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daycourtofficial · 4 months

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Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun

Summary: based on this ask - Cassian has a secret about you and Azriel, and he accidentally lets it slip to you that the two of you are mates.

Pairing: Rhysand’s sister!reader x Azriel

Warnings: none? I don’t think.

“What do you know?”

Cassian drops his container of oatmeal, grumbling as he picks it up. He closes the cabinet to find you impossibly close to him, keeping him in place.

His surprise is all over his face as you roll your eyes and tell him, “you’ve been acting weird lately around me. You know something. Tell me.”

Not a request, but a demand. You might not be high lady, but as Rhysand’s little sister, you have mastered the commanding voice he uses to force others to yield to his demands.

“I don’t know anything,” he mumbles, trying to push past you. You don’t yield to him, keeping him trapped in front of one of the kitchen cabinets.

“You know something,” you simply repeat. “Something about me.”

“Not everything revolves around you, sweetheart.”

You sigh. Cassian wasn’t a great secret keeper if the secret was about himself, but if it was about someone else, he’d protect it with his life.

“Besides, even if I did know something about you, which I don’t,” he says, pushing you out of his way, “I wouldn’t tell you.”

He gets a few steps away from you when you exclaim, “I’ll tell Rhys about what really happened when you destroyed that building in Summer!”

He balks at you, a secret you came to discover on accident because Cassian was projecting his thoughts too loudly for you not to notice. As a daemati, you tried to keep your powers to yourself as much as possible, but some people, Cassian especially, think really loudly sometimes.

“You’re not even supposed to know that! You only do because you’re nosey and have freaky mind powers.”

You scoff, crossing your arms, “I could use my freaky mind powers right now to find out what you know.”

Cassian’s quick to reply, “if you do I’ll tell Rhys and you’ll be in trouble.”

“Tattle-tell.”

“Freaky mind girl.”

You two are staring each other down, neither of you budging when you gently caress Cassian’s mind with your talon in the way you know makes him cringe.

“Fine- fine! You’re Azriel’s mate - leave my mind alone!”

Your face quickly morphs into shock at Cassian’s words. Cassian slaps his hands over his mouth as if he could bring the words back.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yes you did.”

Cassian’s eyes roam around the room, “I wasn’t talking to you.”

Your eyebrows raise at that, crossing your arms. “Then who you were talking to?”

Cassian pauses, then softly says, “myself?”

You narrow your eyes, “you, who are already mated to Nesta, are Azriel’s mate?”

Cassian shrugs, inching closer and closer to the door. “What can I say - the cauldron loves me?”

You give Cassian a pointed look, but continue with the lie. “Is he… is he disappointed that you’re his mate?”

Now that takes Cassian for a loop. He blinks a few times at your insecurity. You, who was just as confident as Cassian was, looking so small in this moment.

“Er- no. He’s not disappointed that I’m his mate.” Cassian steps closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him. “He’s excited, he just doesn’t know how to tell me.”

A smile graces your lips, searching Cassian’s eyes for any hint of a lie.

“Thanks, Cass. I hope you’re excited about it, too.”

Cassian snorts, “Nesta would be ecstatic if someone could take me off her hands every so often.”

Cassian leaves, not after giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a plan begins to take root in your mind.

A few days later, every member of the inner circle is gathered at the table for family dinner. Tonight you’re seated next to Azriel, who hasn’t acted any differently towards you.

Your plan tonight will either confirm or deny Cassian’s words with little consequence if Cassian was wrong.

“Hang on everyone, I have a surprise.”

You leave the table and come back with a white cake. You place the cake on the table, pick up a knife, and start slicing the cake.

“Well, Azriel was out on a mission for his birthday because his boss sucks,” you throw a glance to your brother while sticking your tongue out, “so I made a cake for him so we could celebrate.”

You plate the slice, put a fork on the plate, and pass it to Azriel. The color has drained from his and Cassian’s faces, as they both look at the cake in front of the shadowsinger.

“It’s your favorite,” you say, with a sugary sweet smile. “I know we’re doing something this weekend for his birthday, but I thought I’d make this for tonight.”

You’re distributing other pieces around the table, the others unaware of the meaning behind Azriel and Cassian’s faces.

“I’m not very hungry,” Azriel says, “dinner was quite filling.”

Rhys looks at Azriel as he takes a bite of your cake, “I’ve never known you to decline dessert, especially not her cakes.”

All eyes are on Azriel, his notorious sweet tooth betraying him once again. He looks to Cassian for assistance, who has already finished his plate of cake.

He looks to you, a smirk adorning your features.

Oh. He thinks. You know. He looks again towards Cassian, who is avoiding eye contact with him at all costs.

Fucking traitor.

“Fine, fine.” If you can be stubborn and pigheaded, so can he. He picks up his fork, maintaining eye contact with you as he picks up cake on his fork. You look at him, your eyes piercing his soul. He can feel your emotions through the bond, and all he can feel is excitement.

You want him. You want him to take the bite, you want him to be the one to make things real.

He maintains eye contact as he brings the fork to his mouth, a millimeter from his lips he whispers, “you want this?”

The sight of your cake a second away from his lips, everything you’ve ever felt for Azriel, all leads you to nod your head imperceptibly. He takes the bite, savoring every second of the chocolate flavor.

His favorite flavor.

His stubborn, pigheaded mate did all this to nudge him. His beautiful, headstrong mate, both so much like his brother and so distinctly herself. The scent of the mating bond fills the room, and Rhys starts asking what’s happening, when Azriel lunges for you, wrapping you in his arms as he winnows the two of you away.

Cassian told you about the bond, and now he can tell everyone else about it as you and Azriel spend the next few days in a frenzy of clothes and mouths and love.

“You little minx,” he tells you as you two appear in a secluded cabin. You laugh before taking in your surroundings.

“Where are we?”

It was a quaint cabin, probably two or three bedrooms, and the two of you landed right in it’s living room.

“Well, when the bond snapped for me, I figured the last place you’d want to undergo the frenzy at would be in your brother’s home.”

You smirk at him, “and you just assumed I’d accept it?”

He looks at you, hope in his eyes and in your chest as you feel everything he feels now. “I had hoped. Cassian told me you’d be a fool not to.”

You smile, moving closer to him, “I would have been a fool not to want you.”

He wraps his arms around you, one hand tucking your hair behind your ear. “And I’d be a fool not to try to win your affections. I had a whole plan, you know.”

You gaze up at him, his lips looking incredibly inviting, but you focus on the words coming from them. “What was your plan?”

His thumb swipes across your jaw, “I was going to make you fall in love with me.”

You push your face forward, mere inches from his own, telling him, “I already was.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise, and you laugh. “Not a great spymaster, are you?”

It’s his turn to move forward, your lips a whisper apart. You can feel his breath as he tells you, “I couldn’t bear to know, one way or another, how you felt. So I pretended to love Mor, I knew she’d never return my affections, and I thought I’d be safe from the heartbreak.”

“But one day I woke up, and I decided that that was no way to live. So I dropped the act, and pretty soon afterwards the bond snapped.”

His smile falters for a second, before continuing. “I think - I think I had to feel deserving of you before the bond would snap. Not that I deserve you,” he corrects himself, his thumb trailing over your cheek, “but that I could be. That I could be enough for you.”

Doubt and insecurity swims in your chest, and you lightly tug the bond for the first time. It jolts him from his stupor, his grip on you tightening momentarily.

You look up at him, sending love and adoration down the bond. “Having you as a mate is enough for me. You are enough for me.”

He surges forward, his lips meeting yours. The kiss is warm, inviting, like coming home after a hard day. His hands on you feel right. He presses into you, both of you shoving love down the bond toward each other.

You’d have a nightmare to return home to, everyone already freaking out over Cassian’s news to them all. Their excitement for you two clashing with the absurdity of it all.

But that is for another time. Right now, you are enjoying learning everything about your mate’s body and teaching him about yours.

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woso-dreamzzz · 6 months

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Muse II

Alessia Russo x Popstar!Reader

Summary: You attend one of Alessia's matches

"Russo...Russo! Russo! For god's sake, Russo!"

Alessia grinned to herself before turning to look at Katie.

The stadium was barely half full but there was enough chatter and excitement to make it seem like it was packed twenty times over.

You were up on the big screen, a shy smile on your face as you waved for the camera. Underneath your smiling face was a title banner emblazoned 'y/n l/n, International Pop Sensation'.

"What?" She laughed.

"What d'you mean, 'what'?" Katie crossed her arms over her chest as they ran through their warm ups. "Your girl's up there. Think you can introduce us?"

"Why?" Alessia teased," Have you got a crush, Macca?"

"Pssh!" Katie shoved her with an eye roll. "Nah, I ain't stealin' your missus but my little sister's a big fan. Reckon I can make her jealous by snapping a pic of me and your girl."

"After the match," Alessia laughed," She'll end up on the pitch one way or another. She can probably be convinced to send your sister a video messaged. She's a sweetie like that."

Katie raised a brow in silent judgement as she threw an arm over Alessia's shoulder. "God, you've got it bad, Russo. Who knew you were such a snap?"

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Periodically, the overhead camera would switch to you.

It brought a smile to Alessia's face whenever she saw you. It boosted her even more when it switched to you when she had the ball - a look of absolute joy and wonder on your face as you screamed something that the camera couldn't pick up.

"Come on, Russo!" Katie yelled," Stop staring at your missus. She's not going anywhere!"

Alessia laughed, looking back at the big screen one last time before following Katie to the other side of the pitch.

The next time she had the ball in her possession, it was a struggle not to look at the screen, knowing that your face would be on it - cameras loved you, after all.

The ball was at her feet and she weaved between defending players like it was easy, sending the ball to the top left corner and straight passed the keeper's outstretched hands.

The rest of the team joined her in celebration a fraction of a second later and Alessia finally dared to look up at you.

You were going crazy - standing on you seat, screaming and clapping in a way that was definitely going to make you hoarse in the throat tomorrow morning.

