#the only thing getting me not to dread it was knowing autumn would be there. but fuck ): not anymore
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The Second Bridgerton and I: Part 3
Benedict Bridgerton x Reader
Summary: Y/n Clearwater becomes named the “Sparkling Diamond” by Queen Charlotte herself, but she doesn’t know what to do with all this attention. Of course she has her family, but sometimes that doesn’t seem enough. But what happens when she encounters a specific Bridgerton, which changes the course of her season.
Author’s Note: This chapter includes scenes from season 3 episode 2 & 3 of Bridgerton indirectly. Down below is the link to the part 2. I hope you enjoy! Y/nn= reader’s nick name
I walked into the drawing room to see my brothers and sister sitting at a table while my mama was sitting on the love seat while sipping tea. My father was nowhere in sight, so I assumed he was in his office taking care of business. I walked in without greeting and began searching for my small purse.
“Are you not going to say good morning to us sister?” Noah asked
“Are you not happy to see us?” Alex jested.
I paused from my searching and turned to my siblings.
“Good morning.”
“Well someone seems happy to see us.”Alexander said sarcastically and continued to read his morning newspaper.
I continued my search.
“What is it that you are searching for Y/n and why are you in such a haste?” My mama asked.
“My small purse.” I replied.
“Oh are you planning on shopping? I was planning on going to the modiste this morning with Adeline.”
“No!”
My mom looked startled at my tone towards her and so did my siblings.
“I’m sorry. I do not know what came over me. I meant no, because I am a planning on shopping with Penelope. I want to cheer her up after the news.”
Lady Whistedown’s latest issue was released this morning and it was anything, but good for Penelope right now. Now the whole ton knew about the agreement between Penelope and Colin and I know this will definitely cause a setback in her search to find a match. I haven’t spoken with her since last night’s ball and I want to make sure that she is well.
When I mentioned Penelope my mama showed a look of understanding. We all read the paper this morning and the dreadful things that was said about Penelope.
“If you wish to see Penelope then you may do so.” My mama said, “Maybe she can join us.”
“I think she would like that.” I said.
“I will look for your small purse while you go over to the Featherington household.”
“Thank you mama.”
I quickly rushed out of the drawing room and out of the house to walk to the Featherington household. When I stepped outside I noticed what a beautiful day it was. I couldn’t help but admire the flowers that were starting to bloom and appreciate the breeze that would blow occasionally. I enjoy the spring and summer seasons more than the autumn and winter seasons and I am glad the weather will become warmer.
I made it to the door of the Featherington household and knocked. Lucy answered the door. She was a maid who I encountered whenever I visited Penelope.
“Y/n it is a pleasure to see you. Are you here for Penelope?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll go get her.”
I smiled and she let me in. It was quiet, but it was usually quiet in the Featherington household. I hope I wouldn’t encounter Lady Featherington or her daughters. I only have been visiting Penelope this season and I have interacted with the other Featheringtons and they are very vexing people. Especially towards Penelope. I hope they are out shopping somewhere and not here.
I heard footsteps approaching and I saw Lucy walk down the stairs, but with no Penelope in sight.
“I’m sorry Y/n. Penelope does not wish to meet with anyone at the moment. However, she wanted me to tell you that she would like to spend time with you another day.”
“Yes tell her I would love that. Good day.”
“Thank you. Good day to you as well.”
I smiled and made my way back to my house. It was unfortunate that my efforts were in vain, but I hope I get to speak with Penelope soon.
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“Can I stop by the library?!” I exclaimed, “I’m in need of a new good read.”
“Go ahead dearest.” Said mama. “Adeline and I will be in the shop across the street.”
I thanked my mama and walked into Thomas’s book store. Thomas was a nice old man who owned a book store at the end of the street. Many people visited the huge bookstore in the main plaza, but I liked coming here instead because Thomas would always set books aside for me that he thought I might like.
The bell rang as I entered and Thomas was seated by the front desk.
“Well look who it is my favorite customer.”
“I’m glad to be back. Do you have any good books?”
Thomas pulled a book from the shelf behind him and placed it on the counter.
“The newest romance novel by your favorite author.”
“Only one book? Really Thomas!” I joked.
“It’s the only new book I have that I thought you might like. Unless you want a book of fact.”
I showed a face of disgust and Thomas laughed.
“Yeah I didn’t think so.” He said,”You can search the store for more books yourself if you would like.”
