caring for her as if she were my own, and not once did I ever suspect something was wrong. I failed her as the only mother figure she had in her life, and I'll never let it happen again. I will protect her at all costs, even from you." There's an unbreakable fierceness in her eyes, and Jungkook can tell that biological or not, it's clear as day how much she loves you as a daughter.

"I understand. I promise I will never do anything to hurt her again, and I will do my very best to protect her from others." Going into a deep bow out of respect and apology to the caretaker before him.

She locks her eyes on him when he lifts his head, holding him to that promise in her heart.

Her words about you piqued his curiosity and as he's about to ask about your real mother, the alarm system beeps to the opening of the front door, signaling your arrival home.

"We're back!" You yell, Jimin and yourself carrying drawstring bags, and Jungkook observes his second eldest hyung stumble his way through the entryway like a newborn calf.

Catching his breath, Yoongi whips his head at you and your partner in crime. "I told you to never do that while I was in the car, are you trying to give me a heart attack!?"

The two of you are cackling in delight, it was Jimin's idea to switch the car to manual on the way home; you had taken full advantage of your six-gear V10 engine.

"Hey Mira, Hwasa is coming over later, so she'll be here for dinner" You call out to her. The three of you moving to your office with the drawstring bags.

Jimin watches you walk behind your desk and crouch down to press a false panel in the baseboard of your bottom shelf, making the entire section slide out like a drawer, revealing a safe as well as a packed duffel bag behind the backboard. You place the bag in your hands next to the duffel bag and turn to grab the others from Jimin and Yoongi, placing them in and sliding the shelf back in place with a click.

"I'm not gonna lie, that's some spy-type shit and I used to work at the NIS." Yoongi pipes up behind you, leaving you and Jimin to start giggling at his comment.

You get up and move to sit down in your desk chair, "I promise I'm not a spy, Namjoon should know about it if my brother was detailed enough in the information he provided to you guys."

Confused, Jimin asks why your brother would include the location of your safe to bodyguards. It would make sense to know about it if they were home security guards but knowing where your safe is does nothing to help them protect you personally.

You go on to explain that it's not the safe but the compartment itself that's important to know about. The duffel inside is a go-bag for emergencies that require your swift evacuation from the manor, containing everything you would need in the event you need to go into hiding.

The two continue to stare at you like you've grown a second head until Yoongi breaks the silence. "Ya know this doesn't help your case on the spy thing." Jimin nods in agreement, "Yep definitely think you're a spy now."

Rolling your eyes, you shoo them off with the agreement to sort through the bags at night, eyes following them out the door. Turning your attention to your computer, you begin skimming through your emails, noting the file from your lawyer with the restraining order paperwork against Shin. There's also an email from his lawyer with the paperwork for the compensation the judge ordered him to pay you. Forwarding both to Chan you check your work email, finding that Hwasa had already sent you drafts of your return announcement and a tentative schedule for your book promotions to be approved by you.

With your eyes trained on the promotion dates you don't notice the figure standing in the doorway. Jungkook stands timidly much like the same way he did with Mira earlier. Finally swallowing down his fear, he knocks lightly on the doorframe to get your attention. Acknowledging him with a hum, you stay focused on the screen in front of you. When you don't hear any movement or response, you look up to lock eyes with him.

"Come in Jungkook, take a seat." You say, moving your eyes back to your work. The youngest slowly makes his way over to one of the guest chairs sitting in front of your desk, timidly sitting down like it was going to bite him in the ass. He sits for a few seconds, waiting for you to ask him what he wants or lock your eyes back on him, and when it becomes clear you aren't going to initiate this chat with him, he prepares himself to bite the bullet. Yoongi had told him that you'd offered forgiveness after he had promised to put effort into fixing the situation (of course leaving out the part about the 'effort' being absolutely destroying your abusers' reputations). He knows he'd been harsher than Yoongi, and he hopes he can repair the damage he caused as his brother had.

Taking a deep breath he begins his apology, "I'd like to say that I'm very sorry about what I said, it was uncalled for, and I shouldn't have judged you based on my past client's behavior or projected my frustrations on you." He finishes with a silent exhale of relief for getting that off his chest, watching as you stop typing and quirk an eyebrow, looking at him over the glasses on your nose like a judgy librarian.

"Did you think it would be that easy? A few heartfelt words and then all of your guilt can melt away."

"O-of course not!" He stutters out, "I know I have to make the effort to fix this. I crossed a line, not only professionally but personally, and doing so caused you harm. I would like to genuinely make this up to you."

Placing your glasses down on the desk, you lean back to take in the man sitting before you. "And how exactly are you going to do that? I may have been able to strike a deal with Yoongi, but that doesn't mean I've forgiven him yet either. He knows he has to meet my expectations to fix this, but what do you have to offer? What do you have or what can you do to prove to me you mean it?" Crossing your arms, you wait for his response.

"Anything and everything you want from me I'll do; I promise I'll protect you and not just in the scope of my job but emotionally too."

You narrow your eyes at his response, "What makes you think I want anything from you? Much less your protection over my private emotions?"

He knew this wouldn't be easy, earning just a minuscule amount of your trust to begin repairing the damage he's done. But he feels the resentment in your words, and he feels the pain he caused you within that resentment. He wants to heal it, he needs to heal it, if not for himself but for you. A woman who has been hurt by this world far too many times, a woman who is so headstrong despite being torn down so many times. He needs to heal the hurt that he has caused because he took away the little trust you had left in the compassion of human beings.

"I know you don't trust me; I know you resent me for the things I said. I won't try to deny that fact, or that you have every right to deny me the trust to fix the pain I have caused you. Words from people like me probably mean nothing to you, which is why I want to do everything I can to show you that I can be trusted with your safety. I want to do everything in my power to earn your forgiveness, even if that means I have to resign, or wear a carrot costume around Seoul, or drink the most disgusting concoction you can come up with."

You have to hide your desire to crack up at imagining him walking around in a carrot costume, straightening your expression as he looks at you in desperation as he continues to list out even more ridiculous punishments you could put him through. Coming closer to slipping into giggles the more he continues.

He cuts himself off when you raise a hand to stop his rambling, taking a deep breath before you begin to speak.

"Okay, I get it. I'm not going to make you do any of those ridiculous things, but I'll admit I don't know what I could have you do that could fix this either." You take your glasses and put them back on, refocusing on his face.

"Instead, I want you to be the best damn bodyguard you can be without me asking for it. You want me to tell you anything and everything I want from you but I'm not going to do that, if you want to fix this then you're going to have to figure out those things on your own. I want you to impress me, okay?"

Nodding eagerly at your conclusion, he nearly throws the chair back from the force of standing up. Bowing down multiple times as he thanks you relentlessly while vacating your office, excited to go tell his brothers and come up with a plan to accomplish the task you have given him.

You'd think you'd just told an intern that you would let him proofread your drafts, but you can't help the quirk of your mouth into a smirk at his enthusiasm.

Later that night Hwasa came to the manor to finish setting your comeback into stone for the announcement the next morning, staying for dinner as expected, and then left some cardboard file boxes that you'd texted her to bring.

She had pestered you on why you needed them nearly the whole time she was there, and all you'd supplied her with was that they were for your next book. Once everyone else had headed off to bed for the night; Yoongi, Jimin, and you spent hours on end sorting each envelope by date, opening them up, and then filing them away in the boxes.

Working well into the early hours of the morning, when they finally left you to get a few hours of sleep in, you sat looking at the completed file boxes containing the horrors of your childhood.

You hadn't let yourself cry looking at the images, having long since shed your last tears over the pains your monster of a father caused. But you had caught the tears the two men with you had tried to hide, the almost silent gasps of mortification every time they opened up a new envelope.

It made you feel like you had become too numb to the atrocities that had been committed against you, and their anger and sorrow also made you feel relief in a way as well. There were people near you willing to feel the pain and sorrow you could no longer take on, and for that, you felt grateful.

A buzz from your phone pulls you out of your thoughts, and you check it to find the announcement from the company of your return from hiatus. You shoot Chan a text that you need to see him today, and he responds almost immediately with a time to meet at his office.

The anticipation and anxiety sit heavy in your gut. You've quietly held your career outside of the Chaebol world, true identity unknown to the tabloids and all of your father's past business partners. He never let you out in public much regardless, but this is going to bring a whole new spotlight onto you and your family, and Chan has the right to know before shit hits the fan.

Your Louboutin's click menacingly down the silent hallway of your brothers company, Jungkook and Yoongi flank you a few steps ahead while the rest of the boys follow behind. You probably look like something straight out of a mafia movie, and with the impending hellfire you're about to rain down on your family, you feel the sentiment is appropriate.

The employees of Chan's company always go silent when you appear, the hushed whispers of gossip passing around. Most of his employees theorize you're something akin to a Black Widow, a terrifyingly powerful mistress to their goofy CEO, and then there are those that know you by your Pen Name, who think the reason you went on hiatus was to be with Chan.

The two of you have laughed at the gossip Felix has passed on from the employees over the years, and you have no desire to correct them either. Doing so would allow for people to dig more into your brothers background, which would lead to your true identity, defeating the purpose of going by a Pen Name in the first place.

So, yes, you pull a little bit of enjoyment out of scaring the shit out of his employees by looking like a widow on her 5th husband all dead by mysterious natural causes. Life as an author can be a bit boring sometimes, sue you for having a dark sense of humor, you gotta find entertainment somewhere.

Jungkook holds open the door to Chan's office for you and as you step into his office, the heaviness of the situation settles in the room. His gaze meets yours, filled with concern and curiosity. Without a word, he gestures for you to take a seat opposite him. You sink into the plush chair, the weight of the world resting on your shoulders.

The boys take their places around the room and when your brother moves to dismiss them, you pipe up.

"Jimin and Yoongi stay."

He shares a confused look with you but doesn't protest, and Jungkook looks like a kicked puppy with his big doe eyes watching you as he files out the door with the rest of his hyungs.

"I see you're getting along well with the team I hired you." He says, bringing your attention back to him.

Snorting, you deadpan back, "Not at all."

"O...Kay?" He looks at your two remaining bodyguards for answers only to find none. "Anyway, what's going on? Why did you need to see me? You should be focusing on your comeback promotions."

"I've finished the Map of the Soul series, and I'm going to start on a new book."

"That's great-"

You cut his response short, ripping the theoretical band-aid off. "A book about Father... About me."

His shock is evident on his face, and he quickly clears his throat, looking at Yoongi and Jimin in mild panic. "Bug, I think we should have this conversation in private."

Any other bodyguards would take that as their cue to leave, but they simply look to you for direction on the issue, and you can tell your brother notices it.

"They already know about it, about all of it."

Your response has him whipping his head back in your direction so quick you're surprised he didn't pull a muscle.

"They WHAT!?"

If this wasn't such a heavy topic, you would chuckle at his reaction.

"It's just them, that's why I had them stay. They're going to be kept in the loop while I'm writing the book in order to discretely keep an eye on any potential threats to its release."

You watch as he takes in this information, leaning back in his chair in deep thought, occasionally looking up at you and then the boys.

Finally he settles his gaze back on you, "You're sure about this? This won't just stir up our family it'll stir up the conglomerate world too."

"Absolutely positive. I trusted in the justice system and they failed me, I won't give them the chance to fail the next person who gets sold off like a peace of meat for the benefit of corporate gain."

You can see the wince Chan tries to hide at your words, you know he has a lot of guilt at not seeing the truth behind your engagement sooner. Not to mention the treatment you suffered at the hands of your Father.

"You know I will always support you, no matter what." He looks you dead in the eyes, "But there's one problem..."

Maintaining eye contact, you wait for him to finish his words.

"Mother called me, she's coming back to Korea."

And just like that, everything comes crashing back down again.

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moriartyluver · 5 months

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ARE YOU MINE CHAPTER II

"THEY SEEMED LIVELY," An emerald eyed young man chuckled

Herder shook his head with a sigh "Too lively," He said in a thick german accent "They always come here to mess around with the instruments. In fact I can probably count on one hand how many times those delinquents have bought anything."

"Delinquents? I believe you've caught my attention now, Herder." Albert smiled as the German walked over to where William's piano was, ready to check through it by the young man's request.

"Well, for what they lack in basic respect for finely crafted instruments they make up for in being interesting," He said as he opened the large piano.

It had taken quite a while to get to Q's but William had insisted that it be taken there, rather than being operated on at home. William had told his older brother he didn't want his mother finding out something was wrong with the piano or else it may ruin the surprise he had planned for her birthday.

"They didn't seem that interesting." William scoffed as Albert narrowed his eyes at him "I mean, they were rather rowdy over a mere guitar, I don't suppose they have any hopes for their futures, causing disruption like that."

"I'm sure you wouldn't care for the disruption if it weren't in your presence." Albert said harshly

"Mm.. they are quite ambitious, especially that girl, (Name)." Herder hummed as he peered inside the piano, inspecting the keys mechanisms carefully. "She believes she's going to be the next big thing, a rockstar if you will. Her skills aren't too bad either but she did mention that she was struggling without an experienced manager to guide them, she is just a child afterall..."

If his interest hadn't been piqued already, it certainly was now. An idea had sprung to mind, but Albert was unsure as to whether he could bring it up without meeting this supposed band first. Besides, he already had alot on his hands with all the businesses his father had left him.