Your shoulders were moving side to side in celebration as you jumped up and down. You turned to speak to whoever was next to you (either your bodyguard or manager, Alessia didn't really care) and the camera caught the number '23' and surname 'Russo' on the back of your Arsenal jersey, making it very clear who you were here to support.

"Jesus," Katie said when she followed Alessia's eye roll," I thought dating her meant you weren't meant to get star struck. Careful there, Russo, or the whole world will know what an utter simp you are."

Alessia rolled her eyes. "Do you even know what that means?"

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The results of the match ended with a very healthy four-nil win to Arsenal and Alessia was hyped up on adrenaline even though she had just played the full ninety minutes.

She rocked back and forth on her heels as she waited for you to make your way onto the pitch, busying herself with signing a few jerseys and posters as she waited.

You had disappeared off the big screen at some point into extra time, your seat remaining empty but Alessia knew it was only a matter of time before you appeared by her side.

She was acutely aware of the camera following her when she caught sight of you walking through the tunnel, not focussing on anything but her.

You collided in a mess of limbs and hair as arms looped around your waist and lifted you into the air, spinning enough times that you had to wrap your arms around the back of her neck to stay upright.

"Hi, Lessi," You said softly when you were placed back on your feet," I missed you."

"Missed you too," Lessi replied, although her words were muted by the way she had buried her face in your hair. She pulled away with a lopsided grin. "Did you see my goal? Did you see it?"

"I did see it," You replied," Absolutely stunning, Lessi baby. Keep scoring goals like that and you'll end up in another song."

"She's in all your songs," The final member of UNC-squad said with an eye roll.

"Not all of them!" You protested but the pointed look from Lotte had you wilting. "It's true! She's not in all of them! Some of them are about my family!"

"How many is that? One or two?" Lotte laughed.

You huffed in annoyance but still welcomed the hug she gave you.

The camera had been firmly on the three of your for a while now but it seemed none of you cared - even though the lingering crowd screamed their approval every time Alessia dipped down to steal a kiss as you spoke to Lotte.

"Ew," Katie said as she approached as well, nose wrinkled in disgust," You and the missus are disgutin', Russo. You always sucking face with her or what?"

"They were worse at UNC," Lotte said," All those hormones and no parental supervision. I had to make a rota saying when they were allowed to make out with each other otherwise they both would have flunked out."

"Stop airing out private information, Lotte!" You said, face slowly heating up in embarrassment. You couldn't even look up at the big screen, not wanting to see your blushing face. "Can't we talk about something else?"

"Oh!" Lessi said, stealing another kiss," Macca wants a picture with you to make her sister jealous!"

You grinned. "That I can do. I can do video message to her, if you want, McCabe. I've got a tour coming up too. Could probably swing some VIP tickets for her, if she wants."

"Jesus, Russo. Your missus is probably a bigger sweetie than you said."

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gretavanlace · 2 months

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Hush

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only Minors do not interact

Warnings: graphic sexual content, dirty talk, choking, light degradation, praise, slight dom/sub/switch dynamic, language, etc

Josh is vocal.

That is certainly no secret.

Anyone who has watched him strut about a stage, microphone in hand, knows that.

Off stage, he talks incessantly about both the things that matter to him, and the mundane. Things he is passionate about. Things that light fires within him and drive him to create and pack this world as full of his heart as he possibly can. Arbitrary ideas and notions. Strange ponderings.

Pontification, he likes to call it.

He’s also vocally boisterous when agitated. He loathes waiting, and will mutter complaints near your ear in line until you’re willing your eyes not to roll. A phone call to vent about the antics of one brother or another from the studio is a regular occurrence and can be counted on just like death and taxes.

“Samuel was even later than I was,” he might huff, “and now Jake’s guitar needs to be restrung because fuck this whole world if he has to use a backup. I hate them, and I want to come home to you, light of my life, keeper of the stars, goddess of all that is— oh, we’re ready…gotta go.”

Josh murmurs in his sleep, sings in the shower, talks himself through menial tasks, hums in the grocery store, carries on one-sided conversations with the cat who simply chirps along while swirling around his ankles.

At least twice a night he snatches you from drifting off to sleep with a question: Do you think I should call my mom more? If I miss her, she must miss me. Or, Did I ever tell you about that time that Jake ate shit and fell in the lake? I was thinking about it today, and…

Random thoughts and idle musings he can’t help but verbalize, you hear them all. Mostly. The ones you aren’t privy to, fall upon the nearest ear - but he’s so fucking charming even a stranger is happy to play sounding board.

Josh is also expressive when you’re wrapped up in soft, linen sheets…or wherever else he’s decided he can no longer wait to have you.

Whispers of devotion swelling like a gentle breeze across the hum of your pulse when he makes love to you. Filthy, dirty, blush-inducing declarations when he’s fucking into your trembling body like he’ll never touch it again.

And you love it…all of it. But now - with your visiting sister slumbering in the guest room on the other side of the wall - is certainly not the time.

“Baby, please…” his mouth is sucking gently along your collarbone as he grinds into you slowly, friction hard and constant against your greedy, swollen clit, “let me fuck you faster…c’mon, I need it.”

”What you need, is to be quiet,” your voice is a stern whisper, but your hands are tender in his hair.

He could easily set a pace as brutal as he desired if he felt inclined to disobey…but, ever the sweetest switch, he has opted to play nice tonight.

”I’ll be quiet,” he promises. It is a lie he truly believes, and to prove that point, you clench around him and draw forth a pitiful groan from deep within his chest.

A swift pinch at his side serves as punishment ”Shut. Up.”

”Fuck you,” he sounds deliciously desperate, “You did that on purpose. Squeezing me with that beautiful pussy…goddamn.”

”What’s going to happen if I let you make me cum? Hmm?” Your mouth falls into a delicate pout as if you just feel so sorry for him, “You know how tight I get. How I just hug your cock all snug and wet…”

”And warm,” he adds, lost in it, daydreaming in the dark of night and twitching inside the embrace of your cunt, “Soft as satin, sucking me right in…oh my god, baby, please.”

He begins moving with more purpose, dragging the head of his cock against that lovely little spot that will render you incoherent if you allow it to.

”Oh my god, please,” you mock quietly, “Look at you Joshua, what a whiny baby. What are you begging for? Pussy? Is that what you need?”

He nods frantically against your sternum, as though he doesn’t trust himself to look up at you.

You feign confusion wickedly “But you’ve got that. You’re already inside me…”

“Faster,” he breathes, biting and mouthing at your shoulder now, “Need it faster, and harder. It’s too slow, I need more.”

Clicking your tongue like he is a poor, pathetic sight to behold, you shake your head, “Slow down.”

”No, please don’t make me,” he slows, as instructed, but trails off with a whimper.

So, maybe there’s no ‘like’ about it, maybe he really is a poor, pathetic sight to behold. Yes, you decide, that’s exactly what he is…

…so why not push him even further?

With a swift tug on the roots of his curls, you issue an order ”Stay still.”

Despondent and mournful, he groans into the crook of your neck and grabs at your hips so tightly you’ll be admiring raspberry bruises in the mirror come morning. “C’mon, baby girl…lemme take it. I fucking want it.”

If he were looking at you, he’d see the devilish gleam in your eye. Aren’t you an awful witch tonight? “What? Don’t you like it when I keep your pretty cock warm for you?”

He flexes hard inside of you, simply to gain even a hint of friction. “You’re being so fucking mean.”

”Mean?” You coil around the throbbing length of him and he shudders out the tiniest sound, “If I was mean, I’d lock your pretty cock in a cage and fuck your face all night.”

For a moment, he shirks his submissive edge and hisses in your ear, low and slow, “Liar. Not with little sister in the next room…you couldn’t keep quiet with my face between your legs if someone fucking paid you to.”

In response, you shove him back and roll until your thighs are locked around his waist, the crown of his cock nestled against your clit as your hips swivel heated circles.

”Does that feel good, baby?” You’re taunting him cruelly while, in contrast, lovingly reaching up to smooth the furrow from his brow. “Does that just feel so good?”

”Wanna put it back inside,” his eyes squint shut and anyone who didn’t know better might think his expression is that of suffering. “Perfect fucking cunt, so tight, so…”

”Shh,” you quiet him with a hand wrapped around his throat, relishing the way his adam’s apple slides against your palm when he swallows hard, “shut your mouth for once.”

He’s staring up at you, wide-eyed and needy, like you painted the stars in the sky, gorgeous and glittering, just for him…and how you wish that were true. How you wish you could give him something so profound. Something worthy of his light.

”I won’t make a sound,” his vow sounds out, a cross between the honesty he wishes it to be rooted in, and the lie he knows it to be. “C’mon baby, please…fuck me sweet.”

Does he really want it sweet? Or is he simply aware that that’s all he is capable of quietly handling?

Likely the latter.

Your fingers have found your nipples, twisting and tugging on them as they tighten into pink pebbles that send shivers crawling down into your stomach with every pull. His eyes lock in on you, watching you tease them as his breathing kicks up into a frenzy.

“You’re pushing it,” he warns, grip pulling you down closer as he rocks his hips up to meet you. “Keep it up and I’m gonna fucking take it. Be a good girl now, baby…I’m done with your shit.”

”Yeah?” Your eyebrow raises in silent challenge. Does he have it in him tonight?

“Yeah.” He nods, licking his thumb to swirl much too gently across your clit.

”I think you should just behave and be grateful for what you’re—“

Stunned and dazed, the room blurs around you as you’re flipped and tossed until your cheek is pressed against the cool, crisp sheets. They smell of him, and you breathe Josh in until your lungs ache while his cock teases at your entrance from behind.

His body folds over yours until his lips sweep the shell of your ear, “You’ve done it now, baby girl. Better be quiet, yeah? Not a sound.”

With a swift snap of his hips, the silken glide of his cock fills you full as his palm presses against your lips to muffle the high-pitched moan that gasps out of you.