“I think I will. Can you hold that book for me?”
“Of course!”
“Thank you.”
I began my search to find a book I might find interesting. Thomas picked a book of romance for me, so maybe I should read something different. Something I usually would not read, but also not boring. Usually I turn right to the romance section, but this time I decided to turn left.
I entered an aisle and began reading the spines of the books to see if any of the titles peaked my interest. I saw a book that was named women in society and it seemed interesting enough. It is a book of fact, but it would be good for me as well since I do not pay much attention to society anyway. I tried to reach for the book, but I was simply too short. I looked around for a ladder, but there was not one in sight. I reached as far as I could for the book, but it was still out of reach. I huffed in annoyance and looked around for someone to be of help, but there was no one around either. I stood on my tippy toes and attempted to grab the book again. My finger tips touched the bottom of the spine when a hand came into my field of vision. Someone stood behind me and grabbed the book I wanted from the shelf.
I turned around and the owner of the mystery hand was revealed to be Benedict. He held the book out in front of me.
“I believe you wanted this book.” Benedict said.
“Yes thank you.”
I grabbed the book and our hands touched. My hand stayed there for a second too long before I pulled away, but I wish I hadn’t.
“What are you doing here?” I asked
“Looking for a book to read. We are in a bookstore after all.”
“…Right…sorry. I am looking for a book as well.”
I motioned towards the book in my hand and he read the title.
“Women in society. A great pick. My sister Eloise raved about it so much last season that I had to read it for myself. It was quite fascinating I must say.”
“I usually read books of romance and I figured I should read a book like this for a change.”
“Romance you say?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve always found romance in literature quite daft.”
“Daft?! Have you ever read a romance novel.”
“No I can’t say I have.”
“Then you have no right to say that romance in literature is daft!”
Benedict looked amused.
“What genre do you like?” I asked
“I enjoy poetry.”
“Poetry?”
“Yes what is wrong with poetry.”
“Nothing it is just that….you do not seem like the type of person to enjoy poetry.”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me Y/n.”
Y/n. When he escorted me back to my family at last night’s ball he asked me to call him Benedict and he began to call me Y/n. He decided that it is only fitting since we are friends. I agreed to it, but only when we were alone, since I did not want people in the ton getting a wrong impression of our companionship. I guess it is okay now since we are the only ones in the bookstore at the moment.
“Well Benedict, I would love to learn more about you as time goes on.”
“I would love to learn more about you as well. Have you ever read poetry?”
“No I can’t say I have.”
“How about this. Why don’t you pick out a romance novel for myself while I pick a book of poetry for you to read. It can be a way for us to get to know each other better.”
“I would like that. Would you like to share our thoughts with one another as we go on?”
“Yes! I would like to know what you think about poetry and it would give me an excuse to see you again.” He said with a wink.
I blushed. Benedict wanted to see me again because he enjoyed my company like how I enjoy his. Our friendship has become an unexpected surprise this season and I am forever grateful.
“Now on to the poetry section.” Benedict said.
Benedict led me to the poetry section and picked out a book from the second shelf.
“This book is not like the sappy stuff that you read in your romance novels.”
“They are not always sappy!” I argue.
I take the book from him and playfully hit his head.
“Hey what was that for?!”
But he didn’t seem mad at my action. He was smiling.
“Knocking some sense into that head of yours! Now it’s my turn to pick.”
“Lead the way.”
I began to walk to the romance section and Benedict followed me. I scanned the shelves until I came across one of my favorites and it will definitely be quite a shocker for Benedict. I plucked the book from the shelf and handed it to him.
“Here you go.” I said.
“The Ancient Legend of Orpheus and Eurydice. I’ve never heard of it.”
“It is an Ancient Greek myth. My grandpa is from Greece, so he grew up with tales from Greek Mythology. He read those kind of stories to his children, my mama, aunt and uncle, and my mama read those tales to my siblings and I growing up.”
“You are Greek?”
“Yes. There are a lot of things you do not know about me Benedict.”
I repeated the same words he said to me earlier and he seemed to notice because he smiled knowingly.
“The story is a love story, but it is a tragedy and it involves real life scenarios. You will see.” I said.
“Tragedy you say. Like Romeo and Juliet?”
“Both stories may be tragedies, but Romeo and Juliet can never compare to The Ancient Legend of Orpheus and Eurydice. It is different in so many different ways.”