"You've heard them play?" Albert asked

"Indeed. Just a few small bits though, but they do performances on occasions, although I refuse to go." Herder said, feeling around the inside of the piano "Personally I prefer Jazz."

"So they're just some wannabe rock band? As expected of them," William sighed "Everyone thinks they can be a musician nowadays, I blame tiktok."

"Aha!" Herder exclaimed in satisfaction "I see your problem now. This key was disconnected, that's why it was making such dreadful noises." He said as William peered into the piano from beside him, watching as Herder explained it to him.

"Alright, can you fix it?" Asked William

Herder nodded with a smile. "Give me five minutes and it'll be as good as new."

"Thank the lord," Albert muttered in annoyance "You wouldn't mind telling us more about this band?"

"What more is there to say?" Herder asked rhetorically as he pulled out a tool and began fiddling around in the piano "There's 4 of those trouble makers, especially the bassist and the backing guitarists, always breaking instruments and refusing to pay for them..tch..the drummer is alright but he doesn't exactly fit the image for their little band. I think the others consider themselves as anarchists of some sort, but that drummer of theirs sticks out like a very well behaved sore thumb."

He continued as he tinkered with the piano "Actually I think yesterday was the first time (named even bought anything here..a little red electric guitar. A fine piece for an aspiring rockstar. She said she came back to get the amp that came with it," His little German accent echoing within the piano walls "But personally I think she was just looking for someone she saw yesterday..probably took a fancy to him."

"I could care less about some garage band.." Albert's younger brother huffed, crossing his arms "Aren't you done yet?"

"Looking for who?" Albert asked curiously

"Oh none other than your little brother..the William with more yellow-y hair." Herder finally stood up straight with a smile as he shut the piano "It seems that is all." He said, turning to Albert "I'll have it delivered back immediately, boss."

Albert nodded, placing his hand on William's shoulder while they left through the door. "Yes, thank you again Herder."

'..I wonder what her name was..'

Pale, nimble fingers pressed down on black and white piano keys, prompting an elegant tune in it's wake.

'She did say she had a band..didn't she?...what did she say they were called again..?' The blond attempted to recall, reminiscing on the encounter, only a day prior.

The melody of piano echoed through the halls, the same few keys being played repeatedly to replicate the same bridge over and over - almost obsessively- like a broken record. It was as if he was trying to summon a ghostly image of her his thoughts, shutting his crimson eyes to visualise the memory. By now, he had been playing so quickly, not missing a note, that the once beautiful song had turned sour while his fingers moved robotically.

Faster.

"William!"

DUNG

William winced, both at the sound of the dull note he had mistakenly hit, and because his younger brother was calling out to him from behind, a concerned frown on his face.

"Louis?" He whispered softly, turning to face him on his seat.

"Are you alright, brother?" Louis asked, fiddling with the frame of his glasses "I was trying to tell you to quiet down, but you weren't answering me-"

"Good afternoon," Albert smiled, entering the large estate with his other brother while the others by the piano turned to look at him, smiling politely. "Was Will playing Tchaikovsky again?"

The dirty blond pulled a face, a mixture of confusion and disgust while William and Louis greeted Albert upon seeing him enter.

"He has." Louis stated "All day."

"Ever since yesterday afternoon, you've just been coming back to that piano, haven't you?" Albert chuckled "And swan's lake of all things?"

The older William scoffed, moving past the brunette "He's been doing that since yesterday? How weird can you get..." he said, furrowing his eyebrows

Of course, his brothers were unaware of the encounter that he had had the day before, so they hadn't understood the significance that swan's lake held.

"It isn't that much of an issue, brother." Louis said reassuringly "But I'd prefer a calmer environment to study.."

"I, I apologise.." William spoke "I've had a lot on my mind, that's all."

Albert furrowed his eyebrows, approaching his brothers and leaning against the wooden piano. "That's rather typical of you."

"Yes, well I'm always thinking." The blond said, his lips thinning in a frown.

"About university perhaps?" Albert said, raising a brow curiously. "I don't blame you for being nervous of course, it's quite a change and it's less than a couple of months until freshers week at Oxford."

"Still don't get why you wanna study maths," The other William chimed in as he held his phone in his hand, scrolling aimlessly through some social media app. "I mean Oxfords cool and all but what do you even do after that? Become a teacher?"

The older William, Albert's biological brother, had been studying finance and marketing at King's college London university for the past 2 years, and in October, he was to return for his third and final year. Afterwards, he secretly hoped to work for the Moriarty family company, lead by Albert following their father's passing.

"If Will likes maths then I don't see why he shouldn't do it," Albert glared at his little brother. "He's good at everything, but maths is his passion, and he's pursuing it for that reason, unlike some of us."

Chestnut coloured eyes looked up from the phone screen to the side of Albert's head "yeah well I don't think you liked business management much either,"

Louis let out an 'ahem', cutting between a potential quarrel between the two brothers.

"I'm not worried, Albert." The blond William reassured "In fact, I'm rather excited."

"I should hope so..honestly you could have gone a couple of years ago if it wasn't for the admissions board." The brunette sighed "Anyways, we fixed the piano and mother will be here in a bit to take William home, because he can't drive." Albert said, putting his hand on the dirty blond's shoulder

Offended, the older William turned to Albert, glaring with his mouth agape. "I'll have you know I have my provisional license!"

"Not enough to drive."

"I don't have my driver's license," Louis said in attempt to avoid conflict once more.

Out of all his brothers, he was likely the most sane. Albert was possibly an insane alcoholic who almost smiled when he heard his father died, the older William had a strange imposter syndrome which he disguised with narcissistic tendencies and the younger William didn't even use his real name and probably had a bookshelf fall on his head when he was a kid leading everyone to think he was autistic or something.

"That's because you're barely 17," The younger William said.

"Oh well forgive me for being too busy to do the test because I was preoccupied after the divorce because I was practically the only one there for-!"

The door swung open once more.

"Mother?"

"William?" A dirty blond middle aged woman greeted "You and Albert are here early." She turned to the younger William and Louis by the piano "Other William, you're here too. Hello, Louis." She smiled, giving Louis a wave.

"Hello," Louis stood up straight from leaning against the piano, as his brothers followed.

"Mother, hi." The dirty blond William said, somewhat surprised "Thank goodness you're here. I think I was starting to lose it. This one," He pointed his thumb to the other William who was still sat beside the piano. One could compare him to a little sad puppy. "Has been playing Tchaikovsky all day apparently."

"Don't be rude William, I'm sure it sounds lovely," Mrs moriarty furrowed her eyebrows, then turned to her other son "Albert, how have you been? I've heard you've made a few more investments."

Albert nodded as Louis left to make some tea "Just a few more shops, nothing too major...although I've considered an entertainment agency, but that's yet to take off." He said "How have you been mother?"

Previously, Albert, as well as his adopted brothers, didn't have the best relationship with Mrs Moriarty. After years of being married to the psycho she called her husband, it had made her a much different woman. She became constantly paranoid about her husband leaving her for another woman (even though she didn't like him much at all) or afraid her children were constantly in danger.

At one point, she was convinced her second son, William was being bullied when he was in primary school because he had a bruise on his leg and ended up screaming at his teacher so hard she cried.

Following the divorce though, that same William had convinced his mother to get therapy and ever since, she had been getting better, slowly but surely. She didn't even seem that affected by the death of her now ex-husband last year.

"A lot better than I was this time last year," she said with a melancholic smile. "Congratulations by the way," she turned to William "Attending Oxford in the autumn...it's quite the accomplishment. It's a family tradition amongst the Moriartys..of course there would be no shame in not following it, traditions are meant to be broken in a time like ours, but I say it's the best place for a boy like you."

William, who had often been treated coldly by Mrs Moriarty, before she started going to therapy, seemed a little surprised at the passing compliment. Even after she had started getting better, it was rare that Mrs Moriarty would come visit Albert, let alone her two adopted sons and they had only recently called her 'mother' for the first time too.

Louis began to walk towards the kitchen "I'll get you some tea, mother,"

"Thank you Louis, two-" she started, cut off by Louis who flashed her a smile

"Sugars and green tea, I remember." He said, leaving the large lounge.

Once Louis had finished brewing Mrs Moriarty her tea as well as for his other brothers and himself, they had all sat in the lounge, somewhat awkwardly until the older William made some comment about his plans for his final year

"I'm rather excited for the second term," he told his mother. "I wonder if Colombia is as big as Kings..I used to get lost all the time when I first started."

"Are you sure you even have the capabilities to study abroad by yourself?" Albert asked as he placed his teacup down on his saucer "And you'll be studying with the fourth years too..doesn't that trouble you?"

Albert had just graduated a couple of months ago and was already swarmed with work, he didn't need to worry for his little brother getting lost in a city he barely knew.

William was to go on an exchange programme in January to New York, which was quite the challenge for a boy who could count the number of nights he had spent away from home on one hand. There wasn't any particular reason for it, but his two adopted brothers both suspected it was because Albert was to do the same until the abrupt death of his father in his second year. Since then, he'd only ever taken care of his fathers affairs (financial, not romantic...Albert wasn't a predator after all)

"I'll be fine, I'm not a child." He frowned "I'll be there until Easter and then return back to London just in time for finals and graduation."

"I think it's a good idea," Louis spoke, "In fact, I'd like to go a year abroad myself when the time comes..it does foster independence after all."

"Indeed," The younger William agreed, picking his teacup up "Sometimes you don't necessarily need to be ready to step outside of your comfort zone."

"Well said," Mrs Moriarty smiled "University is the best opportunity to do so..in fact, that was how I was introduced to your father," she said to her two older sons.

Cue another awkward silence.

"My, would you look at the time," Albert looked at his Watch-less wrist before being nudged by Louis. He promptly fixated his gaze on his other wrist. "I should be going to bed soon."

"At 7pm?" William raised an eyebrow as he looked to his mother in disbelief "how old are you, Albert, eight?"

"Well I-"

"Brother has a long day ahead of him tomorrow." William said calmly, standing up "he has to wake up at 4 am tomorrow morning to prepare for a meeting at work..it's a rather important one too."

He wasn't lying. Albert had a packed schedule tomorrow from travelling all the way to York for a meeting then back to London by midday and then to his office for another few hours to finish up on some projects, then he had a colleague's , a big stakeholder, wedding to attend as well as going shopping for a new suit and all that with barely any breaks in between.

"Ah, my apologies, Albert," Mrs Moriarty said sympathetically "Come along, William. We must be going now if you want to finish buying your back to school essentials tomorrow..we have a long day ahead of us after all, of course not as much as Albert's.."

"Bye then." William sighed and got to his feet, reluctantly saying his goodbyes as he left with his mother.

For a moment, the three brothers stood in silence, the memory of Mr Moriarty death washing over them, before Louis eventually spoke.

"I'm going to go revise.." He said quietly, slowly leaving the room as Albert let out a teasing remark.

His green eyes twinkled mischievously "Why exactly were you playing Tchaikovsky, Will?"

William looked down, his long hair covering his face slightly, "I just remembered, I have something to do as well." He murmured following his brother out of the room.

"If you say so," Albert chuckled, watching his brother rush off, uncharacteristically flustered.

A/N: Mr moriarty fucking died 🤣🤣 deserved L + bozo + skill issue. bro u guys have no idea how hard it is to write a scene with the Moriarty brothers. Like I’m losing it with the two similar names and shit. Also to those of you who thought I’d make Mrs Moriarty dead or an abusive bitch, you thought wrong!! She and the og will are alive and getting the therapy they deserve!! If anyone gets mad at me for this, just say you don’t like character redemption with actually evil characters 🙄 anyways less about these stupid rich mfers, next chapter is focused on (Name) and her band of brokies

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #—are you mine 🎸

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boltupbitches · 5 months

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Cheers to Us - Justin Herbert

Part 3 of the Layla Herbert series

Part 1 - One Day at a Time

Part 2 - Today's the Day

“Oh my god.” Justin groaned in exasperation.

“It’s honestly fine, babe. She’s ok!” Alex adjusted his collar, careful not to bump his cast.

Alex was helping Justin get ready as his younger brother kept Layla preoccupied. The two-month-old had started crying when she saw her favorite uncle. He had shaven his mustache off the day before and Layla, although just two months old, was not feeling it at all and cried at the sight of him when he came over to pick her up.

“He’s going to give her nightmares,” Justin grumbled. “I told him she’d notice, but he’s an idiot and said she wouldn’t. I know our daughter, Alex.”

Alex rolled her eyes and sighed at her husband’s ire. “Alright, go, go, go. You’re done.”

Justin wasted no time rushing back into his living room to rescue his fussy daughter from her mustache-less uncle.

“She was fine with me!” Patrick protested as his brother scooped Layla up with one hand. “That’s seriously dangerous, Justin. What if you dropped her?”

“You were making her cry with your face. I am adept at holding my daughter.”

“Says the dude with only one arm currently in use. You probably can’t even wipe your ass without Alex helping you.”

Justin went to retort, but he was interrupted by the loud. “Alright, that’s enough!” Called from the doorway.

Both brothers looked towards the doorway to see their mother and the rest of the family. They had just arrived and were invited in by Alex. After hearing her sons bicker, Holly wasted no time to break it up.