”Now who’s the whiny baby?” his perfect teeth sink into your earlobe and tug until it blooms with heat. The moan that seeps into his soft skin causes his lips to curl into a smirk you can feel. “This is what you wanted, you think I don’t know that?”

He has begun moving at an excruciatingly slow place, the head of his cock dragging gently inside you just right…but you need more.

”You think I didn’t know that you wanted me to just fucking take it all along?”

You nod urgently, tangling your hair against the pillowcase. Of course he knew, he knows you better than you know yourself. There are no secrets to be hidden away when it comes to Joshua. He hunts each and every one down like glittering treasure with ease…your body his map, the pools of your eyes ciphers he decodes without even trying.

His tongue is dancing its way along your jaw now, springing chills to life upon your flushed skin ”Tell me how good my cock feels and I’ll fuck you full.”

Another woeful sound shakes out of you and a rumbling, gravelly laugh huffs warm against your cheek, “My poor, sweet baby can dish it just fine tonight, but she can’t take it? Is that it?”

With a shhh that makes you feel weighed down heavy with lust, he lifts his palm away from your mouth. “I can take it,” you promise in a hush, “Please…I can take it, I swear.”

He is so still inside you, but the familiar stretch is enough to send a tremble tripping up your spine, spider-cracking like a jolt of electric pleasure. “But can you take it quietly? Can you be a real good girl or should I gag you like a whore?”

”I’ll be a good girl,” you breathe, relishing the sound that slips out of him, a cross between famished desire and worshipful devotion.

“Yeah?” He’s enjoying this little game too much to wave goodbye to it just yet, “You’ll be a good girl if I give you this cock?” He presses in so deeply there’s nothing left for him to give, “You’ll take it quietly and squeeze it nice and tight? Soak it with your little wet cunt when I make you cum?”

He can feel you clenching already, twisting around him like a fist, milking him, pulling him in, starved for more.

”Yes, yes, yes,” you chant softly, begging for him to get on with it, “Just fuck me, Josh…please,”

There’s that sinful mouth of his again, ghosting over your ear, “Just fuck me Josh,” he mocks in a velvet whisper, “Please.”

A sob escapes you and turns the apples of your cheeks pink…he echoes the sound back to you and fans the flames of your delectable shame.

”Quiet now, baby…” he reminds you, tone taunting and laced with self-satisfaction, “You just bite down on the pillow if it gets to be too much, and I’ll bite down on you.”

You tighten around him at the mere thought of it and tug an achingly gorgeous grunt from deep within his chest, “You like that? You want me to bite you to keep quiet? Mark you up all pretty?”

”Fuck…” you reach back and grab for him, fingers sinking into the curve of his waist, begging for it with your entire body.

You can’t seem to manage much more, but it’s enough for him, and with a swift pull back, he snaps his hips hard and fast and sets a relentlessly feral pace in motion.

The head of his cock, thick and suede-soft, kisses your cervix with each inward push, driving a wild sound out of you that you smother into the pillow, tongue dragging against the worn cotton as though it were his mouth.

His teeth are peppering your back and shoulders, gnashing his own moans way down deep into your flesh where you will secret them away forever. He gifts each sound to you on a gorgeous, stinging platter and you only want more, more, more. It is never enough with him…you are gluttonous for whatever he sees fit to offer.

”You feel so fucking good, baby,” it comes undulating across your cheekbone like a warm, languorous breeze, “So fucking wet, I can feel you all over me. You’re gonna make me cum.”

He grows impossibly hard within you and that, along with the filth he is sighing into the night and the drags of his teeth, sends you careening over the edge you had no idea you were so close to. You explode around him, and his weight grows heavier atop you as his thrusts lose rhythm.

“That’s it,” his praise is clipped and winded, “just - fuck - just like that. Keep going, so tight, messy pretty fucking pussy, make me cum, baby, please…make me fucking cum.”

He’s babbling like a brook you want to lie beside and listen to for the rest of your life. So beautiful. So Josh. But so quietly, and you know how difficult it must be for him, how hard he must be trying, and you love him all the more for it.

With a final, vicious bite, he coaxes a hiss out of you that makes him see stars as he lets go, fucking himself deeper and deeper as he rides it out, moans pressed into your glazed, shivering body like flowers in between the pages of a book.

And still, you only want more. You want his jaw to lock, his teeth to break the skin, to draw blood, to scar you…soft pink, raised marks tattooed by his kiss to remind you.

A long sigh flutters your hair, and your eyes drift closed at the soothing lilt of the sound as his fingers begin to card through your hair.

”You thirsty, baby?” His nose nuzzles at you, drawing forth a lazy smile that is half smashed into the pillow.

“Yes, but stay a little longer.”

He cuddles down into you, cheek to cheek, the weight of his body keeping you warm and safe in the silence.

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readychilledwine · 6 months

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Bound by Fate Pt 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Summary - When Kaylee Archeron meets Azriel, her world turns upside down. Between balancing her trauma, new powers, a mating bond, and war looming over her new home, Kaylee learns every thing is not as little as it once seemed.

Warnings - jealousy, poor communication

A/N - it's @azrielappreciationweek free day and ✨️double post day✨️

No one spoke at breakfast. The tension in the air between Rhysand and Azriel was at a breaking point. The two had been heard arguing with each other early in the morning while Cassian stood there and tried to play middle ground.

Kaylee poked the eggs in front of her. Glancing up at Amren every so often as the ancient female studied her as if she was an old textbook written in some unknown tongue. Her gaze flicked to Cassian, and the general smiled softly at her before pushing fruits her way and taking the eggs. "Did my mate give you permission to take her food or were you just feeling entitled to it?"

Kaylee sighed. "I don't like eggs, Az. He's been eating my eggs for a few weeks now." She felt his discomfort down the bond. Another thing his brothers got to learn while he was being forced to play the part of her sisters' keeper.

He was angry. Beyond angry. He was being forced to make a sacrifice and guard Elain and Nesta while his own mate was burying her pain and feelings so deep within herself he thought she'd explode.

Silence fell back over the table, leaving the door open for that heavy tension to set in again. Kaylee felt a pressure in her mind, as if something that shouldn't be there was forcing it's way to her. Rhys shifted uncomfortably. "Kaylee. Stop."

"I'm not doing it on purpose."

"I know," he sighed. "Just think of your powers like a faucet and turn the faucet off."

Kaylee tried. But something kept reaching for her, calling to her like a siren spell, and her magic locked in on it. Cassian froze at the sight of her, eyes glowing white as she began to almost radiate, at the same time, Azriel froze, eyes going almost black as his head tilted to the side. "Uh, Rhys?"

Amren paused her drink, looking between the two mates before chuckling. "Well, that solves that mystery. Azriel has a beast form."

Rhys was in Kaylee's mind, searching for a way to pull her from accidentally bonding to a centuries old creature his own brother had not even had touch with, but that bond, that damned and blessed mating bond, blocked him. Rhys closed his eyes, knowing there was only one other option to stop them from completing the connection. "Azriel, I am commanding you as your High Lord to leave for the House of Wind at once."

Kaylee fell unconscious as the connection severed, Azriel immediately holding his mate's face as her nose bled. "What the fuck just happened?!"

Rhys stood, moving between Azriel and Kaylee. "She found your beast form. It would appear after a millenia without a tamer, every form of beast is anxious to have a fae who speaks for them and their well-being." Rhys took a napkin, gingerly cleaning Kaylee's nose before motioning for Cassian to take her.

"Until she has control, Azriel. It's best if you stay in the House of Wind. Amren and I can push her out. You-"

"I will not be banned from seeing my mate," the growl he released had shadows clashing against starlit darkness, siphons beginning to glow as their wearer's mind and magic prepared for battle.

Rhysand rose a brow, "So you will risk all of us and her? If she makes you shift for the first time and your beast kills her, what will you do, Azriel?"

Azriel growled again as Cassian protectively held Kaylee away from him and backed up. "Give me my mate, Cassian."

Amren came between the two then, silver eyes a flame. "Touch her and you toy at the risk of sealing that connection, boy. Listen to Rhysand and think of her. Not yourself."

It was a stab in Azriel's stomach, his brows knitting together as he backed away from them in anger. "She's all I think of," he said firmly but quietly. "She needs me just as much as Nesta and Elain seem to think they do." He disappeared then, swallowed whole by shadows and gone from the Riverhouse.

Kaylee woke up alone and afraid, tugging the bond the way Azriel told her to whenever she needed him. She was met with silence. No soft tugs back, no wave of comfort. She stood on shaking legs, trying to remember what happened as she drank the water the house provided.

She remembered Rhysand's beast trying to speak with her. A great powerful thing with large wings and talons. She remembered telling him Rhys wanted her to get out and the creature's great huff of annoyance like he was no more than a frustrated cat wishing to has his way.

Then she was trapped by something else, and it wanted much more from her. Another winged beast, dripping darkness like ichor. It had not let her see it, just its imposing figure as it pinned her below it and stared down at her.

Her eyes grew wide when she remembered what it growled. Mate. She tugged the bond again desperately, praying to every fae God he would answer. It was a cold knife to her heart when he left her in silence.

Rhys stood and watched as the stag nudged Kaylee, then rested his large head on her shoulder as if he was hugging her. She wasn't okay. He could feel her turmoil tearing her mind and heart apart. They had been training for hours now, her practicing warging into the beast, their communication, their emotional link. Rhys now knew of several areas of the forest that had been plagued by evil. He knew of areas where food and resources were lacking. He knew what he could do to restore those areas and had begun drafting out plans.

He walked to the stag and Kaylee, scratching the stag behind his ear and then placing a hand gently on Kaylee's back. "Are we content with today?" The stag seemed to nod and gently pushed Kaylee into Rhysand's waiting arms. "Let's go get some food for you, little one."

Cassian greeted them, nodding as he stirred stuff into the soup he was making. "How was our antlered friend?" Kaylee shrugged, her eyes still looking wide and lost. She went upstairs, leaving Rhys and Cassian alone in the kitchen. "She needs him. We either take her up there or bring them here, Rhys."