“Wow! You have such high praise for this book. I can’t wait to read it and I hope this will be a good read.”
“Of course it will be a good read! I would not have recommended it to you unless it was.”
“I know I’m just teasing.”
I whacked him with the book again.
“You and your teasing!” I giggled.
“Why do you keep hitting me?!” He said with laughter.
“Because it’s funny.”
“Well I’m glad you hit me repeatedly for your own amusement.” He said sarcastically.
“Oh don’t be such a baby! Let’s go purchase these books. I don’t want my mama waiting for long.”
We were walking through the aisles, on our way back to Thomas, when Benedict asked,
“Did you find out how Miss Featherington is doing?”
I told Benedict about the situation with Penelope at last night’s ball and how I wanted to reach out to her to make sure she was alright. I was surprised he remembered.
“No. I went to her house this morning, but she didn’t want any visitors.”
He nodded in understanding
“I would just give it some time.” Benedict said.
“Ah look who it is! My two favorite customers!” Thomas said as we reached the counter.
“I thought I was your only favorite customer.” I said
“I can have more than one.”
I laughed in response. I was reaching in my purse for my money to pay for my books when Benedict’s hand stopped mine.
“I’ll pay for your books.” He said
“Oh no you do not have to.”
“No I insist.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure. Let me do something nice for my friend.”
I figured there was no point in arguing so I let him pay. He finished paying for both our books and we started to gather our things.
“Please come again. Both of you. I like talking with you two.” Thomas said.
“Do not worry I will be back.” I said with a smile.
“As will I.” Said Benedict.
Thomas looked a both of us with a smile, but it did not reach his eyes. Something was bothering him, but I could not figure out what exactly. I was about to ask, but he had already walked away.
“Did he seem off to you?” I asked Benedict.
“He did, but he might be tired. He is old after all.” Benedict said with a shrug.
“Probably.”
Benedict and I both exited the bookstore and out to the sidewalk.
“Thank you for buying my books.” I said
“It was my pleasure.”
“It was nice seeing you again. I am going to head back to my mama and sister.”
“Wait before you go. Are you going to the event Lord Trumble is having next week?”
“I believe so. I recall my mama mentioning it.”
“Good I’ll see you there!” He said with a smile.
I smiled back. “Good day Benedict.”
“Good day Y/n.”
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“Do not go far!” Aunt Athena shouted.
My two cousins, Nolan and Nikolai ran away to go play near the pond.
“Noah and Alexander.” My mama said, “Can you two go after them to make sure they do not get into trouble.”
“Sure mama.” Noah said and Noah and Alexander went after Nolan and Nikolai.
My family was currently at the local park. My mama, Adeline, Aunt Athena, my cousins, Natalia and Niya, and I are all sitting at two tables under a white tent. My oldest cousin Norah was promenading with her husband that she married last season. My father, Maxwell and his father are off having a serious conversation.
“Lord Findlay seems like a nice young man dearest. Both of you seemed to get along when he was over.” My mama said. “Do you wish to pursue him?”
“No mama. He is a fine gentleman, but I do not see him that way, because he suits a friend more to me.”
“What about Lord Harvey?” Aunt Athena interjected. “He is a noble gentleman and I have heard nothing, but good things about the young boy.”
“I do not feel a connection with Lord Harvey.”
I poured myself a cup of tea to give me something to do. I know my family had good intentions, but it felt like I was being interrogated by them.
“Well then if you are not interested in Lord Findlay or Lord Harvey then who are you interested in?” My cousin Natalia asked.
I looked over to where Maxwell was standing and continued to sip my tea. My mother must have caught on because she smiled and said,
“I think Y/n has an idea on who she is interested in.” My mom grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
My Aunt Athena and my two cousins all had knowing smiles when they realized who my mom was talking about.
“If Maxwell is the one then you must make haste my dear Y/n.” Aunt Athena said. “He is a wanted Lord from both the mama’s and their daughters of the ton. You better hurry before someone steals him before you. Ah Lord Maxwell.”
I whipped my head around and Maxwell was standing in front of us. I hope he did not hear our conversation. That would be so embarrassing!
“I was wondering if I can borrow Y/n for a moment.”
“You most certainly can.” My mama said.
I rose from my seat to Maxwell and he linked our arms together.