“Arguing in front of a baby? You two are so childish!” She admonished, walking forward to scoop her clueless granddaughter out of her older son’s hold. “They are so silly, aren’t they Miss Layla? Just the silliest. Grandma is here now though. I’ll keep them in line.” She stopped cooing at her granddaughter to give her sons a warning look.

Their dad came over to greet them and laughed at the pouting look on Justin’s face. “You aren’t seeing that baby for the next two days, son. All she’s talked about the last two weeks was seeing Layla again.” He gazed over at his wife as she showed off the beautiful tree Alex decorated to an enraptured Layla, who stared at the bulbs in wonderment as her grandma pointed out the beautiful colors.

Justin’s eyes shifted to his girlfriend speaking to Mitch and his wife. She looked absolutely gorgeous in the deep red dress she was wearing. Her hair was pinned to one side, her hair beautifully curled. The red lipstick she wore caught his attention and he stared in a brief trance at her lips as she continued speaking animatedly to his older brother and sister-in-law.

He didn’t realize that he had walked off from his amused father who wasn’t even hiding his knowing grin. Patrick just rolled his eyes at his lovestruck brother, focusing his attention back on his niece in hopes of winning her over by the end of the night. She’d get over the lack of mustache, Patrick was certain of that.

Justin found himself standing just behind his girlfriend when he decided to wrap his good arm around her and startle her, smirking at her squeal of shock.

“I was about to ruin your surprise there,” Mitch smirked. “But I figured you’d pout some more if I did so. Mom already got you doing that enough with her hogging Layla.”

“Yeah don’t remind me. We don’t even exist anymore since her first grandkid entered the world. I gotta compete with her to hold my daughter when she’s in town visiting.” Justin complained.

“It takes a village to raise a child,” Alex mused, finding humor in her boyfriend’s jealousy. “She doesn’t get to see her all the time. She just loves her granddaughter.”

“She FaceTimes us every day to talk to Layla. She probably has that rental out front loaded with gifts too.”

“She does,” Mitch chuckled. “She came well-prepared. It’s the reason we needed two rental cars.”

“Oh god.” Justin looked over at his parents and younger brother. “Well, I suppose we get off diaper duty tonight?” He turned to Alex, leaning down to peck her lips. “Maybe we can have a night of full sleep too.” ‘And a little something else as well.’ He thought as he peeked down at his girlfriend’s cleavage.

She blushed and smacked his arm, both ignoring the gag Mitch made and his wife laughing at him for being so dramatic. “Behave.”

“I always am.” He smirked. “That’s how Layla got here after all.” He mused as his girlfriend quickly walked off to the kitchen to check on the food, his sister-in-law following after as she reached out to punch Justin’s shoulder with a “calm it down there, tiger.”

“Sooo.” Mitch started talking, “You guys are official now?”

“We are,” Justin confirmed as he took in the sight of his living room decked out and festive for the holidays. All thanks to Alex’s good taste. “We became official a month ago, but we’ve been taking our time and keeping it between us.”

Mitch nodded. “I’m glad you guys worked it out. You almost missed out on a great girl, Justin.”

Justin agreed to that without hesitation. “I’m just glad she was willing to give me another chance. It’s been amazing.”

He took in the sight of his fussy daughter, who was wearing a cute sweater dress. She was the best gift he’d ever received. Not even being drafted in the NFL compared to the feeling of being Layla Herbert’s father. The more he stared at his daughter, the more he felt his heart warm with feelings of love and happiness.

He couldn’t wait for what the New Year would hold for his little family. He was excited to see Layla reach her milestones as she grew and with it, he’d hope that his and Alex’s relationship would continue to strengthen.

The ring he kept locked away in a small safe under his bed was waiting for its time to shine. He just hoped 2024 would be the year he’d get to break it out.

“Say, ‘come here, papa.’” Holly had her granddaughter focus on her dad. “Say, ‘papa, papa, papa.’”

Layla stared at her grandma in confusion, causing Patrick to snicker, and instead reached for her dad and let out a loud “ahhhh,” with a grabby hand towards her dad.

Justin immediately went over to her. “Why are you so fussy, Laylay?” He reached for her with one arm, using his cast-covered hand to support her bum and his other hand to hold her head against his chest as his daughter quieted down. “She’s been fussy all day.” He told his mom, who was staring at him with teary eyes. “She was just getting over an ear infection.”

“Oh Justin,” His mom cooed. “I still can’t believe this is real. Just look at her. She’s so precious. You and Alex made the most beautiful baby. I swear.” She wiped her eyes, trying not to get too emotional.

“Wait - what if I have kids someday? Won’t they be beautiful?” Patrick protested.

“They will be,” Justin said. “Just not as beautiful as mine.”

“She’s only beautiful because of her mom. It’s definitely not because of your ass.” Patrick sneered, yelping when his mom pinched his arm. “Oww!”

“Don’t be mean, Patrick! Your brother is not ugly.”

Justin smiled at his brother behind his mom’s back. “Well, Alex is beautiful and so is Layla. Can’t deny that.”

Before anyone could say anything else. Alex had called them in the dining room for dinner. Mitch had joined her and his wife in setting the table.

As Justin was walking in with Layla, Alex stopped him to ask for Layla. “Why don’t you eat first? And I can bottle feed her.”

“I was going to breastfeed her in the kitchen,” Alex said.

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’ll bottle-feed her from the milk you stored in the fridge. You eat and enjoy dinner with everyone. My mom will end up abandoning us anyway to come see Layla in the kitchen if you stay in here.”

Alex nodded at that, knowing he was right. “Ok. Let’s go eat then. Go get settled and I’ll get her bottle warmed up for you.”

Justin nodded and smiled at his wife. “I love you.”

She smiled back shyly, “I love you too.”

They stood there for a few moments until Layla fussed again and started pulling at Justin’s shirt, mouthing against the material. “Ok, ok,” He soothed her, reaching for her binky that was clipped to her dress. “We’re getting it, Ms. Fussy.”

Layla suckled on her binky, staring up at her dad with scrunched eyebrows, showing her displeasure with him.

“You look just like your mom when you make that face.” He mused at his daughter as he walked into the chaotic dining room and took a seat. “But I wouldn’t have it any differently.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Justin’s mom and dad gripped each other’s hands, looking at each other with knowing looks as Alex returned to the table with a bottle for Justin.

What was once fear of the unknown for their son had blossomed into excitement and adoration for his situation. Layla was a blessing. They were sure of that. She gave Justin so much happiness and fulfillment in life outside of football. Alex, his girlfriend, was a wonderful woman as well. They had hoped someday to call her their daughter-in-law.

2023 was a year of trials and tribulations for their son. Yet, by the end of the year, he was given one of the greatest gifts of all. A daughter to love and raise.

“Cheers to Layla.” Mark said suddenly, lifting his glass, “Cheers to Christmas. To our family. And to a Prosperous New Year.”

“Cheers!” The rest of the table echoes.

“Cheers to Layla.” Justin cooed to his daughter who smiled around the nipple of the bottle.

Justin smiled at his girlfriend who smiled back at him. “Cheers to us,” He said quietly.

Alex lifted her glass of sparkling grape juice to him with a smile. “Cheers to us.” She agreed.

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stinetoftdk · 3 months

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Introducing myself. (Part 1)

Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse, disordered eating and gendered upbringing.

"I learned to hide my body, by compressing my chest with bandages to hide my developing breasts, by practicing to make my voice go deeper and by wearing big hoodies and baggy pants, to hide my wider hips."

Not Male, Not female: I am born Intersex, which means that my body didn’t develop in the same manner as most other bodies, in regards to sex traits.

The human body has 23 pairs of chromosomes that make up the genes of the body. The 23rd pair is the sex chromosomes and is in most cases what determines if a person will turn out to be male or female and in a few cases, intersex.

Someone who is genetically female, will have two x-chromosomes, while someone who is genetically male will have one x-chromosome and one y-chromosome.

The genetic sex doesn’t determine the biological sex, but it is part of the equation.

In my case, I have two x-chromosomes in combination with a y-chromosome, which genetically makes me a combination of both male and female.

However, this wasn’t apparent when I was born. When I was born I looked like a typical male child and I was according to medical tradition assigned the male gender.

At the time, in 1985, it wasn’t customary to test for atypical combinations of sex chromosomes in Denmark and therefore, my parents had no reason to think that I was anything other than a baby boy.

What We Learn: My upbringing taught me that my body wasn’t my own, that my body was wrong and that it should be hidden away. I learned that I had no privacy, that my feelings didn’t matter, that I was worthless and that I had to be a boy.

From an early age I was scorned whenever I was acting in a manner that my parents deemed feminine. My mother, who had lost my older sister to “Sudden Infant Death Syndrome” SIDS, was afraid she might accidentally push me in a feminine direction because of the loss of her daughter and out of this fear my parents became hyper vigilant in making sure that I was brought up to be a man.

I learned that I wasn’t allowed to act naturally, but instead had to be a boy, like my older brothers.

I received a strict and disciplined upbringing, that didn’t leave much room for privacy.

When I was 7 years old I was sexually abused, by a person much older then me. It only happened once, but I learned that my body isn’t my own. A few years later, I confided in my parents, who to my big surprise, told me that I should keep it to myself, as saying anything about it, could potentially ruin the life of the abuser.

(Me at 6-7 years of age)

So I learned the my feelings didn’t matter and I felt worthless.

When going to the mall with my parents, to shop for new clothes, they told me that I could choose exactly the clothes that I wanted… but only from the boys department. When pre-puberty, the development stage before puberty, set in and I began to develop female sex traits, I was teased immensely and received daily beatings, in school.

I learned to hide my body, by compressing my chest with bandages to hide my developing breasts, by practicing to make my voice go deeper and by wearing big hoodies and baggy pants, to hide my wide hips. I learned that my body was wrong and that I had to be a boy, even though I for the most part liked how my body was developing.

When at home, at dinner time, my parents told me to eat up, so I could become a big and strong young man, just like my brothers. I was afraid that my parents would notice that I was developing female traits and scorn me, so I ate well while they were watching.

After dinner I would often become sad, because I had no interest in becoming a man and I didn’t understand why my parents wanted me to. I learned to associate eating and being overweight with safety, but I also learned to associate eating with masculinity and becoming a man.

I developed an eating disorder because of this, where I have a tendency of shifting between starving myself when I’m happy and overeating when I become sad, called bulimia.

For the reader: If you want to know more? Follow along. If you have any questions? be sure to ask them in the comments, I would love to give you an answer.

#intersex #intersex community #trans community #transgender #trans pride #transgirl #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtq community #transfem #childhood trauma

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paceypeternathanslawyer · 11 months

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It really bothers me how the adults in Nathan and Haley's lives reacted to them getting married. They all put their own baggage on Nathan and Haley.

Perhaps the most surprising reaction is Karen's because Karen is not Haley's mother so I believe that she should have been a bit less opinionated. Though Karen did come around pretty quickly and decided to support Haley, which I appreciate. But the following line does bother me cause it's another situation of an adult in Naley's lives forcing their baggage onto them...

KAREN: Haley…I know that you and Nathan are in love and you know that I was also in love in high school but sometimes, love fades…and, I just hope with all my heart that…it doesn’t fade for you.

I'm not saying that what she's saying is wrong. But what she's forgetting is that she was dating Dan and Haley is married to Nathan. Dan and Nathan are not at all the same person. I saw that video of Dan and Karen at that school dance while they were dating. I can't see how the Karen we see in the show could be into that blowhard, arrogant, asshole. Also the fact that Nathan proposed to Haley shows the difference between Nathan and Dan. Dan would never have proposed to Karen and the only reason that he proposed to Deb was cause she got pregnant but so did Karen. The reason he chose Deb was because she fit into the life HE WANTED. He also liked the money that she had through her rich family. Everything is about what someone can give Dan.

Deb really annoys me cause I guess I expected a bit better. I'm not surprised that she was upset but Deb reacts in a truly horrible way. Her knee jerk reaction is to call Haley names and accuse her of ruining Nathan's life. But even worse, she accuses Nathan and Haley of causing Dan's heart attack. Even though Deb knows it's her fault if anyones. She was the one who slept with his brother. She was the one who watched as he had a heart attack and refused to call 911 at first. And yet, to make herself feel less guilty, she puts that on her 16 year old son and his 16 year old wife. Deb's behaviour during this time is all manipulative and conniving but I wanna shine a light on a specific interaction with Karen. Karen has decided that she's gonna support Haley and has come to believe that their marriage could work and this is the exchange between them...

DEB: How can you be so at ease with all of this?

KAREN: I know this is hard for you Deb.

DEB: Oh don’t tell me you honestly think this can work?

KAREN: Haley’s been like a daughter to me.

DEB: And Nathan used to be a son to me. On top of that, you can’t possibly know what they’re up against Karen. You didn’t get married when you were their age.

Again another situation of the adults putting their baggage on Naley. Deb's marriage is failing and she puts that baggage on her child.

Dan always put his own baggage on people so that was no surprise. Dan was in his normal form. Nathan told him they had gotten married and this is the exchange with Dan....

DAN: So that’s it for basketball.

NATHAN: Why should it be?

DAN: You’ll see. You think you can do it all now but, one day you’ll look up and realise all you have to live with are your mistakes.