Rhys rose a brow. "She needs the woods."

Cassian didn't argue, tightening his lips into a line. "We're going to lose Azriel if you aren't careful, Rhysand. You know this is all he's ever wanted."

Rhysand sighed taking the seat across from Cassian. "Do you remember when I accidently shifted for the first time? The damage and hurt I caused." Cassian closed his eyes, nodding at the painful reminder. "I've had centuries to be one with my beast. Azriel didn't even know he had one. If he shifts and hurts her in anyway, we will lose him for not protecting her. We are damned if we do, damned if we don't."

2 weeks.

Kaylee had not seen Azriel in two weeks. And now he stood in the living room, a redheaded male in hand and Feyre in Rhysand's arms. The two couldn't stop staring at each other. Eyes locked in need, love, and desperation.

Cassian cleared his throat at the scent of the bond between Azriel and Kaylee and Rhysand and Feyre. He shot the new male, one Kaylee was blocking from her memory, a sympathetic look before motioning for him to follow outside, and Azriel doing the same to Kaylee. "Kaylee, Lucien," Cassian said once they were outside. "Lucien, Kaylee."

"You were there," she whispered. "You were with Tamlin."

He nodded. His beautiful face changed. "We didn't know. I promise on my life we did not know."

"I believe you." They all paused as a shift in the trees came. A large hawk came and landed on Lucien's shoulder, head cocked before flying to Kaylee and resting in her arms.

Lucien stared between the two, then looked to Cassian and Azriel. The wild life around this house was extensive. Thriving. The woods themselves sang songs of joy and healing. He studied the littlest sister, seeing her magic giving and taking. "Dangerous powers. Nature is a cruel lover. She tends to take and take and you do not see the give back right away." Lucien came close to her, stroking the hawk on his feathered head. "The last female with your powers was drained so much by the lands and wildlife, she ran into the woods of Autumn one night never to be seen again. There's children's stories and campfire legends about her."

Azriel growled, causing Lucien to shoot him a look. "Has she bonded to Rhysand's beast yet? Typically the tamers and their High Lord's beasts are quite close."

Cassian shook his head. "We're going to the House of Wind," it was firm, ending the conversation regarding Kaylee's progress before it could start. "Az, you got Kay?"

The shadowsinger nodded, pulling Kaylee close to him and smiling slightly as she giggled and the hawk flew away. They were in the air in seconds, her nuzzled into Azriel's neck, taking in his scent and covering him in hers like a kitten.

Cassian shot a look to Lucien. "Do not bring up Rhysand and Kaylee's bond in front of Azriel again. Please. I would prefer not to have to clean up another fight between them."

"It's not a romantic bond or sexual?"

Cassian nodded, agreeing and thankful the new connection Rhysand had allowed Kaylee to make was solely business. "But we all know how… Animalistic and protective males are of their mates. Azriel believes what they have is beyond sacred. Kaylee potentially losing herself to-" Cassian rolled his eyes with a smirk as the first noises came from the house and picked Lucien up. "There have been signs already, Lucien. Hopefully having someone from the Court Tamers typically are born into will help."

The dinner was silent. Rhys and Feyre sitting at the heads of the table, Lucien across from Kaylee, freshly bathed and in impeccable clothing. Azriel to her right, Amren to her left. And Mor and Cassian on both sides of Lucien.

Kaylee had begged for Nesta and Elain to come down, pleading with every fiber of her being for just a second of their time. Just a singular moment to see them. To be held by them. She was met with silence. That silence turned to rage inside of her. She had destroyed her guest room. Screaming as the furniture replaced itself and began to redo the process until Lucien had came to her.

Not her mate.

Not her sisters.

Not even Cassian.

Lucien.

He held her, whispering words of comfort, telling her she was safe. She had not noticed her own hands shifting, but Lucien had, he watched as the tanned skin turned back from the soft blue it was shifting to. As her nails became normal instead of daggers.

Lucien held her until those moments of shaking rage became what they truly were, trembles of sadness.

Sadness from her mate immediately leaving her at the House to go sit with Elain. Sadness from her older sisters ignoring her. Sadness from the sheer agonizing feeling of abandonment setting into her soul and bones.

He held her until that trembling stopped. And then he held her again as he took in those tear stained cheeks and watering ocean eyes.

Lucien understood Kaylee to his core. The youngest sibling left to their own devices and knowledge in a world they hardly understood. He understood that anger, that sadness, that longing to belong.

He saw Kaylee.

He saw her for more than her power, for more than just Feyre's sister. He saw her for her. He saw her brokeness from mistreatment, her exhaustion from being forced to train from breakfast to nightfall.

And he didn't understand how Azriel didn't. The male cared for his mate, that was clear as he filled her plate with more food, kissed her temple, ensured her drink was never empty. But how he did not sense Kaylee's humanity slipping away already was concerning. Lucien leaned back, studying her as Rhysand studied him.

"Something interesting to you, Lucien?"

He shook his head, eyes still on Kaylee as she looked up, small signs from her breakdown still there. "No," he stated calmly. "Just admiring her. She's not something you see everyday."

Rhys nodded in agreement, pride leaking into his voice as he looked at the youngest Archeron sister. His favorite new project. "No. No, she is not." He allowed his beast to touch Kaylee. Stroking that bond between them gently in praise.

Kaylee gave a slight smile, her cheeks flushing slightly at the complement and at Rhysand's otherside almost purring at contact with her.

And, unseen to everyone but Lucien, Azriel began to seethe.

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chaoticgremlin-1 · 3 months

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So, when I was at the ren faire, I found a booth called Spritekin Grove, and they had the CUTEST thing!

I'll put the text here too, because it's a little hard to read.

Deadname Removal by the Fae.

When a name is set to babe at birth,

A loving welcome to the earth.

With good intentions and wish bestowed,

And hopes to serve till they grow old...

Sometimes, the choosing, a challenge made.

As some babes face a harder fate.

For a body doesn't make a soul,

And in the wrong skin, we can't feel whole.

Trapped because the skin won't match,

For we are trans, and quite the catch!

But needing change to mend the wound,

A name that fits would be a boon!

Thus this book the Fae have bound,

For when a truer name you've found,

Your given name to give as price,

And claim the name that feels so nice!

Your old name will whisk away,

And give it to a Spritekin Fae.

And they will be such happy friends,

And use your name to better ends.

That name's no longer yours, you see!

You've traded it as a Farrie Fee!

And once a Farrie deal you make,

It's made for good! Make no mistake!

So never more will you be known,

As the name with which your skin was grown.

But the name you choose will always be.

The one that fills your heart with glee!

For that's what makes it your in sooth.

A name's a word that fits your truth!

It matters not from whence it came,

Or who gave to you your birthing nam.

For those who love us deep and true,

Will honor an name we choose,

And call us that which brings us joy,

And care not if we're girl or boy!

And so if you would make the trade,

Call a Keeper (attendant) hither!

And in this book, please write your name,

And leave it here forever.

A new name you may freely choose,

(tho one is not provided.)

The cost in charge is freely paid

(No fae deal is one-side!)

If someone calls that old name now,

You can just ignore!

They must be calling someone else!

That name is you no more.

So, will you take the pen and write,

Your given name within?

If so, you're free to do so now,

You've only just begun!

(end of text)

Guys??? I'm crying??? I was too shy to write down a my name, but still! It's beautiful. The people who ran the stand were amazing. Me and my siblings each got a Spritekin, which are these little buddies that the fae put magic in for us. They don't have names untill you adopt them, and if you can't think of a name, they bring out a jar of little papers that have the names from the book.

This is mine, his name is Billy. I named him myself. I adopted him because he had a mad face, and I was scared no one else was gonna adopt him because of it.

This is my little brother's Spritekin. His name is Berry. Berry got his name from the jar. He has a broken arm, but that's okay. If you break the Spritekin, you can take them back to the Keepers, who can fix them!

This is my little sister's Spritekin. Her name is Pebbles, she named it.

The website is spritekingrove.com you can find upcoming events, and you can contact the Keepers!

#ren faire #renaissance faire #Spritekins #transgender #trans pride

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sombredancer · 2 months

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Asian dramas and Love tropes

There are my favorite characters and their love stories as a list. Enemies to lovers

Drama: Her Royal Highness/长公主在上 Characters: Gu Xuanqing x Li Yunzhen Screentime: Main A boy is sent to be a servant in the unruly princess`s palace in order to find some dirt about her and to help his master to overthrown her, but something goes wrong... The HE is attached.

Drama: The Legends/招摇 Characters: Li Chenlan x Lu Zhaoyao Screentime: Main A leader of a demonic sect died trying to get demonic sword. Her soul returns to the world full of wish to get revenge on the current leader of her sect, who, as she thinks, killed her in the past. Found the way to be close to him, she learns that he wasn't the reason of her death and, moreover, desperately in love with her for many-many years. This is an adaptation of the novel "Ostentatious Zhaoyao", which I love more than a drama, but it's a good story in both variants. The HE is attached (although it`s a little bit obscure in the drama).

Drama: Till the End of the Moon/ 长月烬明 Characters: Tantai Jin x Li Susu Screentime: Main A boy who is destined to become a Demon God and to destroy the World tries to fight his doom. In a process, he falls in love with a transmigrator, who was sent 500 years back in the past to prevent his transformation into a Demon God. The irony is,making him falling in love is the only way to kill him for good... It`s an adaptation of the novel "Black Moonlight Holds the BE Script", which I like way-way-way more than the drama, not the least because the drama has BE and the novel has HE. I just watched it as a visually beautiful fanfic to the novel.

Drama: Love Between Fairy and Devil /苍兰诀 Characters: Dongfang Qingcang x Xiao Lanhua Screentime: Main My favorite drama of all times! Trying to save her love, a girl accidently falls into a secret prison for immortal criminals, revives the most fearsome demon of all times and heals his ability to feel. Later, forced to spend his time together with the girl from the enemy camp, the demon finds out that he actually likes her... The HE is attached. I wrote A LOT about them and made recap of the whole drama from the point of their relationship development in these posts: one, two, three, four, five and six.