Maxwell had to leave for a business trip with his father tomorrow, so this will be the last time I will see him in a while. I heard my Aunt’s words in my head: “If Maxwell is the one then you must make haste my dear Y/n.”. Did I really have to make haste with Maxwell? Would he be interested in someone else?
“What is going on in that head of yours?” Maxwell asked.
“Nothing. I simply want this moment to last.”
“It will when I return. Listen I know I’m going to be away for a while, but I cannot help but think that you will wait for me as long as I am gone. I will return before the season is over I assure you. I want you to know that you are an extraordinary woman and I have loved every second of getting to know you……I know you and your parents have been waiting for me to ask this question, but I wanted to make sure before asking such a question and I am. I was wondering if you would allow me to court you?”
This is exactly what my family and I wanted for me. A nice gentleman who has become interested in me enough to want to court me. This was perfect, but why did I not feel satisfied. I was overjoyed and excited, but for some reason I did not feel whole. I think it is just nerves, so I decide to brush it off.
“I would love for you to court me.” I said.
We both smiled at one another and Maxwell brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
“Can we keep this a secret between us?” I asked. “I want to keep this a secret from the ton until you return. We can tell our families of course.”
“I can agree to those terms. It can be our secret.”
“Our secret” I said with a smile.
A part of me agreed that I wanted to keep our courtship a secret in order to be romantic. However, another part of me knew the truth, but I did not want to admit it. At least not now.
I looked around the park to distract myself. I took in the scenery when I noticed a familiar head of reddish auburn hair. She seemed to notice me as well because she stopped walking.
“I will be right back.” I told Maxwell.
“Alright. I have to continue my discussion with our fathers anyway.”
I nodded in understanding and he walked away. I walked back to my mama and asked,
“Can I promenade with her for a moment?”
I motioned to the girl waiting for me.
“Yes you can Y/n, but do not walk too far.”
I thanked my mama and walked my way over to Penelope. This would be the first time I will talk to her since she ran away from the ball a few days ago. The past few days I couldn’t help but worry about her. However, she did seem somewhat okay when I got a closer look at her. I couldn’t help, but notice the whispers and stares directed towards Penelope as I walked. This is what always makes me afraid of making a mistake. One misstep and the ton would see you as an outsider.
“Hello Pen.”
“Hello Y/nn.”
“How have you been?”
“Managing. This is the first time I have left my house since what happened. I am glad I ran into you.”
I went to hug her and she did the same at the same time. I missed Penelope and our friendship. I haven’t seen her in a few days.
“I am glad you are okay.” I said.
“What has been going on with you?” Penelope asked.
She linked her arm with mine and we began walking.
“I haven’t told anyone this yet and this had just happened, but Maxwell asked to court me.”
“Oh Y/nn that’s wonderful news! You don’t seem excited. Are you not excited?”
“No I am excited! It’s just that….I don’t know. I thought I would feel complete or whole. Think that this path is the right decision. But for some reason I have a feeling in my stomach that is telling me that this is wrong.”
“Maybe it is just nerves.”
“That is what I have been thinking, but I do not know.”
“It is probably just nerves, but if it is not your parents want you to marry for love. If you do not feel this way with Maxwell then they cannot make you marry him.”
“My dad did say that I did not have to marry him.”
“Exactly! So I would not worry about it too much. Some of us are not as lucky.”
I knew when Penelope was saying this she was referencing to her mother. I felt bad for everything she had to go through.
“I have something to tell you.” Penelope said.
“What is it?”
“Colin kissed me.”
I looked at Penelope in shock. Colin kissed her? Did that mean that he finally reciprocated feelings for her.
“What does this mean for the two of you?”
“Nothing. I asked him to kiss me because I wanted to be kissed at least once. I do not think I will ever find a husband and I wanted to know what it was like to be kissed. Colin was the only man I trust to do something like that and the only man who would be okay to do such a thing.”
“Do not say such things Pen. I am sure some gentleman out there will see you for the beauty that you are. Inside and out.”
“Thank you for those kind words Y/nn, but I have to be realistic. I just finished talking with Colin and we both agreed that our deal will no longer continue. Our plan backfired and it did more harm than good.”
I wanted to argue more and prove her wrong, but I didn’t want to upset Penelope, so I kept quiet.
“Was he a good kisser?” I asked.
“Y/nn!”
“What I have never been kissed and I want to know what it is like. Plus I am pretty sure you have been imagining that kiss since you were a child.”