NATHAN: It’s not a mistake dad. We’re both happy. It’s a good thing.

DAN: I was talking about my mistakes too Nathan. Sooner or later we all choose a path. Sometimes you never look back and sometimes life forces you to.

This is the problem with Dan. Everything is about HIS mistakes. Deb's life and decisions, Nathan's life and decisions. Everything revolves around Dan as far as he's concerned. And what he needs to realize is that he made his decisions for very specific reasons. And he didn't achieve his dreams because of who he is as a person and the decisions he made. But not just his decisions but also because of the way he chose to react to his decisions. But not because he married Deb and had Nathan.

Something I love about Naley is how their marriage lasted and thrived despite everything they were up against. They had to deal with parents who were actively working to destroy their marriage or at least rooting for it to fail. Dan tried to pay someone to seduce Haley. Dan tried to get Nathan fired from his job so that they would have money issues. Deb went to a lawyer and tried to find ways to delegitimize it. Dan preyed upon their vulnerability and tried to pit them against each other while they were vulnerable. And that's only one thing they had to deal with. They went through so much but there marriage doesn't show the scars of their past. They deal with their issues, they forgive each other and they get past it. They don't constantly bring up each other's past mistakes. They make it through stronger and more in love than ever.

#one tree hill #one tree hill: favorites #nathan and haley #naley #nathan x haley #haley x nathan #otp #nathan scott #haley james scott #haley scott #haley james #karen roe #deb scott #deb lee #dan scott #the wb #the cw

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Poppies in October

DISCLAIMER: This story is fanfiction, names you recognize I do not own. Thems of tragedy are throughout the story, this chapter has mentions of suicide, self harm, smutty scenes, maybe bad judgment. The childhood background of the Black Brothers is influenced by @sufferingstarlight . Not proofread.

Pairings: Eventual Jegulily, right now it's Regulily.

Do not read if you're under the age of 18.

"It is no night to drown in:

A full moon, river lapsing

Black beneath bland mirror-sheen"

Lorelei by Sylvia Plath

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Chapter I

I felt so dizzy with anguish, I felt like teeth and fangs tore at my flesh ripping it clean off of my muscles and bones. I felt as though my blood dripped from my heart down the corridors, I couldn't see, tears blinded my vision. I couldn't breathe, oxygen was stolen from my lungs.

Everything felt meaningless, not even my usual comforts from Sylvia Plath or Anaïs Nin's words could save me from my own suffering.

I didn't even desire to pray at my altar to Cerridwen, for I think no one, not even the great Goddess, had a cure for heartbreak.

I've loved Marley since I was thirteen.

She used to always ask me what I was reading, I told her about my muggle books I carried with me everywhere as she would play with my auburn hair. She'd lay her head in my lap and I'd recite poems from Sylvia word for word from memory, as I played with her cropped hair.

When that bludger hit her, I healed her, not Madame Pomfrey. She kissed me under the bleachers and carved our initials in the wood, and I lost my virginity to her that night when Gryffindor beat Slytherin. We snuck out and she surprised me with a tent by the lake. She knew the squid wouldn't harm us, no creatures attacked when I was around.

Things did begin to get a little rocky after a bit, like when I asked her why she wouldn't tell her parents I was her girlfriend. Despite being perfectly nice people, and tolerable of me as just a friend of their dear Marlene, Malcolm and Elspeth McKinnon didn't like the idea of their youngest daughter having romantic ties to a Muggle-Born. It would ruin their perfect image as Scotland's strongest Wizarding family.

Yes, Slytherins aren't the only prejudiced wizards. Everyone else is just very good at hiding the arsenic in the sugar, most wizard folk aren't very comfortable with any sort of connections to the Muggle realm, they're terrified of exposure. As if there weren't superstitious muggles, my Nain used to tell me all sorts of Welsh folklore and superstitions. She lives in an old cottage in Gwynedd, a pagan lady who taught me of what people call the old Gods, Gods I know to still exist.

This world acts as if muggles are so ignorant of the existence of magic, clairvoyance is even something that is passed down from my mother's side of the family, The Castells are even rumor to have lineage that goes back to Pelleas, Nimue, and Rhiannon. My middle name is Nimue and my sister Petunia's is Rhiannon.

Marley didn't let anything convince her to go against her parents, I should have known then she didn't love me. I stopped hanging out with Sev for her, I started being mean to James Potter for her, and Cerridwen, did I feel guilty for that. Even though he was never nice to Sev, I found myself getting along with James and the Marauders, it's not as if Sev jumped to my defense when his friends called me a mudblood. For Arawn's sake, why am I always the one to have to make all the compromises and sacrifices?

Marley made me feel like a slag for finding James attractive, never did I think more than that or try anything, and James never tried to seduce me, just flirty comments here and there. But tonight, tonight I learned from her own lips, the lips that used to console me and make love to me, that she and Dorcas, my friend Dorcas, slept together. And to add insult to injury, she dumped me in front of all the girls in our dorm.

Two years I pledged my love to that fucking quidditch obsessed, Don Juanita.

I leaned my body against the castle wall, only to have one of the bloody paintings bitch at me that my crying is keeping them awake. What do they need sleep for? They're dead.

I threw myself off the wall and headed up to the Astronomy tower, desiring deeply to suffer and lick my wounds alone.

I didn't even want to sleep there anymore, I felt homeless.

I ascended the tower, tears flowing freely the moment my senses touched the fresh air of the sky. I ripped off the amethyst bracelet with a delicate M charm dangling, Marley got me that for our first anniversary. I stomped on it and watched it shattered into a thousand pieces like my heart.

What about me is so hard to love? Was I not supportive enough? Was I not always available whenever she wanted me? Am I not pretty enough? I thought of Dorcas's smooth, chocolate skin, her wide bedroom eyes the color of pure caramel, her waist length, dark coils and her elegantly slender body as if she were part elven. I can't compete with her, she's so even tempered and cool and elegant. I'm strange, erratic, crazy is what Marley called me after I just decided to chop off my red locks to a bouncy bob. I hate being called crazy, I can't stomach it. She prefers her girls to have long hair, well I'm not her girl anymore.

"Crucio!"

My heart stopped, my blood froze. Hearing one of the unforgivables was like nothing you can prepare for. My instinct was to stop it, stop that person from inflicting pain on the other. But when I ran to the scene of the crime, my eyes widened in horror for there was no one inflicting crucio on another, but none other than Regulus Black, inflicting pain on himself.

Crumpled on the ground, hunched over, sleeves of his black jumper rolled up to expose his arms, his distinct dark curls falling over his face. There was no mistaking the prominent cheekbones, his wand pointed to his wrist where blood dripped from slashes and now the word empty was brutally edged and woven into his alabaster skin.

Tears splattered and mixed with the seeping blood from his wounds. I held up my hand "arresto!"

Messing around on my own, I have discovered I can perform a little wandless magic. I have also discovered my ability to simply create the spell arresto , which can stop movement.

I was glad to see Regulus drop his wand with a gasp, shock colored his gray-green eyes as his head snapped up to stare at me in astonishment and then anger. I panted, that particular spell takes a lot out of me.

"Why?" He spat, his eyes darkened. "What in Merlin's name possessed you to do that?" He growled. "And how-"

I'm friendly with Sirius, and Sev, meaning that Regulus has always been around. I've attempted many times to greet him but he shied away from me often, probably because of my blood Status. Blood supremacy couldn't stop me from empathizing with the younger Black brother.

I understand what it's like, to feel the need to harm yourself to make you forget about the horrors of your reality. During the dark days, I'd burn myself by any means, there would be freedom in pain. But that isn't right, and to see him so unhappy and desperate enough to crucio himself….I felt protective of him, whether he wanted it or not, I will protect him, even from himself.

I made my way over and fell to my knees, taking his arm in my hold. "Evans, what the hell do you think you're doing? You stupid bitch, you've ruined everything!" He snapped.

I know he's upset, but my emotional wounds from Marley were still raw, and I selfishly wallowed in them. "I know." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Vulnera Sanentur." I spoke it softly, watching the word heal and gashes disappear into faded scars.

Regulus stared at me in bewilderment, his lips fallen open in awe. I felt myself blush. "Please, please don't tell anyone I can do that." I begged in a whisper.

His eyes bore into mine, his wet and red and glassy. "As long as you don't tell anyone I used an unforgivable." His voice was hoarse, no doubt from his screams of pain.

"How did you find me?'' He asked suddenly.

"I heard you." I said softly. His eyes widened. "That's not possible, I used muffliato, I'm no novice at charms."

"I know, you've earned the reputation as brightest of your year.'' He's a year below myself but i know what hes capable of, everyone does, plus I'm in the Slug club with him.

His eyes narrowed into slits in suspicion. "Not possible…"

"Well I heard you." I pointed out before inspecting His slender arm. "I understand, maybe that's why…maybe I heard you when no one else has or will because…I used to…"

His eyes searched me. "Go on." He urged.

Surprisingly I did, I couldn't stop myself tonight. "I used to burn my thighs…with enchantments, I can make my fingers hot enough to do it..smelling my burning flesh satisfied me like it was confirmation or something…"

I couldn't look at him as I said it.

"Why?" His voice was pained, I saw his hands reach, but I don't know for what. "Why would you ever do that to yourself?"

"Same as you, pain I couldn't possibly expose…" I swallowed salty tears and took a deep breath. "I missed Wales so much that first time, when…well, this woman would watch me while my parents were at work. She never paid attention to Tuney, my sister…just me. Always touching my hair, telling me how pretty it is, how pretty my eyes are, she liked giving me baths too much." It physically pain me to say this. I risked a look at Regulus, his expression horrified as if he knew what I was going to say. "Lily…"

I took a deep breath. "She did it all the time, touched me all the time. Guilted me saying my parents can't afford most sitters, she's the cheapest one…if I told them they'd feel like horrible parents. So I didn't say anything…" I choked out the last word. "Tuney was supposed to be at her friend Kim's, but she forgot her roller skates. She walked in on me on the couch, my knickers around my ankles…she was on top of me." I felt myself crumple just remembering it. Suddenly Regulus gathered me in his arms , I felt too clogged to cry. "I begged her not to tell mum and dad, she didn't but we had to get rid of her. " I looked up at him "Petunia told her if she ever returned she'd tell the police. We never saw her again but Regulus, I wish we told the police." I sobbed out.

"Oh Lily…" somehow, the sound of his voice, his long, dexterous fingers stroking my hair, and the smell of him calmed me. He smells like wintergreen, rose geraniums likd my Nain grows in her garden, and freshly fallen snow. I rubbed my nose into his jumper further. I balled my fists in the cable knit material that he no doubt spent galleons on, only to have the tears of a poor Muggle-born dampening it.

But he seemed to not mind, his lanky arms enveloped around me pulling me closer, making me feel warm and safe when I should be comforting him. "I hate…hate my life so much. My parents make it very clear that they never wanted children, that the purpose of having Sirius and I was only to prolong the noble house of Black." He sneered. "One toe out of line, any inkling of disappointment…you think this is my first time I felt the white hot pain of crucio? Mother has done it so many times its almost her way of giving a maternal kiss on the cheek." He spat.

My mouth fell open in horror to know a mother was capable of something so…evil.

I felt his body shake as he held back a violent sob. "Regulus…" I had forgotten all about my pain, looking up at this beautiful boy in so much anguish, I lifted my head and gently, slipped my fingers up his jaw, cupping his face gingerly. Our foreheads pressed together, his prominent nose brushing against my smaller one. His tears and mine dripped onto one another's skin. I took a deep, shaky breath. "You don't have to–"

"No, you shared your tale…you deserve to hear mine--y-you're the only one...who deserves…" I blinked back tears as he struggled to get the words out. I tenderly stroked his cheek with my thumb to wipe away the falling diamonds of tears. I licked my lips because the salty drops spilled onto my mouth, we were that close and Regulus seemed to notice. His eyes flickered to my mouth before looking down into my eyes. "I don't blame Sirius for leaving me behind. I'm angry at him for it, so angry that it consumes me as I watch him move on with a new family leaving me behind to deal with them." He hissed as more tears spilled. I wondered if Sirius was aware of his brother all alone and left behind. I felt angry for Regulus, this boy I hardly know but empathize with bone deep.

"But I don't blame him because…because I saw" he choked out. "I saw what my father did to him." I furrowed my brows in confusion, my lips parted. His eyes fell to my lips again and he parted his.

"Make me forget Lily, make us forget." He begged his ghostly verdant eyes pleading in desperation and distressed beseeching.

"What do you mean–" he cut me off with a desperate kiss, his mouth on mine so desperate it was almost violent in its mission.

It was the strangest thing but I felt like I could breathe again, as I inhaled this boy, as he swallowed me whole in the process of consuming me. I ached suddenly for something I've never had, his lips were bruising mine despite them being so soft. I tasted sweet spearmint on his tongue, and although it was slow it didn't make the kiss any less demanding.

His large hands grasped my hips and held my lower back, his fingertips brushed beneath my blouse, eagerly stroking my skin and I shivered violently. I moaned as he had me on my back and suddenly he was on top of me but it felt like he was everywhere all at once. His teeth gnashed on my lower lip, tearing at the skin releasing oozing red blood staining my teeth and spilling into his mouth. He moaned loudly and it was muffled by our starving mouth. I felt inhuman like some wolf-girl, sucking my own blood off of his tongue with ravenous behavior. I liked it, no, loved tasting myself on him, I did something to me.