Drama: My Journey to You /云之羽 Characters: Gong Shangjue x Shangguan Qian Screentime: Secondary In order to destroy the martial artist's clan, a female assassin was sent in there. While she is trying to seduce one of clan's young masters, he tries to expose her lies, but, eventually, falls in love with her. Unrequited. Maybe. This story has an open ending. My analysis of their relationship is here.

Drama: Butterflied lover /风月变 Characters: Ling Changjin x Bao Zhu Screentime: Secondary A wicked nobleman marries a princess because of her miraculous blood: it`s able to bring his zombie sister back to life. The princess allows him to treat her bad because she has been in love with him for a long time and believes he is a good person. Bit by bit he starts believe in it himself and begins to cherish his wife more... The ending is obscure (in a traditional Chinese way).

Drama: The Blue Whisper /与君初相识 Characters: Li Shu x Xue Sanyue Screentime: Minor A cat demon prince infiltrates the valley of demon hunters in order to set free the great demoness, but falls in love with one of demon hunters. Mutually. The ending is traditionally Chinese - they met again in another life. Т_Т

Drama: Immortal Samsara / 沉香如屑 Characters: Xuan Ye x Ran Qing Screentime: Minor An Asura king infiltrates the Heavenly Realm in order to steal the artifact that can help him conquering the world. The keeper of this artefact is a brave and honest goddess and he can't help but fall in love with her. After, he needs to choose: to be with his lover or to rule the world. He wants all at once, but there is no way to get it all. No HE for this pair. Pride and Prejudice

Drama: Lighter and Princess / 点燃我 Characters: Li Xun x Zhu Yun Screentime: Main A girl from a rich family with an anxious type of attachment falls in love with her classmate from a poor family with an avoidant type of attachment and tries to win his heart. It`s a problematic ship in a full meaning of these words and I like it this way. Yummy! The HE is attached.

Drama: Derailment /脱轨 Characters: Qi Lian x Jiang Xiaoyuan Screentime: Main A boy accidently meets his school sweetheart after many years of radio silence and understands that something is wrong with her. It turns out that her body is occupied by a transmigrator from a parallel world. At first he hates transmigrator for replacing his lover, but bit by bit he learns, that a transmigrator has not only the same appearance but the same habits and way of thinking, and falls in love with this new personality again... The story ends with HE but not in a way that you may think it would.

Drama: The Love by Hypnotic /明月照我心 Characters: Li Qian x Li Mingyue Screentime: Main In order to build relationship between two countries an emperor arranges marriage for his son. His fiancée is from a barbaric tribe: she is good at horse riding and archery, but knows nothing about palace etiquette and ladies stuff. It`s a light and sweet story about finding a path to each other's heart. The HE is attached.

Drama: The Long Ballad /长歌行 Characters: Hao Du x Li Leyan Screentime: Secondary A tsundere of a low background with a poker face does his ruthless job in a court, that's why a young princess thinks he is an awful man and is scared of him. But in reality he is a loyal servant and son and, moreover, secretly in love with the princess, who can't stand him... The HE is attached.

Drama: Miss the Dragon /遇龙 Characters: Xue Qianxun x Qingqing Screentime: Secondary A very naïve bird demon girl accidently meets a tsundere god of netherworld and turns his well ordered life into havoc. He starts liking it, though. The HE is attached. Forbidden love

Drama: A Frozen Flower /쌍화점 Characters: Hong Rim x No Guk Screentime: Main A gay king needs a heir, so he forces his lover to conceive a child with a queen. In a process, a boy, who was groomed as a king's lover from his childhood, finds out that he likes women much more than men. A traditional Korean tragedy. Very beautiful and full of feelings, though. (No GIFs because they all would be erotic ones).

Drama: 100 Days My Prince /백일의 낭군님 Characters: Moo-yeon x Kim So-hye Screentime: Secondary An assassin who is working for a wicked court official is secretly in love with a wife of a crown prince, who happens to be a daughter of the killer of his parents. Forbidden love doubles! But it's mutual, unfortunately for him. It's a very beautiful and full of desperation and feelings story. No HE, we die like Koreans. More detailed story of their relationship is available here, here and here.

Drama: The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity/晴雅集 Characters: He Shouye x Zhang Ping Screentime: Secondary A woman, who is destined to restrain the undying evil within her body for eternity in solitude, falls in love with Yin-Yang master. Her love is mutual, but her lover can't be with her forever, so he leaves with her his guardian demon to brighten her loneliness. Protecting her for ever starts being the only goal of demon's life... A tragedy, but a beautiful one.

Drama: The Legends/招摇 Characters: Gu Hanguang x Shen Qianjin Screentime: Minor "The Legends" once more! The main doctor of a demonic sect is in love with a leader of a righteous sect. A girl is not allowed to love anyone, otherwise she will suffer from the poison, so he anonymously sends her packages of medicinal herbs. She is curious about anonymous sender, too. But nothing can be kept in secret forever... Unfortunately, no HE for these two. In the novel he is safe and sound, but he has no love plotline at all. So is a price of love Т_Т.

I will talk about my other favorite characters and tropes in the next post.

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animasola86 · 7 months

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Sebastian Sallow Headcanons (revisited)

I made a similar post a while back, but I think it's time to revisit it.

Sebastian Sallow is a Scorpio (born between Oct 23 and Nov 22).

Typical Scorpio traits include being resourceful, ambitious, brave, (com)passionate, possessive, jealous, loyal, supportive, emotional, intense. I’d say he is all that. Also fits the Slytherin characteristics.

I don't have a particular date in mind for him anymore, but I'd say around Halloween or after would suit him and Anne. (I haven't looked at the actual Astrology aspect of it, leaving that to the experts here!)

He is a nerd and an athlete.

He is the kind of nerd who will hit you with knowledge when you least expect it and never as the know-it-all type, but rather the let-me-share-my-knowledge type. I'm sure he'll be actually fun at parties.

And I see no problem in him being hunched over books for hours on end and being physically fit at the same time. (Yes, he seemed a little unfit at the start of fifth year, being all breathless on the way to Hogsmeade and during a mission up some stairs, but I'll ignore that. He'll grow into it.)

So he's not only fit enough to brave all those stairs in Hogwarts, I also see him on the Quidditch team. I initially had him as a Beater in my head, and I still stand by it, but I do see him as a Seeker as well now, just because how he can show off by catching the Snitch.

(I don't see him as a Chaser, too average a position for him imo, or a Keeper, I think he'd be too hyper to stay in one place all the time, even though his protective trait might play into it, but he can focus on that more when he hits some Bludgers around.)

He is tall.

I also HC that Ominis is taller, but Sebastian is still tall. I put him at 1.80m/180cm (5′11″) initially, but I might even put him taller now. He'll definitely have another growth spurt during his last years at Hogwarts and grow into an even taller adult, so for now, let's settle on him being 1.85m/185cm/6'1" at the end of the game. (Angst can make you grow, yes.)

(And I need him to be tall because my MCs usually are quite short and I just love that size difference dynamic so much!)

He is an extrovert.

He might have his baggage to carry during his fifth year (and beyond), but he still has many extrovert tendencies, especially needing people around to recharge - even if it's just one person (our MC preferably). He is a twin, so being alone was never really an option before Anne got sick.

That's why he hates being alone, he'll certainly have his mind flooded with doubts and dark thoughts if he happens to be alone. That might make him clingy and/or overprotective towards his significant other/friends, but if it helps him sleep at night, he won't hesitate to hog those special people to his advantage.

He is a light sleeper.

And probably has nightmares more than your average boy considering all the stress he puts himself under, with his worries for Anne and the constant abuse from Solomon and his general past (loss of his parents, etc.).

Yet even though he might have trouble falling asleep and sleeping in general, I do think he can sleep anywhere, thinking about the shed in Feldcroft that the fandom considers to be his place to stay when he visits his sister. Also as a twin he was probably used to sharing small spaces and finding sleep wherever he can.

He can't sit still for long.

Call it ADHD, restless legs syndrome or general nerves, he probably can't sit still and has to fidget a lot as well. Might conflict with his ability to absorb himself in books for hours on end, but even when reading, I'd imagine him moving a lot (think back to him pacing in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, or his constant walking cycle through the DADA tower, etc.).

His favorite color is green.

Obvious choice, I just needed something to end this with. So here we go. Green for Slytherin, for nature, and maybe, probably hope? Who knows.

[ 🔞 NSFW Sebastian Sallow Headcanons ]

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow headcanon #sebastian sallow headcanons

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circeyoru · 2 months

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I can't stop but thinking pokemon about this new series hehe... Its like Alastor is the rare shining pokemon to keep whilst others is also rare but not so like alastor.

Reader is a keeper of all power to stay at the top of monarch. They must be like an advisor to the current king and queen of hell, adore charlie to death calling her little raven. its like she adopted lulu and lili together as her heiress to the throne for them to rule as she just at the side lurking, watching, observing at her free reign domain. She just enjoy her free time but also there to advice firmly not only the top but also to the spreader nobility of hell.

She call lilith her fallen star, lulu her little apple or the fallen dreamer...honestly anything you can call also. She is there foster mother or sister as you said she guide them and let them rule hell together. She is also their love counceller. More or less an aunt to charlie

Sorry for rumbling its just there are so many possibility of this story. And i just love sharing what i think or ideas to you. This is the only thing I rambled so much.