I squeaked into his mouth as his large hands sank into my leggings to cup, possess, grope, my backside. I was too inspirit to feel my usual lack of confidence with my bum, it's known to be ample and I hated it. But The way Regulus almost painfully grasped and fondled it, while using it to leverage me closer to his body, convinced me he didn't mind in the least. I felt light headed, dizzy, like I my consciousness was fading and my breath was robbed from me. With a gasp from us both, he tore his mouth from mine panting heavily, looking feral, his eyes as wild as his curls that were usually tamed and slicked back. He looked like a man on the verge of what… I do not know..

He released my backside reluctantly, now palming my buxom breasts through my oversized blouse. His nostrils flared and he kissed my neck emitting a squeal from me, going right for my weakness, straight to my Achilles heel. I made the most embarrassing of moans as his tongue, teeth, and lips made a meal of my poor sensitive neck. My eyes rolled back and he murmured almost in tears against my skin. "Merlin, you smell so good. Why do you smell so good?" He begged.

I couldn't give him an answer, I didn't know or understand. I just tugged in his Apollonian ringlets with another pathetic cry from my lips as I felt his teeth clamp down on my flesh as if he were a vampire and not Regulus. He made me feel desired and wanton when I wasn't, making me forget the ugly characters of my supposed childhood, replacing my thoughts, my senses with just him.

Suddenly, he had ripped my blouse off, the loud clatter of buttons hitting the wood made me painfully aware that my breasts were no longer hidden and that there was something hard and large pressing into my inner thigh. I've never done anything with boys before, James Potter was the first boy I felt attracted to and thought of when alone. I usually feel attracted to girls more, soft, pretty girls and hard handsome girls. But when I pushed my hand beneath his thick jumper, and I slid my hand up his flat stomach, stealing a shiver from his throat, and there were no peaks, no breasts blossoming there, but flat plains of pectorals. It piqued my sexual curiosity. "Oh…" I made a soft sound of wonderment. "I've never….not with a boy…"

He looked down at me, his angelic curls falling in his statuesque face,a thick and beautifully arched brow bent elegantly up in an intrigue arch before a soft, rakish smile stretched across his mouth attractively. Was it strange to find it pairing so nicely with his bloodshot eyes? Scarlet veins appeared from the result of bloodcurdling sobs…just like me. "I've never been with a girl before…" he gently brushed my blouse off my shoulders, the crisp October Scottish night kissed my skin, leaving behind paths of goosebumps. My sun-kissed color of summer is fading away into my peaches and cream complexion. His gaze hungrily gobbled up the sight of my exposed flesh, eating the appearance of my large breasts that never are bound by a bra. He grasped them, his breath tickling them causing my rosy nipples to harden and pebble. "So perky and…" he squeezed, ripping a gasp from me. "Soft." The word disappeared in my bust, his soft, wet mouth buried my cleavage. I wrapped my legs around his waist rocking my hips against his, our groins rubbing eagerly together in desperation. His pink tongue licked around my breasts, sucking now as if he were starving for months. He rutted into my clothed center. I heard a tear and looked down to see where his hidden hardness was, the material of his trousers now had an obvious rip and revealed the gray of his briefs.

But I didn't have much time to look, I cried out his name when he suckled my nipple into his wet, hot mouth as he twisted the other. The pain that had me cry out turned into a euphoric sensation that reached my core. He switched his mouth to the other, his teeth clamped down on my sensitive buds and I let out a sob of a mix between pleasure and pain. I rolled my hips feeling such intense throbbing and electricity betwixt my thighs.

"Oh, oh, oh!" I couldn't even form words.

"No!" He growled and before knew it he flipped me over, onto my stomach. "Not yet, you're not going to cum yet." He pulled up my hips so that my arse was in the air and with his bare hands, he ripped open my leggings revealing my lack of knickers. I could feel my click dripping down my folds down my inner thighs and I heard him whine, actually whine, fuck it was so hot. "Merlin, you're dripping, you're actually dripping." I gasped with a cry feeling two long fingers one with a ring, rubbing and swiping against my slobbering bits.

"Hngh!" My tongue lulled out of my mouth, I was drooling and my eyes rolled back.

Regulus gripped my backside and spread my cheeks before burying his tongue inside of me. "Fuck!" I whined. With that he penetrated his tongue deeper inside of me, wiggling it around inside of me. I grasped for something anything to hold on to as he sucked my labia inside of his mouth, slurping lewdly. My breasts scraped against the floor as I screamed in wild abandon. I felt like a maenad at a bacchanal, participating in hedonistic rituals to please her God. My very own Dionysos was drinking and slurping my essence like it was the wine of the Gods. Not even. Marlene ate me out with this much enthusiasm, he was going so fast. I felt his aquiline nose nudge inside of me and his teeth grazed my bundle of nerves. "Fuck, i-i can't!" I choked out.

He rolled my clit around in his mouth and I was begging in a language I didn't understand and neither did he, it was informable words after all. My eyes crossed and he didn't stop torturing my bud as he sank two ring-wrapped fingers knuckle deep inside of me. He went right for it, pounding deeper and and deeper hitting my spot, his fingertips grazing that spot aggressively almost painful. "Ow-ugh-yes! Yes! YES! PLEASE!" I begged. I was actually begging for his permission like my pleasure wasn't mine, but completely his. It felt so nice to have someone else responsible for me.

"I'm going to let you cum Lily, you know?" His voice was soft but had an edge to it, like he was doing everything in his power to restrain himself. "Because you deserve to feel good for once, we deserve to feel good for once." He hissed, angry for us, someone was angry for me. He grasped my throat with his other hand, the cold metal of his rings hit my throat and he squeezed gently. My heart raced as his other pair of fingers pounded faster inside of me as he rubbed every part of me down there. With his grasp on my throat he forced me to look up at him. I stared up at his intense expression, high on the emotional rollercoaster of the night and the pleasure of this moment, intoxicated by him. "Open."

I knew he meant my mouth and I did so. "Such a smart girl." He gently squeezed my throat and I fluttered around him, squeezing his fingers at his gentle praise. He hovered his mouth over mine and dripped his spit into my mouth. I swallowed and he brushed his lips against my ear. "Cum." As if I was imperio'd, I released on command, flooding his fingers. It was like a spillage, a waterfall, so much spilled I could hear it make a mess on the floor.

I collapsed, falling into the comfort of darkness.

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@sufferingstarlight @meetmyothersouls

#jegulily #regulily #james x lily x regulus #james potter #lily evans #timothee chamalet #regulus black #timothee fanfic #the marauders

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Red Hot Winter- Chapter 17

Trigger warning: Mikael being an abusive father, blood sharing, sex scenes, minors dni

Chapter 17- "Darkside"

"Is this extremely necessary mother?" Elijah heard Finn ask. He was still being held by the chains. It had rained the previous two days, his clothes were ruined, his throat was burning for a taste of blood, specifically, Elena's, and the vervain was no longer in his system, though his mother would from time to time stake him.

"Of course, it is my son. I'm doing this for us, for our family. I unleashed a course onto this world. It is my duty to nature to end it." Replied Esther.

His mother went to the backyard to see him.

"It seems like Niklaus has forgotten about you." She said.

"It will take a lot more than this to make him forget about me, Mother. I'm sure my brother is planning your death at this moment."

"Your brother wouldn't be that cruel, not to me. That hatred is reserved to his father."

"What do you want with me, mother?"

"I want to make you remember."

"I never forget one single thing you or Father has done to any of us"

"Not that, my son," Esther said smiling. "Do you remember our last Harvest Festival, before I turned you into vampires?"

"Yes."

Viking settlement, 1000 years ago (what is now known as Mystic Falls)

Henrik had just died, and Elijah and his family were going through the grief of losing yet another of their own. Before he was born, his family had lost another child before coming to the new world, but that child had died of an illness that had no cure at that point. Henkrik had been killed by men who turned into wolves.

His father, Mikael, took his older brother Finn and more village men to take revenge for the death of Henrik right after Niklaus brought his body back. His father came back covered in blood, but before he even cleaned himself up, he abused whom he considered guilty as well. Elijah wouldn't have known about it had Tatia not barged into his room in the middle of the night to bring her to her house to help his brother.

When Elijah got there, Tatia with the help of her teen son had managed to put Niklaus lying face down, with a sheet covering him. She sent her son back to his room and told him to go back to sleep. Only then did she remove the sheets to reveal the fresh bloody whip wounds on Niklaus's back? Elijah wanted to cry, as Tatia was as well. She already knew he was a witch, and mostly thanks to the abuse Niklaus endured, healing spells had become his specialty.

"Hold my hand," Elijah said. Tatia held his hand and he touched Niklaus's wounds, who cried out of pain. Elijah didn't need to recite the incation, but he focused on his brother, on the flesh healing and closing. After a few minutes of this process, all of Niklaus's lacerations had been closed.

On the next morning, Mikael was angry to see Niklaus standing up, walking around with Tatia, knowing that Elijah had most likely healed him.

Later that night, it was the Harvest Festival. Though Elijah should be thankful for all of the food his village had managed to produce throughout the season and thank the gods, the only thing he wanted to ask them was Tatia's heart, who now was dancing with his brother. She was caught by surprise when Niklaus kissed her and she kissed him back, though her heart wasn't into it. She had made her choice between the brothers.

She excused herself to rest, but actually, she went to Elijah, who had hidden behind the place where his mother took care of the animals.

"Elijah," She said.

"Tatia. You look ravishing tonight." He said, smiling.

She took a step towards him.

"Why do you choose to watch me from the shadows?" She asked.

"You seemed to be having fun with my brother. I didn't want to intrude."

"What if I wanted you to intrude, Elijah? When my husband died, I was supposed to throw myself in a pyre of fire, but I chose to live. And I chose to give my heart out to someone strong, protective, fierce, and yet noble and gentle" Tatita put her hand on his face, and he held her wrist. "I choose you, Elijah." He moved in to kiss her. She took a step back, laughing.

"You choose to have our first kiss where your mother slaughters the pigs? Not very romant" She didn't have time to finish her sentence before he kissed her for the first time"

"It was the night Tatia chose you," Esther said. "You certainly have a type, my son, given the woman you're dating now."

Elijah pulled on his chains, looking at his mother with a murderous look.

"Elena has nothing to do with this." He said, in a threatening tone.

"Oh, but she does. Does she know you killed Tatia?" Esther said, smiling.

"I didn't, Rebekah told me you used her blood to make the vampires and you killed her."

"I didn't my son. You did." Esther walked up to Elijah and touched his head with both of her hands. She started to recite an incantation and a flood of memories almost drowned Elijah.

Viking Settlement, 1000 years ago (present-day Mystic Falls)

Esther and Mikael had turned their children into vampires to protect themselves from the wolves, to ensure none of them would ever die like their little Henrik had. That's until Esther realized that Niklaus also carried the werewolf gene. The first time he killed someone, it triggered his course, and his mother had put a spell on him to prevent it from ever manifesting, or so she thought.

A few weeks later, Mikael and Esther would find out that their kids didn't have the self-control expected.

Klaus had gone on a spree after an argument with his father and killed 6 villagers, and his brother Elijah had promised him that he would stay beside him, no matter what. That's when he saw Tatia.

The woman was terrified, and she ran away, but fell down and wounded her hand, which started bleeding.

Elijah helped her stand, though she wanted to be away from him.

"I would never hurt you! Tatia, please…"He tried to plead with her but couldn't resist the smell of her blood.

"I'm so sorry," He said, before biting into her neck and drinking every drop of her blood.

He brought her lifeless body to his mother and was immediately grief-streaking. Esther genuinely felt bad for her son, she knew he loved that woman. In the next couple of weeks, Elijah refused to feed and was growing weaker by the day. So Esther made a choice. She cast a spell on her son. Every single time he committed an atrocity such as killing someone he cared about, those memories would stay behind a trap set in his mind by a spell. The trap? The door to their hut. The red door."

"No, I didn't kill her! That's not possible!" Said Elijah.

"You did. And if you're not careful you'll do the same to Elena." Esther said, backing up. "You've been drinking her blood. Does it taste the same as Tatia's blood?"

"Stop!" Shouted Elijah, his head falling back. Memories of himself committing horrific crimes throughout his life couldn't leave his mind. He dismembered bodies, ripping out hearts, and drinking blood until there was not a single drop left.

"I've only shown you the truth, my son," Esther said. It was at that moment that Klaus finally showed up. Davina and Bonnie were reciting an incantation, making Esther weak. The chains that held Elijah back fell from the trees. Caroline and Elena ripped it from his wrists, taking him to the car. Klaus held his mother's neck.

"Whatever you've done to my brother, I'm gonna make you pay." He said, in a dangerous tone. He dropped her, and left his mother's house, along with Bonnie and Davina.

Back in the compound, Elena had given Elijah a couple of blood bags to quench his thirst and helped him shower. After they were done, they lay on their bed.

"Thank you." He said, pulling her close to him.

"I told you I'd bring you back." She said, smiling. He brought her face to him and kissed her. His lips finally meeting hers, he felt her warmth and the tenderness in their kiss. Elijah's emotions ran wild and he pulled her even closer to him, pushing her body against his. His lips moved with hers slowly, the passion building within him. He explored her mouth, feeling all that she had to offer. His hands moved over her body, feeling her curves and contours.

They kissed for what felt like an eternity, yet he wished it would never end. Elijah felt a burning inside him, an urge to take her right then and there. He wanted to tell her all the things he felt but the only language he could speak was the language of love. He wanted to shout his love to the heavens above, but all he could do was kiss her. Kiss her fiercely and deeply, letting her know with each caress that he would never leave her side.

Elijah couldn't keep his hands off of her. He brushed his fingers along her sides before gently nudging them up, gripping her waist, and pulling her even closer to him. She felt his warm breath on her skin as he leaned in, sending shivers racing down her spine. His lips pressed into hers fervently, feeling for a response.

She pushed back in kind, his touch becoming more passionate with each passing second. His hands traveled further around her body, feeling her tense beneath his touch. Yet, she still wanted more, and let out a small sigh from his embrace. He released her from his lips, only to move lower, sending more sensations coursing through her.

Elijah eagerly slides down the bed and positions himself between Elena's outstretched legs. He nuzzles his nose up and against her inner thigh, his stubble scratching her as a shiver of pleasure runs through her body. He spreads her folds wide and presses his tongue against her delicate clit, swirling it around the sensitive bud before dipping lower to lick her from bottom to top, his fingers pressing inside her.

She moans in pleasure as he continues to please her, his fingers circling around her entrance to tease her further, his fingertips dancing between her lips while his tongue continues its exploration. Then, as he continues to delicately torture her with his tongue, he retreats back to her entrance, tongue pushing in further this time as his finger works its way up, pleasuring her even more. She gasps with pleasure as he withdraws his digits and devotes all of his attention to her clit, his tongue constantly stimulating her in such amazing ways that make her moan and gasp with pleasure and excitement. Then, it's too much for her to bear, as each stroke of his tongue and finger brings her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, she can no longer control herself and Elijah knows it, as she screams out his name and releases her essence. She's spent, her body trembling with pleasure.

He kisses his way up her body, finally kissing her mouth. Spending two days away from her was pure torture.

Their bodies were entwined and pulsing with desire. He slowly moved his body, grinding and slipping inside her. With every thrust, she felt a surge of pleasure, her body pushing and pulling him deeper inside. She clung to him, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, every inch of her body filled with ecstasy. Elijah leaned his head down, his lips brushing lightly against her neck as he worked his hips faster, feeling a wave of pleasure and satisfaction building inside her.

Elijah was getting increasingly aroused as he was pleasuring Elena, not only by his movements but by the way Elena moaned and writhed beneath him. She was so responsive to his every touch that Elijah couldn't help but take it further.

His face started to transform without him thinking about it. His eyes turned black, his veins popped up, and his fangs came down. Elena opened her eyes but before she could even say anything, Elijah leaned down and bit her neck. This was new. They've never done this during this situation but it was so much better. Elena clutches to Elijah's back, scratching him, and making him bleed. She let him take however much he needed.

Then, as Elena felt herself reaching her pinnacle, Elijah started to thrust hard and fast, his hardness igniting an explosive essence that left her trembling and gasping. He stopped drinking and kissed her neck.

As Elijah slowly pulled out, she could feel his warmth spilling onto her, the immense pleasure still coursing through her body. He kissed her.

"I love you, my love," He said. "Always and Forever."

"Always and Forever." She said smiling.

She waited for him to fall asleep. He was smiling and slept on top of her stomach. Caressing his head, she closed her eyes and let herself see the memories of the red door.

She slowly got up from the bed, putting up his button-up, a pair of pants, and her shoes. Closing the door to the room, she went to find Klaus, who was in his office. Caroline was there reading a book while he did another painting.

"Klaus, we need to talk." She said.

"I told you we'd save my brother, Elena, no need to thank me." He said, dropping his material on the table nearby.

"What is the red door, Klaus?" She asked.

Klaus's demeanor changed.

"I suppose he didn't tell you," Klaus said.

"No, but I saw it on his mind."

"My mother put a spell on him, and all the bad things my brother has done throughout his life go behind that door so he doesn't have to face it."

"It seems like your mother opened it up. Now Elijah knows everything."

"This will destroy him, little by little."

"I'm not going to let him down, I'm not going to let Esther destroy him," Elena said, leaving Klaus's office. She went to Bonnie's room.

"Hey, Elena," Bonnie said, dropping the grimoire she was reading.

"Bonnie I need your help."

"What is it?"

"Esther created a place inside Elijah's mind where he hides every bad thing he has ever done. She opened that door and it will destroy him."

"What are you thinking?"

"I need you to lock me and Elijah inside a spell so I can help him face this, and destroy this place Bonnie."

"Elena, he is an original. What if something happens to you?"

"He won't hurt me."

"He killed Tatia."

"It was not his fault. He is not going to kill me or do anything to me. He loves me, Bonnie."

Esther was trying to destroy the Mikaelsons from within. But little did they know, Esther would not be the only original problem they'd have to face.

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marvelsmylife · 2 years

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The consequence of a fathers action part 3

Pairing: Morpheus x reader

A/n sorry I didn’t post yesterday but hopefully you’ll like this part. I have a vague idea about how this is going to end but I’m also open to suggestions. Also, I’m sorry but Thor and loki aren’t in this chapter.

part two - part four

Terrified. That’s how you felt when you arrived in the dreaming. While everyone you were introduced to was nice to you, you couldn’t help but feel out of place. Asgard was your home and while Morpheus tried to create a replica of your home in the dreaming, you told him you didn’t want a cheap knockoff of your home. “I just want to go back home. Please let me go back home to Asgard” you pleaded with Morpheus and earned a sympathetic look from Lucienne.

“No. This is your home now. Give it time, I know you will love it here” Morpheus tried to place a kiss on your cheek but you moved away before he had the chance. “Fine, you don’t have to kiss me now, I’ll see you in a few hours” Morpheus huffed out before he went with Mathew to deal with a few rogue nightmares.

Your wedding was two days after you arrived in the dreaming. It was only you and Morpheus with death, Lucienne, and Mathew as the witnesses. Morpheus wanted to invite your family and friends but he didn’t trust them. Especially since the last time, he saw one of your family members they promised they were going to get you out of the marriage.

Once your wedding “celebration” had come to an end Morpheus brought you back to his chambers. Before Morpheus had a chance to speak you blurted out “I am not having sex with you tonight”.

That caught Morpheus by surprise but he didn’t want to show it. “That is ok, we have all of eternity to do it. Let’s get some rest, we have a realm to rule tomorrow” Morpheus replied.

While Morpheus wanted to make love to his new bride on their wedding night, he respected your wishes. He knew you would eventually change your mind and when you did he wanted you to regret not making love earlier in your marriage.

To your surprise, Morpheus was respectful and did not touch you without your consent. It took you an entire year for you to allow Morpheus to touch your hands and one hundred more to finally let him kiss your cheek.

By the three hundred year mark Morpheus managed to get you to let your guard down around him. He discovered why you were so against the marriage to begin with and why you still hold a grudge against Odin. “Have you given it a second thought about inviting your father here? I’ve heard he’s still mourning your absence” Morpheus asked as he held you in his arms. You are at fiddler's green discussing the possibility of your mother and father visiting you in the dreaming.

While your relationship with Morpheus has changed for the better since you first got married, he still didn’t trust your brothers enough for him to extend an invitation to them. He’s heard through death that they are still plotting on getting you out of the dreaming and while it looked like you were falling in love with him, he didn’t know if you would still consider running away from him and the marriage.

“I don’t want to see him for the rest of my life” you whispered into Morpheus’ chest “I’ve told you what my life was like growing up and having to win my father's affection. I thought I won it until I found out he gave me away in exchange for a favor”.

Morpheus wanted nothing more than to defend your father and let you know that Odin genuinely loved you. He knew Odin saw you as his daughter even though you weren’t blood-related. Of course, Morpheus didn’t though, he was finally in a good spot in your marriage and he didn’t want to ruin it by defending the man that was now the target of your anger.

“Very well. I shall send an invite to your mother, and your mother only. Your brothers are still prohibited from entering our home” Morpheus placed a kiss on the top of your head before you both headed back to the palace.

You guys did not have sex until you were five hundred years into marriage. What finally got you to give yourself to Morpheus was the night he told you about his first marriage with Calliope and the death of their son. You could tell the death of his son still hurt so you did what your mother used to do when she saw your father get emotional, you kissed him to distract him from his pain. Morpheus was stunned at your sudden action but welcomed the sudden affection you gave him.

“I’m so sorry” you apologized “you were just talking about your son and I-“

Morpheus interrupted you with another kiss, this time he took control and got you pinned down on the mattress. “Never apologized for kissing your husband, especially since it is the first kiss in our marriage” Morpheus murmured against your lips.

You let out a soft moan at the word husband. Yes, he has called himself your husband thousands of times but for the first time, you actually liked it. You have spent so long fighting off the thought of actually giving yourself to Morpheus that you finally allowed yourself to stop. “I’m ready to give myself to you, my dear husband” you moaned into Morpheus’ ear once he started leaving kisses down your neck.

“Are you sure you want to my darling wife? I will not stop once we start” Morpheus asked, giving you the chance to back out before it was too late. All you could do was nod as you finally allowed yourself to love and give yourself to your husband.

@secretdreamlandmentality @intothesoul @jesllianaquilesrolon

#morpheus imagines #morpheus x reader #the sandman imagine

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dcviated · 1 year

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@more-than-a-princess from here

There's a clear sign of a reaction from Sonia's words on Eira's face. The way it relaxes and her eyes lid, allowing her the brief moment to run an arc blind around the edge of the rink. There's contentment and happiness, and another reminder why she so enjoyed Sonia's company- to a degree. There were of course other reasons to stay her enthusiasm around the princess.

"You understand it so well... even if you don't know the whole picture." Or maybe she did. It wasn't as though it was difficult to piece together the puzzle with those core pieces that had been shared. "My mother would take every opportunity to shape me into a perfect child as soon as a quality stood out that agreed with her image of what I needed to be to branch out as she did. Arts and etiquette. Class and respect. I had problems adapting to a fair bit of it, so whenever I showed initiative elsewhere it was something to be grasped, taken, honed..."

Things gained. Things lost.

"Ice skating has the sort of elegance befitting a woman, particularly one that should marry well. Or be paraded with it as part of some resume. Imagine her surprise when I decided I would be an idol instead. Yes, I will take advantage of those dancing classes, mother."

She smiles with a small laugh, letting the picture of the memory play out before her. It was her first true rebellion against those expectations and creating a swath of herself. She remembers too the pit in her stomach of what retaliation she may face. Was it the support of her brother, that saved her? Or her father's soft touch? She fights at times, to recall that face in her memory exactly. As that may be the one true picture of how she saw her daughter before the rationalization and coping began.

"Wait, hold on!" Her eyes are open again and she's giving quite the scrutinizing stare to the royal. "I just said I wouldn't be jumping. No, more important than that-- wh-who would know if I was jumping anyway unless you told someone!" Safe to say that she does have certain passages in her contracts limiting the amount of recklessness she was allowed. "This is what I mean, being around you can be so dangerous. You're trying to get me to jump with reverse psychology, aren't you? It won't work. I was serious. I am not chancing an injury now."

Oh this was frustrating and completely ruining the mood she was trying to enjoy! Sonia is fortunate that around her, at least, the woman cools down quickly. Otherwise that offer with her hands? It would have been removed.

"You and I may have different images of what constitutes as romantic. Fortunate, but horribly dangerous." Spoken so easily as a woman who hadn't allowed herself to experience such a situation. Too proud of her own standing to allow herself that show of weakness. She shudders to think what would occur to necessitate that kind of thing. It sounded horrifying. But then, she also can't say she wouldn't save someone much like Elizabeth had. Annoying.

#morethanaprincess #muse :: eira #verse :: idol #:: queue #sonia is being tricky #eira isnt falling for her wiles as pleasant as they may be

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A Mother's Touch

Drama unfolds in the Rallis household! The children are becoming teenagers! There’s boyfriends and girlfriends and nasty spats, destruction and foolishness abounds. Oh what is one dragon to do?! It’s time to call in the big guns. Only one thing can return this household back to what it once was: mom.

“GET OUT OF MY GARDEN, YOU BRAINLESS BEAST!”

The shrill scream of Sen startled Rallis and Olaf awake. What was going on so early in the morning?!

“NO, NOT MY CATNIP! I’M GOING TO-!”

The feline beast cut into a screaming snarl accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps trampling through soft earth. Rallis groaned and covered her face with her pillow. Olaf checked the clock in the corner of the room and sighed. Hardly after six in the morning. This was far too early for any sort of commotion.

The bard rolled over to bury his face into Rallis’ pillow where her head was hiding. “We should go see what the fuss is,” he mumbled.

The dragon groaned. “Sen’s got it covered,” she said, muffled. “It sounds over anywa-.”

“THOSE ARE MY HERBS! YOU STUPID LIZARD, I’LL SKIN YOU! GET BACK HERE!”

“You were saying?” Olaf snickered.