To the sole creator of this idea. Love you and your creativity. 😩 Thank you for blessing us with this new journey. 💜💜💜💜

-R💜

Thank you for the praise! No worries on the ranting, I enjoy reading these. I'll agree that the possibility is endless since this is just the beginning for now. Idea given, I'll take over with the writing~

Oh ho~ This is mentioning the Overlords' ranking within Reader's/your collection~ It'll be revealed in part 3~

As for Lucifer and Lilith's dynamic with you, not set in stone yet, so can't answer. Bottom line, you're the one to help them rise to the throne as King and Queen of Hell after they were cast out of Heaven/Earth

My Works: MASTERLIST

(this is referring to the newest part for {Collection of Overlords})

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thefrontofmymind · 2 years

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No More Hiding; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

REQUEST: Can you make a joe quinn x reader where at the st4 premiere the reader is sweet with the kids like millies sister and she dsnces with her and also with the kids of the cast even when if yhey are grown upd now and he loves you even more snd wants to have kids so at home he talks about kids and the reader always wanted them so they try for months and when they are promotijg st4 with jamie the interviewer notices the belly and thdy announce it? :) - @kellysimagines

a/n: so this changed,,, a lot? when i was writing it,,, sorry idk how that happened but i had an idea and ran with it, hope that's all good! any feedback is welcome, as always. kisses!

SYNOPSIS: Joe and costar!Reader are having a baby, but it's still quite early. Luckily the one, the only, Jamie Campbell Bower is a great secret-keeper

WARNINGS: pregnant reader, the start of a panic attack, that's basically it

It was a very exciting night, the world premiere of Stranger Things 4. Everyone in the cast was together on the red carpet–and had been for about an hour now–doing interviews and posing for photos–and you were beginning to get very tired. Though you had a good reason–you were about twelve weeks pregnant, and it takes a lot out of a person to have to grow a whole new body inside of them.

You stood next to your partner, Joe, with Charlie on the other side of you as you all posed for a big group photo. You tried not to let your fatigue and nausea show on your face, but Joe could tell, having seen the look on your face quite frequently for the last couple months.

“You alright?” he whispered, sneaking a glance at you.

“Yeah, just feel like I’m going to be sick,” you whispered back to him. You hadn’t told anyone apart from your close family yet, you wanted to wait as long as you could–you always preferred privacy in your relationship, and this pregnancy wasn’t any exception.

Joe intertwined his fingers in yours, hidden from the view of the cameras. “I think we’re almost done, love.”

And you were; within minutes, all the photographers crowded in front of you were satisfied with their shots, and you were being directed inside the reception hall that the screening of the first two episodes would take place in. There were drinks and nibbly bits inside while you waited, though you had a feeling that if anything went into your stomach it would just come right back up again, and of course, you couldn’t have a drink–Joe was also not drinking out of solidarity, knowing you already missed having your vodka sodas only a third of the way through your pregnancy.

Everyone still mingled before taking their seats, though you and Joe mostly kept to yourselves in a corner, until Jamie sauntered over to you, a big smile across his face. The three of you grew quite close over the many months making the season–Joe and Jamie bonded very quickly, and with you and Joe together, you were brought along with it all.

“And how are these lovebirds going?” he asked, settling at the cocktail table you were standing at. He looked at the tabletop with a furrow in his brow. “Not drinking tonight, guys? Not like the both of you!”

You let out a nervous laugh, as Joe put a hand on your back, feeling your anxiety as well. During the handful of times the three of you went out for dinner, you’d been known to love a good drink or two or five, so it was definitely an adjustment having to go cold-turkey, and apparently it was noticeable.

You didn’t know what to say for a second, there was an awkward silence between the three of you. You looked to Joe, who was looking right back at you. You had a moment of silent communication, Jamie just watching your non-verbal conversation.

“I’m-I’m,” you stuttered. “I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby!”

Immediately Jamie lunged forward to engulf you in a hug. “Congrats?” he asked, just to be sure, to which you and Joe both nodded enthusiastically. “Congrats! Oh my god!”

He parted from you and gave Joe a hug too, complete with a couple hearty pats on the back, the ‘lad side’ of both of them coming out.

“It’s still pretty early so we’re not really telling many people yet…” Joe told him, a sense of urgency in his voice.

“No worries, mum’s the word-literally, I suppose!” Jamie joked. “Oh, I’m so excited for you two! Are you still coming to Brazil?”

Netflix was sending the three of you to Sao Paulo for a few days in the coming weeks to do some interviews over there–the higher-ups figured it was a good decision when they found out just how much time you’d all been spending together.

“Of course!” you almost yelled over the chatter of the rest of the room. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, might even have a bump by then!”

Without a moment’s notice, you were all called to your seats to continue the rest of your night. You were glad to be sitting, since your feet had begun to swell–one of the joys you knew was just beginning.

And it was, by the time you and Joe were sat in business class on a flight from London to Sao Paulo, you swore your feet and hands were almost double the size they were just the week beforehand, however you’d finally gotten out of the ‘exhausted and nauseous all the time’ phase, and were in the ‘strong hair and nails and finally have that pregnancy glow everyone goes on about’ phase.

You tried to recline your seat as much as you could to get some rest–much more than you would’ve been able to in economy class–but you were still uncomfortable. The baby had begun to move in the past few weeks, and as much as it gave you butterflies every time you felt movement in your abdomen, it was beginning to get old when you just wanted some rest for Pete’s sake!

Joe was in the seat next to your’s, headphones on, watching some movie he’d downloaded for the flight, but you could see his gaze fall to your bump–which was now getting rather impossible to hide–every few minutes. You signalled to him to take off his headphones, which he did, swivelling slightly in his seat to face you as best he could, with a questioning look on his face.

“I can’t sleep,” you said in a hushed tone, to not disturb the rest of the plane. “Babe keeps moving and I can’t get comfortable.”

Joe grabbed your hand with one of his, placing his other hand on your bump–slowly rubbing small circles. He shuffled down a little so his face was level with your stomach.

“Hey kid, you have to let your mum sleep, alright?” he whispered, making you giggle. He looked back up at you. “How about when we get to the hotel, I run you a bath and make it all relaxing and me and Jamie will go out and meet fans so they don’t bother you, hmm?”

He always knew what you needed–and he was being extra attentive during your pregnancy, you don’t think in the past four months you’d know about your pregnancy, you’d opened a car door for yourself, or pulled out your own chair, or carried any heavy bags. He was simply being the perfect future dad, and it made you so excited to see what he would be like when the baby was born.

The rest of your flight didn’t go great–you didn’t manage to get a wink of rest during the entire eleven and a half hours you were in the air–but Joe kept to his promise and after an hour of customs and immigration, then travelling to your hotel and checking in, he’d drawn you a warm bubble bath, dimmed the lights, and let you relax.

“Jamie’s just gotten here so I’m going downstairs,” Joe said to you, reading a text on his phone. “Are you gonna be alright by yourself?”

“Yes, Joe,” you answered, floating in what felt like a rose-scented cocoon. “I’m pregnant, not three years old.”

Joe just laughed, giving you a quick peck, before leaving with his phone, wallet, and one of the room keys. You didn’t do much for the rest of the afternoon, though you did manage to finally get a quick nap in. You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but when you woke, Joe was back and you noticed the sun was beginning to set, so it had been a couple hours, at least.

“Hi, darling,” Joe said in a soft voice. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you groaned as you stretched under the covers. “Still a bit tired but better. How’s Jamie?”

“He’s good…good,” Joe was still wearing the jeans and white button-up he’d changed into when you’d finally gotten to the hotel room. “He wanted to go out for dinner, but I said I’d leave it up to you, see how you’re feeling. We were just thinking the restaurant in the lobby if you’re feeling alright?”

You hadn’t eaten since you were on the plane, and even then that could barely count as a meal–you did feel a sort of ache in your stomach, and you figured you could go out.

“That sounds good, just give me like twenty minutes to get ready…” You got out from under the covers of the bed, stretching again once you were standing, before going to your suitcase which laid on the floor, to look for an outfit.

“I’ll let him know to meet us in twenty in the lobby,” Joe said with a smile.

You quickly got dressed–just onto something comfortable that would keep you cool enough in the humidity–before you made your way down the hotel lobby with Joe, hands swinging in between you as you walked. It wasn’t hard to spot Jamie standing out near the doors of the ‘restaurant front’–with how tall and lanky he was, not to mention the fact that he was dressed head-to-toe in all black–a very ‘him’ look.

He noticed you and Joe as you slowly made your way over to him, meeting you halfway to engulf you in a big, bear hug.

“Hello, dear!” he exclaimed with a big smile, mid-hug, before pulling away. “Look at you! You’re practically glowing!”

“‘ts good to see you too!” you said, feeling a warmth creeping up your neck at the compliment–Jamie was always full of them, and he never hesitated to let someone know when they looked great. “‘ve even got a bump now!”

You placed an arm underneath the small bump on your abdomen to highlight it, to which Jamie gasped before placing a hand on you–but not after looking to you with a questioning look–asking if he could touch you.

“You two are gonna be parents, my goodness!” Jamie laughed, as you and Joe did too.

“Shall we then?” Joe asked, pointing to the restaurant with his one free hand–your’s still holding his other one in a vice-like grip, as usual.

The rest of the night was great–filled with good food and lots of laughs, before your crashed at the end of the night in the fluffy bed you’d be calling your’s for the next few days, in the arms of the man that you loved the most in the entire world.

It was an early start the next morning, being whisked away in the wee hours of the morning to get hair and makeup done, as well as to organise an outfit for your day chocked full of interviews with Joe and Jamie. The stylist Netflix had sent to Brazil with you–Sarah–had a room with a rack full of different options for you to choose from, but you were still nervous about the whole ordeal.

You’d let it slip to her that you’d need some room in the belly region, and she seemed to understand at the time, but now as you looked at the different outfits, all of them looked tight-fitting and it unnerved you that you’d have to soon share a very private part of your life with the world, seemingly against your will.

It was all getting too much, you couldn’t breath, and the room was starting to spin. As quick as you could, you stepped out into the hallway outside, phone in hand and already dialling Joe’s number, even though he was in the same building as you, getting ready in a room just down the hall.

“Love? What’s up?” he asked as he answered the phone, a level of concern in his voice that you’d never heard before.

“I’m just-” there was a lump in your throat that you had to struggle against, that you didn’t know was there at first, you voice came out in a hushed whisper. “I’m not sure I’m ready to tell everyone about the baby, it’s too nerve wracking.”