Rallis groaned loudly and threw the pillow from her face to the wall. She kicked the blankets away and stomped out of their room, not bothering to change out of her attire of only pajama bottoms. Olaf followed a few moments later.

Rallis grumbled and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she made her way downstairs to the sprawling garden that connected the lower floor rooms. Nearly a third of the entire garden had been dug up, leaving deep gashes and grooves in the earth, the telltale signs of dragon claws. Sen the larupia beast was pacing around one patch in particular that had been utterly demolished, growling and hissing louder with every step. Rallis was rather nervous to approach the fuming cat.

“Hey, Sen,” Rallis timidly tried. “What’s the matt-?”

The cat spun around with a fury in their eyes like Rallis had never seen. She backed away a step as the cat stomped over.

“Your children are pushing me to my limits, Rallis!” they snarled, poking a finger to her chest. “I could handle Anton using my room for his hoard for a month. I could handle Xavier and Natalie bringing their flirts back to the house and causing a ruckus on the roof all night. I could even handle Caroline ripping apart corpses and spreading their entrails everywhere to be territorial, despite how awful the cliffside reeked for months on end! But I can not, will not, handle Garold destroying my entire garden! MY CATNIP IS RUINED!”

They threw their hands toward the uprooted catnip patches, only a mere few shredded sprigs remaining. No hope remained of salvaging the plants. Many of the herb patches were also ruined. Hopefully the potion supplies weren’t running too low.

“Good Guthix, why did he-?” Rallis started. Sen was quick to interrupt.

“Because they’re getting restless! They need to leave the nest! You keep ignoring the signs and now they’re destroying the place! You better fledge these brats soon or I swear I’ll throw them off the cliff myself!”

And the feline stormed off to their room without the dragon able to get in another word. Olaf sauntered over to the destroyed garden and gave a whistle of surprise.

“Goodness gracious, those dragons did quite a number on this place.”

“Yeah…” Rallis sighed as she kicked a clump of dirt aside. “I think I’m a bad mom.”

“Now why would you say that?” the bard asked, turning Rallis around into a hug.

“Sen says the reds are acting out because they’re too old to be kids anymore. I didn’t know they would act bad and destroy things if I kept them here for so long. I don’t know what to do!”

“Well, what did your mother do when it was your turn to leave?”

“I actually went to her and told her I thought I needed to go see the world. She agreed and let me go, but I still visit her. My children haven’t come to me about leaving though!”

“What about your brothers then?” Olaf asked. “You have two, isn’t that right? I’m sure they would have moved on to have their own lives by now.”

“That’s true,” Rallis perked up. “They left a couple years after me. I can ask momma!” She grabbed Olaf’s hand excitedly. “You should come meet my mom too! She’s the most lovely and kind momma in the world!”

“O-Oh! Well that uh, that sounds… wonderful… She isn’t prone to harming humans, I hope?”

“Only bad ones and you’re not bad! Now come on, let’s go get ready!”

And with that, the dragon raced upstairs, ready to start the adventure of the day.

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Olaf had traveled to Taverley a few times before, sharing songs and traditions, but he had never dared to venture into their infamous dungeon, full of black knights and bloodthirsty Zamorakians and dragons. And yet here he was now, in the molten depths of that very dungeon, at the entrance to a dragon’s den. He tried his best not to seem scared.

“You don’t have to worry,” Rallis smiled. “My momma is the best most kind dragon there is. She’ll be happy to meet you even if she doesn’t look it.”

“If you say so,” Olaf said nervously.

Rallis strode into the den with a wide toothy grin. In the shadows, a massive shape formed. The light of a small lava flow illuminated the face of a blue dragon, gently dipping a smooth large rock into the molten stream and rubbing the leftover heat on its scales to make them shine. Rallis sprinted forward and threw herself at the haunch of the dragon and spoke in a language her companion could not understand.

“Momma! Momma! Hello!”

The huge dragon dropped the cleaning rock and nuzzled Rallis with a smile. The dragon’s purr was so loud it made the rock walls vibrate.

“My child,” she purred. “Visit?”

Rallis nodded and nuzzled back. “Visit! Talk and ask things. And meet new!”

“Meet new?” the mother dragon asked curiously. It was then she took note of the human standing farther away. The two locked eyes; the human timidly waved hello, the dragon roared. The cavern shook from the sound, and the dragon flared open her wings and took a fighting stance. Olaf backed away in horror, looking to Rallis for help.

“Momma no!” the little dragon said, leaping up to her mother’s snout to stop her roaring and snarling. “Not bad! Want you to meet!”

Her mother begrudgingly stopped her threat display and settled down into a tense position, sitting with her tail around her paws like a cat might. It was hard to remember not all humans were evil with her child making friends with many.

Rallis waved Olaf over, to which he tried his best to appear well-presented. Rallis grabbed his hand and smiled at her mother. “Momma, this Olaf. He is mate.”

That caused her mother to reel, the dragon’s eyes nearly popping out of her head. “M-Mate?! Child! He is human!”

“Dad different too!” Rallis argued. “He is black dragon.”

“But still dragon! This is human!”

“Momma,” Rallis said sternly, coiling her tail around the bard. “I love him.”

Her mother eyed the two, lingering on Olaf, calculating his worth. She closed her eyes in a deep sigh through her nose and lowered her head to give Rallis a quick nuzzle.

“You know best,” she conceded. Rallis nuzzled back.

“Well! That didn’t quite sound like a blessing!” Olaf whispered to Rallis. Her mother shot the man a glare, a quiet growl forming deep in her throat, silencing him with a small ‘eep,’

“The fact that you’re alive says differently,” Rallis joked. She returned to Wyvernic. “Momma, we need help with something. My children, they act weird. I do not know what to do.”

Yet again the huge dragon reeled. She could only sputter as she tried and failed to imagine a dragon and a human having children! All she could speak was a shocked ‘how.’

“No, momma, they like me. I find, I raise.”

These last few minutes were far too much for the old dragon to take in at once. She put a paw to her head, slowly shaking away her disbelief, and waved for Rallis to speak of her problem. The little dragon told her about the red dragons acting odd, from leaving for days on end to the late night flirtatious dances to the odd hoarding and destruction and more. Finally they had entered discussion territory she was familiar with.

Her mother snorted a smile. “Sound like your brothers. Yours are not child anymore. They are try to become adult soon.”

“But what I do?”

“Let them,” she simply said.

Rallis pouted. “But they doing bad things! I need help, momma. I do not want to be bad momma…”

“You could never,” the dragon purred. “Show me your home. I help.”

Rallis squealed in delight. Oh to have her mother see her beautiful home and children! “We go to human place to go home,” she warned. “They very good, do not be fear.”

The dragon grumbled but she supposed she would have to trust her child’s judgment on the disposition of humans.

“Can you tell Taverley we’ll be having a dragon come through?” Rallis told Olaf. “I don’t want them to panic. She’ll be coming home with us to help.”

“Oh my. The estate is certainly growing crowded as of late. I’ll be off then.” He gave Rallis a quick peck on the cheek before he dashed back to the entrance of the dungeon. The mother dragon bristled at the gesture. Her child loving a human would take some getting used to. After giving Olaf a good enough head start back to town, Rallis led her mother to the entrance. Upon the sun hitting her scales, her mother sighed happily and stretched out her wings. Trips to the surface were rare, given the knights right across the way and adventurers that lurked about looking for beasts to track and kill. Rallis motioned to the small town to the north and they began their short walk.

Rallis’ mother had never been to a human town before, she had never dared. Bringing such risk to her family was inconceivable. But with the heat of the sun warming her scales, and the gentle breeze brushing against her wings, the smells of earth rife with life, she remembered bittersweetly how much more beautiful life aboveground was and how she missed it.

Many residents of Taverley were surprisingly out and about their daily lives, despite the massive blue dragon heading their way. The sight of so many people scared Rallis’ mother, but the little dragon assured her everything was fine. Many familiar faces greeted Rallis at the edge of town: Kaqemeex, Sanfew, Tegid, all of whom she gave big hugs to. When they hugged back, Rallis’ mother took in the scene with awe. Never did she think she would see the day humans mingled with dragons so. Kaqemeex even gave a bow to the large dragon, and although she didn’t know what he was saying, she knew a sign of respect when she saw it and bowed back.

“Home over here, momma,” Rallis said as she and the now rejoined Olaf led the dragon to the opposite end of town to a large stone circle statue obscured by bushes, trees, and ivy. With a wave of her hand, the stone glowed with magic and the foliage parted.

“Put claw in and you go to my home!” Rallis explained. “But feel weird.”

The dragon nodded and dipped the tip of her claw into the magical glow of the stone frame. After a few moments, the dragon’s body morphed into a purple glow that shrank into nothingness. In another world, one full of vibrant life from worlds beyond time and space, the dragon popped into existence in a garden full of a rainbow of flowers. The magic of teleportation made her scales itch, but the dragon handled it far better than Rallis’ human guests on their first time through. She took in the stunning scene around her, from the vast forest all around her to the castle on the hill in the far distance to the myriads of cries of creatures in the sky and trees. Dragons and other beasts flew freely up above, making the old mother crack a smile.

Rallis and Olaf popped into existence right beside her and welcomed her to their home. Rallis chatted about her children and what their home was like and her feline friends and more. Her mother took in every detail with a smile, enjoying the parts of her child’s life she had never really been a part of.

Her mother had raised Rallis to be kind up until it was time to not be, so hearing the story of how Rallis rescued seven baby red dragons after both their parents were slain (although heartbreaking) was not surprising at the least. Nor was learning she had adopted children that weren’t even dragons at all. Before she could share the tale of Ceraelum the Vorkath of Ungael, the three of them reached the edge of the path that marked the boundary of the castle-home. It positively reeked. Hanging from the welcoming trees’ branches were innards from the mutilated corpses rotting by their trunks. Rallis groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose, Olaf paled while trying to hold back a gag, and Rallis’ mother… laughed? The little dragon looked to her mother in confusion.

“You have very angry child,” the mother snickered. Before Rallis could panic, wondering what she did to enrage one of her own, her mother continued. “This done when one does not want mate but others not listen. Threat to say they will be next if they do not listen.”

Rallis ooh’d in understanding. That made sense. The only dragon she could think of committing such a display was Caroline. She would have to have a talk about perhaps showing her rage in other less foul ways.

“It very nasty,” Rallis said. “And hard to clean.”

“Do not clean,” her mother shook her head. “Make child angrier. Wait for child to clean, after child feel safe to.”

Rallis nodded and the three continued to the castle. One issue down, and with a surprisingly easy solution too! Hopefully the rest could be fixed with simple talks too.

Rallis and Olaf walked through the doors to reach the demolished garden while their much larger companion fluttered through the open roof, carefully weaving between the web of vines and nests up above. Twist the cockatrice screamed in alarm as the massive dragon dove down right by his nest; the poor bird nearly cracked his glasses ducking into the bottom of his nest so quickly.

Rallis’ mother smiled at the array of squawks and cries from the nests above. “Your home a good home.”

“I think so too,” Rallis smiled back, but quickly turned into a frown. “Better when this not destroyed.” She motioned to the ruined catnip and herb patches.

“Child too?” the mother asked.

Rallis nodded. “I do not know why. I asked but he not tell.”

The large dragon hummed in thought and sniffed around the patches. The smell of marrentil caught her nose and she couldn’t help but release a small happy growl at the scent.

The pitter-patter of fast light footsteps ran down the stairs toward the garden. “Rallis I swear if you’ve brought home yet another orphan I will evict you!” Sen the larupia stormed into the garden, quills flared in rage.

“Nothing like that, Sen,” Rallis assured. “This is my momma and she’s here to help!” She introduced the two and they exchanged bows. “Have my kids done anything else while we were away?”

“Yes. Their courting punched a hole in the library roof. I’ve been clearing away the debris so the books don’t get damaged.”

Rallis grimaced. Some of those books were old, and most from other worlds to boot. Hopefully they were all fine.

“I think it’s time we call a family meeting,” Rallis declared.

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Beneath the house, in the caverns that snaked throughout the mountains, the entire Rallis and co. household lined up. Rallis, Olaf, Sen, and Rallis’ mother stared down the seven not-so-baby red dragons, most of whom fidgeted nervously. Twist, Skorch, and Nago need not be present, but it was hard to miss the three of them peeking from the stone stairs with the cat trio that led to the dragons’ den. Ceraelum laid by the open mouth of the den that exited above the lake and forest, ensuring the seven dragons could not leave unless dismissed.

“Everyone,” Rallis started in Wyvernic. “This is my momma. She here to talk with everyone.”

“Name me Istati,” her mother greeted.

All seven dragons immediately perked up. They flooded the dragon with questions, mostly about what younger Rallis was like, and Istati couldn’t hide her smile. Still a hint of childhood wonder in them, hidden underneath their teenage demeanor. She held her paws up to settle them down. They would have to settle having their Q&A later.

“Children,” Rallis started. “Things have been not good, different. Things are destroying. We can not do that.”

Xavier and Natalie gave each other guilty glances. Caroline snorted derisively.

“I bring momma to help us all. Fix things, act better.”

Istati stepped forward. She towered over the seven children, making them feel small and demanding the respect she deserved.

“I come here, first time,” she started. “I see your territory. Bloody. Disgusting. Messy.”

Caroline growled deep in her throat at the insult. Rallis’ mother stepped closer to the growling dragon and glared down at her.

“You can not do,” she scolded. “Brings bad others closer, smelling blood. Bring fear and lose safety. Go clean; I teach you different territory ways.”

Caroline flicked her head with a snort but was in no position to argue with a dragon as old and strong as her. She supposed she could learn other cleanlier ways of showing her anger and territorial disputes.

Istati went to Xavier and Natalie next.

“You break den?” she asked.

Natalie blushed and hid her face. Xavier just gave a goofy smile.

“Relationship good,” she nodded. “But dancing not for den. Must do away from here. You hurt den, now you go fix den.”

Natalie nodded fiercely and sprinted to Rallis’ side to hide from her shame. Xavier gave a bashful smile and a small nod.

“These two broke the hole in the roof,” Rallis told Sen. “They will be more than happy to clean their mess.”

“I suppose I’ll help them,” the cat grunted. “I don’t trust their claws around the books.” And with that, the cat and two dragons pranced upstairs to get to cleaning their mess.

“Who dig?” Rallis’ mother asked her child.

“Garold,” she pointed to the goofy dragon sitting near the back. His gaze kept flicking toward the cliff dropoff.

Istati nodded. She’d deal with him last.

Octavia, the littlest dragon, stepped toward Rallis’ mom defiantly. “Mom, I do nothing. Can I go?”

“Me too!” Anton jumped up.

Istati gave Rallis a suspicious side glance. “They right,” Rallis agreed. “Only children who still behave.”

“Hm, young still,” the large dragon grumbled. She tossed her head to tell them to leave, which they promptly did. That left Garold and Manelgar, the latter of whom had been sitting patiently and perfectly. Istati sat down before him in kind.

“You clutch leader, yes,” the dragon said more than asked. Manelgar nodded. “Big job. Protect your siblings, but want to move on.” She gave the red dragon a long questioning sniff and grumbled in knowing. “You have mate.”

Rallis sputtered. “He has what?!”

Manelgar hid a small blush. He wasn’t quite ready to bring his mate to his mother yet for approval. Especially given… He shook his head.

“Talk with your mother,” Istati said quietly. “This important.”

He dipped his head in silent agreement. Istati gave Rallis a glance as if to say to leave Garold to her while Rallis had a private talk with her son. Rallis nodded and beckoned Manelgar to follow her outside.

“I’m gonna need your help with this,” she whispered to Olaf, and the three left for the garden.

Rallis updated Olaf on all the dragon talk and after a few moments they all settled down in the garden for their talk.

“So…,” Rallis began. “Mate?” Manelger nodded. “How long?” she asked.

“...Near two year.”

“Two year?! That…!” That was around when she went on her vigil to protect Ceraelum on Ungael! Oh her poor son, he must have been lonely when she was gone…

“That… long time,” she settled. “Can I meet?”

Manelgar shuffled his feet uncomfortably. Why wouldn’t he want his mother to meet his mate?

“What wrong, son?” she asked. “I not mad.”

“No, no. It…” The red dragon growled in frustration. “Hard. Confusing. Next time I see her, I want to…”

He didn’t have to say the dragon equivalent of ‘make it official’ for Rallis to understand. She smiled excitedly. “Do it! I say good! Do it!”

“I can not. I… do not know how to… do the say and dance.”

Oh. Well that could be a problem.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Olaf asked.

“Well, he has a mate! But he doesn’t know what to do next. I think he wants to, oh what’s the word, like set the relationship in stone. Make it permanent and official. But he’s not quite sure how. And honestly I don’t know how to help either.”

“Well then isn’t it wonderful you have a boyfriend who does,” Olaf smiled. “I’ve written love songs and poems, brought the lovers of Relleka together, and I hear he’s even managed to woo a dragon of his own!”

Rallis giggled and playfully slapped his arm. “We will help, Manelgar. My mate too.”

The dragon bowed his head in slightly embarrassed thanks. It was time for a plan of attack!

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Rallis and Olaf sat at the kitchen table, Manelgar seated as a loaf outside so he could stick his head partially inside.

“Okay, what can you tell me about dragon courting?” Olaf started.

“Well, red dragons are known for their hoards of material wealth. I’ve never seen any of my children’s hoards, save Anton’s, but I’m confident they have them. As the final act to seal the deal between red dragons, they share their hoards and add something they find together to it.”

“So we’re at the step before that,” Olaf concluded. “What happens then?”

“In our language it’s called the dance. I’m not sure how to translate it that well. It’s a complex display between the two dragons that intertwines their fates with each other forever. Typically the male has to initiate it, which is probably why Manelgar is so nervous.”

“Is it a literal dance? Like ballroom?”

Rallis laughed. “No, it’s more difficult and wild. Some dragons will dive from the top of the tallest mountain in each other’s arms and fly away at the last second on each other’s wings. Some will battle beasts as strong as them and present their kill as their first meal together. It really depends on what the other dragon is like.”

Rallis asked her son what he thought his mate would approve of in a display. After some thinking, he grumbled a few comments.

“She doesn’t like flying much,” Rallis translated.” So let’s knock a skydive off the table. She likes to do things with her tail and uses it for attacking, defending, gathering, and everything really. She’s also light on her feet and likes to run and spin around playfully.”

“Hmm,” Olaf thought. “Maybe a literal dance might not be a bad idea. These dragons don’t really have hands the way people do, but what about a dance with tails? We can reappropriate a human dance and change the steps from handholding to tailholding.”

Rallis’ eyes sparkled with a grin. “That sounds like a wonderful idea! Oh I bet she would love it!” Rallis translated the idea to Manelgar who replied with a shocked roar. Rallis growled back playfully. “He hates the idea,” she told Olaf,” which means it’s perfect. Do you have a dance in mind?”

“I can think of a few. Let’s choreograph!”

Over the next few days, the castle house was full of bustle. Sen, Xavier, and Natalie fixed the roof and cleaned the dirt and dust from the rooftops and inner library as well. Once they were done, they entertained Octavia and Anton by the lake by teaching them their newly learned flirty dance moves. Caroline cleaned her gorey messes and learned how to confront her unwanted suitors more cleanly as well as more tame territorial tactics from Rallis’ mother. Sen and Rallis would much rather accept clawed burnt trees every few hundred feet around the property than a bloodbath. Garold had gone missing and when Rallis asked her mother what happened with him, she told her child to give him time to come forward about his situation.

Olaf patiently taught Manelgar the steps to their impromptu dragon dance, with Ceraelum acting as a stand-in for the young dragon to practice with. Some days after that, Manelgar felt better about his dragon dance, and after having left his mate-to-be alone for over a week, it was time to put his practice to the test. With one last practice run, he zipped off to the foggy horizon, eager to seal the deal.

The next day, Garold came to Rallis, escorted by Istati. Apparently he had something he was ready to share. Rallis gently thanked him and followed him down to the lake. They trekked into the forest, following the river that fed the lake, until they came upon a small clearing, big enough to fit maybe two large dragons comfortably at most. There stood a large hollowed out tree, starting to rot with age. At the base was a nest, notably lined with catnip and various herbs, and inside that nest was a baby dragon. Rallis looked to Garold for permission to approach, which he granted.

Rallis held her breath as she approached the sleeping baby. It was small, too small for a dragon, but a dragon it was, pale gold scales hidden under crusty mud. Upon closer inspection, the baby dragon didn’t appear to be formed properly, likely hatched too early. Its wings were too small even for a newborn, and its arms were far smaller than its legs, almost giving it the appearance of a wyvern. A scar ran across its face from its one center horn to its right cheek. Rallis wanted to reach out and hold the poor child close.

“Is she… yours?” Rallis asked.

Garold shook his head. “Left… Forgotten… Hurt and alone.”

“You save her?”

“Yes… but…” The dragon paced and whined. It was hard to talk about this. “Mother leave her… Father try kill her… I kill father… I keep her.”

Rallis threw her arms around Garold’s neck in a hug. She could feel his tears drip down her sleeves. What a horrible situation this was, and she had not the words to comfort her son.

“Garold, we should bring her home.”

The dragon nodded. “I scared to before. Thinked mom might chase us, kill us.”

“We protect her, all us protect her. You not worry.” Rallis released him from the hug and nuzzled the top of his head. “Can I carry her home?”

Garold nodded and watched as Rallis ever so carefully lifted the little dragon from her soft leafy nest. She squeaked but did not wake. The little dragon was barely the size of a cat, settling lightly in Rallis’ arms. When Rallis brought her home, everyone crowded round, cooing and whispering. Sen forgave Garold for his damages the moment they set eyes on the baby and immediately set up a more proper nest for the little one, with blankets and a heat source and gave her a nice warm bath. Rallis’ mother told her she had had a long talk with the red dragon and helped teach him some tips on being a single parent, and vowed she would help him care for the poor child. When he was ready, that was when he came to Rallis.

The next couple days were filled with adoration of the new addition to the family, whom Garold decided to name Eri, and an overall resurgence of the familial atmosphere that had started to fade away overtook the household. Rallis’ mother decided to settle down here as her new home, now with Rallis’ two brothers grown and gone and a new generation of dragons here in need of some motherly help for when Rallis was gone. Naturally, Rallis squealed at the idea of her mom staying at her home and couldn’t wait for the adventures they would have. It was a shame Manelgar hadn’t come back home to enjoy the new events, but Rallis supposed he had his own future family to think about. She just hoped his dragon dance had gone well.

The next day she would find out.

Manelgar flew back home with company, a forest green dragon covered in toxic black and pale green spines named Arathi. The two dragons sought out Rallis who was overjoyed at the chance to meet her son’s new mate, and even more overjoyed at the news that his dragon dance was successful (though his tail had a few pinpricks from his mate’s tail spines). The two were official, and that was cause for celebration! And even though such celebration was more a human tradition than dragon, the fun it would provide was universal! There was feasting, dancing, singing and more that carried late into the night.

Eventually all had gone to sleep, save Rallis, Olaf, Sen, and Manelgar and his mate. Manelgar and Arathi laid together in the garden, nuzzling each other and purring. Rallis sat on a bench nearby, smiling at the newfound joy spread around the house. Manelgar whispered into Arathi’s ear, who then reluctantly released him from their cuddle puddle, and walked over to Rallis. He sat down next to her and lowered his head so she could stroke his snout.

“Hello, sweet,” she cooed. He gave a quick purr and nuzzle before striking a more solemn look. “What wrong? Bad face for good day.”

“Mom… We make big decision. We… I… will leave home.”

“How long?” Rallis asked.

“...Forever, mom.”

Rallis reeled so fiercely back into the bench she thought the back would break. “What you mean forever?!”

“This not Arathi home. She from… far away.” He spread a wing in the direction of the endless abyss beyond the great forest that connected to worlds beyond this one. “She want to go home, have family in her home. I want to go with her.”

“B-But…! Here is good! Here is safe! Good home for family! Why go?!”

“Mom…” He gave Rallis a sad nuzzle. “I am grown. I leave. You have ‘adventure.’ I want ‘adventure’ too.”

“Manelgar, no!” she cried. “If you go, you can not come back! We not know how it works! I- I not see you… maybe again ever.” Tears began to trickle down her face.

“Mom!” he asserted, startling her. “It okay. Hard, scary, but okay. Please…” he started to cry too. “Let me go.”

Rallis threw herself from the bench and buried her sobbing face into Manelgar’s neck. The red dragon curled his wings around her in a hug, and the two sat there crying in the peace of the garden. As the sobs turned to sniffles, Rallis mumbled into his neck.

“When leave?”

“Soon. Maybe three moons so I say bye. I tell you first.”

Rallis pulled back to look her son in the eyes. “We must make last days best days,” she sniffled defiantly. “So you never forget us, even if you go far.”

“I will never forget, mom. Never.”

She kissed the tip of his snout and rested her head against it. “My sweet child… I love you. Live well.”

“I love you, mom. Live well.”

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The evening of her son’s departure left Rallis lost alone in her thoughts atop the roof of her home, looking out at the void beyond the horizon she watched her eldest child fly into, likely to never return. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks stained with tears, and now she sat alone under the moon, thoughts running wild while she was too tired to reel them in.

The dragons had gone to bed early in their sadness, Rallis waiting with them until they fell asleep. Istati promised to keep an eye on them while Rallis took some time for herself, alone. Though perhaps being alone at the moment wasn’t the best of ideas, her mind racing with everything at once, every dramatic and traumatic change that shook her world as of late.

Change is a necessary part of life, but some changes do so hurt more than others. In only a handful of months, Rallis had experienced death and resurrection, finding a part of herself in love while losing another part of herself in death, a resignation from her job with only a tentative promise to return some day, new additions to her wild family as well as losses. So much was happening so fast, she didn’t think she would be able to handle it all.

But still, time marched onward, and inevitable change would eventually come with it. One either rode with the flow of those changes or sank under their riptide pull. And so, as Rallis mourned the loss of her son and reveled in the addition of her mother and Eri the baby dragon to the family, she fell asleep that night thinking not of how she longed for the familiarity of the past, but of the changes the next day would bring and how she would rise to face them, no matter what came her way. After all, she thought as she curled next to Olaf in bed and scrolled through all the members of her friends and family in her mind, she wouldn’t have to face the new morrow alone.

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