“Oh, darling…” Joe started as he heard the beginnings of sobs waver in your voice. “We don’t have to yet if you don’t want to, but I think we’re going to have to eventually right? And we’re in Brazil of all places! How fun is that party tonight going to be if we don’t have to keep this big secret, hey?”

You thought for a moment, letting out a sigh. He was right–the story alone of telling the world about the family you were making in Brazil would be pretty cool….

“No more hiding,” was all you said to him.

“There we go!” he jokingly cheered, making you laugh and easing your worries. “I’m just about ready so can I come see you?”

“Yeah, I still need to get dressed, but I guess you could come hang out with us…” you answered, absentmindedly rubbing your bump–a habit you’d only noticed you’d picked up in the past week or so.

Joe didn’t even answer you, just hung up the phone and all but sprinted down the short hallway to where you were standing. He also didn’t say hello, just pulled you to him, arms over your shoulders as he placed a kiss against your cheek–that cheeky grin of his on full display.

In a matter of about thirty minutes, you’d gotten ready, and yourself and Joe were sat in your seats, waiting for Jamie ‘the drama queen’ to finish getting ready so he could join you. You didn’t have to wait long, you amused yourself by chatting with your boyfriend.

“I think the babe’s a girl…” he said, almost out of the blue, looking at you with wide eyes and an equally wide grin.

“You think?” you questioned. “What makes you think that?”

“I don’t know… I just get a vibe!” Joe laughed. “But I’d be happy with a boy! Just want a baby that’s happy and healthy…”

You hadn’t thought too much about it yet, whether you were carrying a boy or a girl–it was just one and ultrasounds made sure of that, and all your current tests came back showing they baby was healthy and growing exactly as they should be, which is all that concerned you for the moment.

“Hello, hello?” you heard a voice call out–Jamie–as he entered the room, wearing sunglasses with a hot coffee in hand. “Sorry, am I late?”

You quickly jumped out of your seat, as did Joe, to give Jamie a hug.

“Showing off the bambino today, huh?” Jamie asked as he took a look at your outfit. “Come on, give us a twirl, you two!”

You and Joe both jokingly spun around to show off your outfits to Jamie, the three of you laughing–it was good, to jake around after a stressful morning, the two Brits made you feel at ease in yourself.

“We’ve-uh-we’ve decided we’re going to start telling people about the babe,” Joe said, placing a hand around your back in on your opposite hip.

Jamie excitedly told mused congratulations–again to the both of you–giving you both a big hug each, before the three of you settled in your seats, about to start a big, new part of your life.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn drabble #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn fic

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lady-ashfade · 2 years

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What ever it takes. Pt3

Yandere Alicent & Aemond x Sister/daughter reader. Miniseries.

What ever it takes. Part Two. Part three. Alternate ending.

Plot: After you arrived home your mother was there to greet you when you awaken. A sweet Reunion between your mother and brother, and you. They finally had you back in their grasps.

Is this the ending of the mini series? Kinda. There will be one more to this about what could have happened. But don’t fear! More mini series like this to come: with more characters and more scenarios. Want more yandere Alicent and Aemond? You can request more.

Words: 656

Taglist: @dangerousbluebirdpoetry @second-try-stevie @a-dorkier-book-keeper @rosaryos @girl-with-an-orange-cat

Warnings: Torture, Yandere tendencies, also fluffy in a way. Kinda hate it but it’s okay.

Slowly waking from your rest you could feel the light grip on your hand. Your eyes began to open as the light hit your eyes and you recognized where you were immediately. You were home, finally in your bed again. You looked over and saw your mother looking down at papers in her lap and her hand still on yours. How long has she been there?

In truth she hasn’t left your side since you had come back and she refused to do anything but. “Mother?” Your raspy voice called out to her and she turned her head. She looked surprised but relived, and overjoyed that you were awake. “My sweet girl.” She quickly stood up and leaned over to embrace you softly.

“I’m so glad your alive.” She kissed your forehead. “What happened? The last thing I remember is aemond..” you didn’t remember what aemond had done to the man. “Aemond brought you home.” She pulled back and sat on the bed next to you and started to brush your hair.

“I was so scared of losing you,” her lip quivers, “I got blinded when I heard you were missing. I can not- I will not go through that again.” She vowed. You smiled at her, “I’m okay mother, you need not to worry anymore.” But she did. She will always worry about you- Her little daughter will always be threatened by the harsh world.

She hummed and continued to brush your hair and stare at you lovingly. “You know I love you?” She asks in a more serious tone. “Of course I do mother. And I love you.” She felt pride hearing those words again. “Good because I want you to remember that always? What ever happens remember that I love you deeply.” Her tone darken and it put you off a bit.

The door to your room opened and you saw your brother walk in and his eye met yours. “Oh thank the sevens.” He jogged to your side and kissed your head. Alicent moved back and let him reunite with you, she was happy to watch.

“How are you feeling?” He asked and you just shrugged. “Tired but better then I had before. I heard you brought me home, so thank you.” He just grabbed your hand and kissed it. “I will always save you my darling. No harm will ever come to you again.”

You looked at him and saw a expression you didn’t know how to read but you let it pass. But he was probably just letting out every emotion he felt. “Do you think I could have lemon cakes?” The question made them laugh and nod.

“You can have anything you want.” Alicent and aemond stayed with you until you feel back asleep then they took there leave.

“Please- I swear we didn’t know it was the princess.” A man whimpers in pain as his side sting from the hot iron. “Do you think we would truly believe that?” Aemond asked looking at him and Alicent waved her fingers, the torturer put the hot iron back onto his skin causing him to scream at her command.

This wasn’t the only method they used. They had found seven men left, they used so many things to make them pay for their darling. They cut out their tongues, some fingers and legs, one was cut open alive. They wanted blood to be payed and they got it- They made sure of it themselves.

Alicent smiled as the man screamed in pain, feeling happy she could avenge her daughter. “I think that is enough for tonight and we can pick this back up on the morning.” Aemond follows his mother out.

“You must help y/n recover. Let her know your love and then we will announce the engagement.” She spoke while taking her arm in his. “She will stay with us here forever. She’ll never leave our side again.”

“She’ll be ours forever.”

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utilitycaster · 18 days

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I don't know how you feel about it, but I was extremely frustrated last night when I found out that break was called after around 3 hours. I just felt that at that point they should have just made it a Crown Keepers episode instead of promising that BH would be back and then them barely being in the episode. I don't know, I'm usually really go with the flow with CRs creative choices, but this was just a real big swing and a miss for me. I wish this had all just been its own episode

So here's my feelings:

My thoughts on EXU Prime, and later Kymal, were that I love the player characters and their relationships and much of the worldbuilding (notably all of Niirdal-Poc and the Qoniira Tetrarchy) and I liked many of Aabria's NPCs but there were some pretty big gaps left in "what the fuck is going on" that left me feeling as though I wouldn't mind seeing the characters again but I didn't feel strongly about continuing the story in-world, if that makes sense. The Aevilux reveal, for example, was sort of what the main plot of EXU Prime hinged upon (ie, that was Myr'atta Niselor's motivation; that was what the deal with Ted was) and so the fact that didn't come out for over 2.5 years irl after it ended meant I'd just kind of said "well, some weirdo from Syngorn really wanted to do shit to Opal for some reason related to her sister, who is also her patron, and we don't know why either of these things is the case, and I guess that's what happened" and made my peace with it. Similarly, I don't know what the Nameless Ones want, and never have (other than, at one point, the circlet of barbed vision, and I don't know why they want it). I made a joke that Myr'atta, Poska, and Otohan are all kind of the same and honestly that is the thing: if you don't know why a villain is doing something - even if the reason is "because I love to be evil and terrible!" it's hard to care, and if those are only villains, it's hard to be invested in the story about the heroes either, even if you like the heroes as characters.

When I say I like how this ended, I mean it - I think it could have gone only a few ways, but I like that Morrighan and Opal have both become divine champions, Morrighan willingly and Opal less so (this is yet another case of "the gods don't do take-backsies on oaths", but also, I do feel for Opal despite it all because of Aimee's excellent work throughout). I mentioned how I felt about the exact details of Cyrus's death but I don't mind that he's dead. Fy'ra was a highlight throughout, as she frequently is, and I think she was faced with two extremely unpleasant choices and made a fascinating decision. But I'd have preferred to see this as a flashback (see next paragraph) or like. Just decide what happened. If I'm being extremely honest a lot of my issues with the Crown Keepers portion is that it felt like there was a very specific desired ending (Opal's complete corruption and Cyrus's death); I also said at some point well before that you can only do so much with the Crown Keepers while Dariax is there because Matt does, even if he's turning his brain off to play our Charisma-only kinda short king, know all the cheat codes for the main campaign. It's kind of like why how, even if the DM will control an absent player during RP, they usually have another player control in combat.

I don't mind that the Bells Hells portion was short. I think the choice to break where they did makes sense given everything else that went on. But I think that, criticism of the actual Crown Keepers portion aside, while you might have lost some of your audience for a Crown Keepers-only episode on the main feed, you would have preserved the drama of FCG's death better and gotten people more excited for the Crown Keepers if you had essentially run things exactly as done here but then just cut the two episodes together, which, as a pre-taped medium, they can now do! Hindsight is again 20-20 but: Run the first half of 92 as is. Break and tape a full Crown Keepers episode. Return to Bells Hells and narrate the message back from Dorian saying he'll be there, play out the rest of Bells Hells in the camp dealing with FCG's death, and then have Dorian arrive at the very end of that episode and end the episode when the party asks him what's been going on with him, then reveal there will be a Crown Keepers episode. Air your full Crown Keepers episode as episode 93, and then return to the main campaign with 94. It would have been better balanced in terms of time, people who wanted the Crown Keepers to return would have gotten hyped up, and people who dislike them or are neutral would have at least known what to expect and frankly if they skip the episode that's their choice to make. Hell, since there were 2 weeks? Could have even been like "hey, we'll do a Crown Keepers Marathon on Twitch and Youtube on some random weekday" to build up some hype!

So overall my answer is that I agree this wasn't a great creative choice. I don't think this means they shouldn't take big swings! But some will be misses and this was, while not an entire miss for me, at best a walk.

#answered #minxie-the-sabertooth-kitty #cr spoilers

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ask: @snipersiniora If so can i please request for a rottmnt family platonic one-shot of little sister reader and her family? Reader is as the same age as Mikey.

Where reader admits she's been secretly dating a yokai or mutant boy for months and she not only admit to it but asks if he can meet her family to see if he's good or not.

If you want to know the boyfriend is a keeper (good guy) but how reader's family react and do in the meeting is up to you.

٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Snitch Tendencies ٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰

✰⋆⁺warnings: goofy shi(!) cussing (idk i didn't look/count) (!) too many references (!) boyfriend is very much like mondo gecko(!)

✰⋆⁺lmao you didn't see that- no one did (💀💀😭🤚🏾) whatever you think you saw, you were hallucinating. yes....um, welp, enjoy! It's a mix of a one shot and head cannons, sorta like Picky Icky but, yk, with a different plot.

imma just leave this here- cuz i feel bad about not being able finish this correctly without it sounding like a brain fart. but the new one is currently in construction!

✰⋆⁺"How did they know? Could've sworn that I was subtle. But there was the snitch, should've known he was trouble" Me and you both SpongeBob. nah, nobody but you. You were always bad at lying afterall

You were slowly crawling into lair- perfectly unsuspecting, the quietest of ninja foot steps, no one would ever-

aaaand, the lights just came on.

dear cookie crumbles.

"and WHAT were YOU doing on the topside AFTER CURFEW YOUNG LADY????" There sat a tall ass foot turtle, which is my brother mind you, is tapping his foot sassily against the ground. He also wore a scowl, damned sharpie, with an eye twitch (which would have been funny, had I not been in this situation).

"EEK! a-i- ummm- welp, uhhh- hi DeeDee!" I cringed after flinching so aggressively, smiling in a forced manner. No wonder it all seemed so perfect, damn it Donnie.

"NUH UH!! you dont get to 'DEeDeE' me! What in PizzaSupreme™ were you doing out so late!???"

"i-"

"You've been missing Mikey's meditation practices for strudle's sake!! Do you wanna know what it's like when he pops into Dr Delicate mode???" Donnie was pacing in rectangles, his two fingers massaging the skin that surrounds his brain.

damn his head is big.

"And you guys are best friends!" I involuntarily flinched mentally and physically. "Imagine how he would feel when he finds out that you've been- WAIT! what have you even been sneaking out for?"

annnnnnnddd there's the question

aw pork dumplings. I sighed deeply before opening my mouth, before closing it. Pursing my lips, i did it again as sound began to stutter out of my mouth.

"Well- ummm" I actually didn't know what to say, which is a bit unnerving, because I always have 'somethin to say' per Splinter. "errrm- e-e-i- d-" I tried- but the dude wouldn't even let me speak!

"You're not sans, and quit opening and closing your mouth, it's making your survival rate lower by the second." Donnie impuded. His eyes narrowed lower at my silence.

Well, what the heck?

"I have a boyfriend....and he's yokai" Donnie quit his pacing, and turned fully towards me like a mobile roblox player in 1st pov. I simply rocked back and forth as i waited for his brain to catch up with what is happening.

Donnie couldn't even believe what his ear holes were registering.

You mean to tell him, his little poor, innocent, younger sister was out MINGLING in this universe's equivalent to the underground!

Was he even good enough? i better not be a bum, or worse, a chad.

What even was he?

Oh chewy macaroons, he hoped that you aren't dating a witch-

non of that magic nonsense! (he's still salty about being incorrect and less-than professional at witch town.)

Do you use the chart that he made for you?

Because if that- eugh -boy is going to, court, you, he has to be the one.

and ooohhh if he breaks your heart...

lets just say that the hidden city's ip addresses will have a simple look through.

"huh..." Donnie blinked. His face went through a plethora of emotions. and then he made a face- oh god-

"WAI-" I tried. But it was no use- Donnie pulled a notebook and pen out and started scribbling some more words only he could decipher.

"How tall is he? What's his species? What would you say his eye shape is? How big is-"

"Hey Donnie?"

"And then he could be a delinquent- Are you even into thugs? You didn't even tell me you were into yokai- better yet anyone!"

"DONNIE!!" I yelled. "How about he comes over and you cant meet him for yourself?" I offered. Despite whoever's efforts, i could still hear their footsteps. I was always considered the most in tune with my 5 senses, right next to Donnie.

('So why do I struggle with my mystics?' i questioned myself, but that's for later.)

"Who's Donnie gonna analyze now?" Leo walked in, grumbling with a grimace. Donnie flinched dramatically. I looked at the clock just to see it was 2:56 in the morning. Which meant i had been out for at least 6 hours. I winced again.

"Why don't you tell him? HUH? Oh DEAR little sister???!?!?" Okay now bro was getting on my damn nerves. I know he couldn't help it, but that doesn't mean he has to chuck me under that big yellow box full of sweaty children. (a bus)

Obviously that woke him up, even more than his insomnia has ever, with a lean against the wall.

"Is this about where they've been going? You do know you've missed at least 5 meditation sessions Mikey-" I held my hand up, stopping him from explaining further.

"Yea- i know, i feel bad about that as well." I started, "I've been going out to meet this boy..and we've been meeting up and dating for the past few weeks. He's a gecko mutant- He super nice and funny, he has this-"

"alright! alright! We dont need all of that gushy shit- plus, i suspected that anyway." Leo cut in. And honestly, Im not surprised.

"Yea.. figured as much" I sighed.

"YOU KNEW???"Donnie harshly whispered. Oh right, we're supposed to be quiet.

"No, i guessed. I mean, what else screams "im in love" better than a dopey smile, and kicks while screaming into a pillow- btw lil sis, you're super loud, keep the simpery down to a 3 mkay?" Leo said, just to end it with a wrist flip and a sassy finger pointing my way.

I rolled my eyes, but my faced betrayed my emotions with a bright blush.

"Whatever- we'll talk about it when everyone else is up." I backtraked. "I'll text him to come over Friday since its Tuesday. And ill tell April to come over too."

"So that's it!?" Donnie exclaimed, "No 'Look at you and ur silly crush' or 'sTinKY LiL sIs iS iN LoVe'?????" His hands were wildly waving around. "The fuck?"

"Im just better than you, besides, you were super duper sappy when you had your first date." I jested.

"Not really- well yes, but its also the fact that its now almost 4 at the ass crack of dawn and i couldn't care less right now."

"Oh- valid/That makes sense" You both said at the same time.

"Lets got to brd before Raph and Mikey wake up." Leo sat up from the wall, turning away. "Both of them being cranky isn't something I'd like to experience at the moment -" He finished, before walking towards his room.

"WELP! night night Dee! i hope you get toilet splashback <3"

"Okay then"

and you both went to your rooms. there. Despite already being awake for the whole night, you could only sleep for 3 hours before you had to get up again...great.

Speaking of, it was that morni

had to redo this bc the first one was absolutely brain fart

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Feyre and Nesta hated how their father handled things and because of that they did not have much love for their father who was not a "fighter". As a result they chose his opposite when it came to who they ended up with, they chose two impressive warriors.

"How you were treated by your father as you were growing up helps shape your view of men in general and what you expect of them"

Compared to her sisters, Elain did love her father and it seems his gentle nature was something she latched on to.

"he was smiling mildly at his beloved Elain, the only one of us who bothered to really speak to him at all."

My father smiled freely, laughed readily, and doted on Elain, who in turn doted on him.

My father murmured his praises to Elain, who beamed at him and rested her head on his shoulder.

When depressed her father turned inward and shut down, not entirely different from how both Elain and Lucien have processed their past traumas though I will say Lucien definitely does not like to sit idle.

When happy, Elain's father smiled freely and laughed readily (similar to the Lucien we saw in book 1 and the Lucien we got hints of once he left Spring - he's not fully himself yet but it's easy to see who he is when not dealing with the all the heaviness).

And her father was business savvy to a certain extent:

I spied my father hunched over his desk, a little scale before him as he weighed an uncut ruby the size of a duck’s egg. He was clear-eyed again, and moved with a sense of purpose, of vibrancy, that I hadn’t seen since before the downfall.

“I’m thinking of buying the Beddor land,” my father was saying to Elain, who was the only one of us listening to him. “I heard a rumor it’ll go up for sale soon, since none of the family survived, and it would be a good investment property. Perhaps one of you girls might build a house on it when you’re ready.” Elain nodded interestedly,

The only reason his hand was forced with the three ships at the start of the series was because of bad deals made by the three generations before him.

Elain never seemed to care that he did not fight for them in the cottage, seemed to hang on to his words when he spoke of business deals and only ever seemed to desire his affection. To her, that was enough.

So it's worth paying attention to how SJM made sure to continue drawing even more parallels between Lucien and Papa Archeron:

Elain's first real love (her father), the man she held in high regard, and her mate share a way with words and intelligence.

And just as her father was very open with his affection and praise for Elain, SJM has written Lucien to share that characteristic as well. He was soothing and comforting with Feyre when he thought she had a nightmare and is complimentary of his female friends, always speaking highly of them.

I like how she's basically taken Elain and said, "I see your stubbornness when it comes to the mating bond but I'm going to literally make it impossible for you to not fall for Lucien in the end because I'm going to write him to be everything you respect and desire AND he's going to share a bond with the first man you ever loved."

That last part is huge because Elain can't talk to anyone else about her father without it bringing up negative emotions for them.

In Lucien (and even Vassa), SJM has given Elain another person who she can fondly remember her father with as they too share in those similar memories.

This post was inspired by @lorcanisdabest recent post:

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #lucien and elain #elain and lucien #lucien spell cleaver #acotar series #character deep dive

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