“Well you are not wrong….Yes he was an amazing kisser. It was everything that I could have possibly imagined and better. However, I know he does not feel the same way as I, but at the same time I feel like I needed that kiss. It was a way for me to have closure and now I do.”
I nodded in understanding. I can understood Penelope’s point of view with the situation. She has been pining over Colin for years and I thought maybe he might feel the same way after the kiss. But I guess he still sees her the same way and only kissed her as a friend.
Penelope telling me about her kiss with Colin made me wonder what it will be like to be kissed. I assume I might receive my first kiss with Maxwell soon due to marriage being seen in the future. I wonder what it would be like to kiss Maxwell.
“You know Y/nn. I trust you and our friendship.”
“I would hope so.” I joked.
We both laughed.
“There is something that I have been wanting to tell you for a while and I believe that I can tell you soon. I won’t tell you now , but when it is just the two of us and when I am ready I’ll tell you.”
“Okay.”
What she said brought me back to what Eloise told me at the ball a few nights ago.
“Not everyone is the way they appear to be. Some carry secrets. I discovered that Penelope was one of them.”
Was it true that Penelope was keeping secrets? And if she was, was she going to tell me?
#bridgerton#bridgerton season 3#benedict x reader#colin x penelope#penelope featherington#benedict bridgerton#colin bridgerton#friends to lovers
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desperately trying not to have a panic attack about university hehehe
#literally the only thing i'm supposed to do is study#am i doing it? nope of course. i have less than a month left to take exams and i should take at least 2 but i haven't opened a book in more#than a month and the thought fills me with dread and i literally physically cannot do it#it's possible that going back to my uni flat would help (it would be a change in scenery for sure) but on wednesday it will be a year since#my father died and there's this fucking church thing and my mother won't force me to stay but i really should. shouldn't i?#after all it's already saturday and i've already wasted 40 days. what's half a week more?#i keep staring at the list of exams and i know that if i spent every waking second studying i could get back on track and graduate when i'm#supposed to graduate but 1. it's not healthy and 2. my brain refuses to study for ONE exam let alone 14 so it's unrealistic#and at this point i should just accept that i'm going to graduate one year late and one year after all my friends because last year i did#absolutely nothing. and last autumn started out great. i moved. i was organised. and then the first week of october my mother was at the#hospital and i had to go home for a week and somehow i let that week screw up my entire semester#and now i'm panicking because i have only 18 days before the exam i'm supposed to take and it doesn't feel enough for everything i have to#study but it's not going to get better if i just let all the days pass without doing anything but i can't i can't i can't#so yeah i should be kind to myself and accept i'll need one additional year for all the exams and take it slowly which is the only way to#actually get things done. but i don't want to. i don't want to tell my mother that i failed at the one thing i'm supposed to be doing#but i really really can't it's hard and i'm failing and my head is screaming that i don't deserve hobbies and yet i keep wasting my days#it's one am and i should either sleep or relax because it's not like i can do anything now and yet i feel like i need to fix my entire life#right this second or i'll explode. i'm so tired of my thoughts.#please ignore all this ^ because i know most of it is irrational or whatever and i DON'T WANT to hear rational things#if you've read until here and really want to say something just tell me that right now i'm allowed to relax#any other comment would make me feel worse#💖💖💖#**one month left to take exams this semester not forever hahaha but then i'd be supposed to take all the remaining exams in the summer#and i can't possibly take 14 exams between now and july which is why i'm panicking (there are other logistically confusing things in what i#said but i wanted to clear this one up at least lmao) (i'm already feeling vaguely better can't you see?)
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aughhhhhh our trip back home next week was supposed to be fun but it's gotten so complicated that both of us are fucking dreading the whole thing 🫠🫠🫠
#like i wouldnt dare travel back home rn without autumn but#and we have a wedding of a friend that is the reason we chose to go in the first place#with 3 days prior as well#but literally right after we booked it autumn found out she had to sort some family shit so#we're flying in. and autumn is driving home from there the same day (2hr drive).#then im alone and dealing with everything back home alone until she comes back#literally the night before the wedding. and then we have the wedding which is VERY COMPLICATED#bc the fucking couple decided they wanted to get married on a CARNIVAL CRUISE SHIP?????#so that all day. exhausting. and then leaving at like 4am the next morning. ENDING IT ALL.#the only thing getting me not to dread it was knowing autumn would be there. but fuck ): not anymore#ughhhhhhhhgg#chatter
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“Not Just Friends"
Namjoon x Reader
Summary: You and Joon have been toeing the line between friends and something more for weeks, and you finally decide to make the first move.
Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive, not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!
I can't tell if I like this one or not, I'm too tired lol, but hopefully you will!(Also, I can't, for the life of me, come up with titles🤷)
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“Okay, it’s the zombie apocalypse,” You started for the third time that afternoon, shifting to face
him where he sat next to you on the bench. “All we have to eat are mint chocolate protein bars.”
“That sounds absolutely disgusting.” He said, scrunching his face up at you.
“It’s all we have left!” You retorted. “Would you eat them or not?”
“Nope.” He responded immediately, sipping his coffee.
“Seriously?! You would rather starve?!” You asked in disbelief.
“I would leave them for you, so you could survive.” He said, shrugging.
“That’s sweet, but also very stupid.” You commented.
“Well, I guess that’s just me.” He said, smirking at you.
“Ugh,” You cringed, making him chuckle. “Why do I even bother with you?”
“Because I buy you coffee?”
“Mmm, not sure if that’s good enough.” You replied dryly, reaching over in an attempt to flick the
brim of his ballcap, but he leaned out of your reach, making you nearly wobble off balance
before shifting back to your original position.
It felt nice to hang out with him like this again, ending the day just sitting together in the park as
the first leaves of autumn skittered by on the breeze. Things had been slightly off between you
the past couple weeks, following a slightly drunken evening out together with some other friends
had resulted in you both sharing more than you maybe should have.
“So, I have a question.” He drawled, leaning slightly closer than was necessary for you to hear
him. “What would you do, hypothetically, if I told you somebody was into you?”
“It depends,” You replied, giggling slightly at his focused gaze. “Is it you?”
“Maybe.” He said, raising a brow as he stared at you, feeling yourself suddenly sober up a bit as
you realized he was being serious.
“Then I would say, hypothetically, that I like you too.” You answered, pulse picking up as you
noticed his eyes flicker down to your lips, leaning in a little more.
The sound of a glass being dropped somewhere else across the room had shook you both out
of your trance, reminding you that you weren't alone, scooting away quickly before anyone else
noticed what had happened, or almost happened…
Neither of you had directly spoken about your conversation from that night, but there had
definitely been a noticeable shift in your dynamic.
When you were out together, he would briefly catch hold of your hand as you wove through the
crowded streets to keep you close. You always claimed the seat beside him, which had earned
you a few curious glances from a couple of your other friends.
You weren’t exactly dating, but you definitely weren’t ‘just friends’ anymore. Due to the nature of
your limbo state, however, there was also a slight sense of uneasiness, not quite knowing where
the line lay between what was okay and what wasn’t anymore.
It had grown quiet as you’d gotten lost in your thoughts, contemplating whether or not to just bite
the bullet and ask the dreaded ‘What is this?/What are we?’ question, but before you could
decide, you felt a sudden droplet of water hit your hand, quickly followed by another on your
cheek as you glanced up at the darkening sky.
“Aw, shit.” You grumbled, fumbling to pull your jacket hood over your head as it began to rain
properly. “I thought it wasn’t supposed to start till later.”
“I told you.” He said, grinning as he sat back, not bothered in the least by the sudden weather
change.
“You know, you’re one of the only people I know that actually likes getting caught in the rain.”
You commented, watching him in amusement.
“Rain’s nice.” He said tilting his head back to let it fall on his face.
When he sat back up, something seemed to shift between you again as you made eye contact,
feeling that familiar tense flutter in your stomach as his gaze flickered down to your lips.
Seized by a sudden surge of confidence, you leaned forward again, not breaking eye contact as
you caught his shirt collar before pulling him down gently, connecting your lips.
For a split second, everything else seemed to fade out, the only thing you were aware of was
the feel of Namjoon’s lips moving softly against yours.
Too soon, you pulled back, no more than an inch, feeling you and Joons’ breaths slip out in
shaky exhales as his eyes slowly fluttered open to look at you.
“Do that again.” He whispered, hands coming up to hold your waist firmly, pulling you closer to
him. “Please.”
At his plea, you immediately leaned in again. This time, the kiss was much more intense, teeth clashing
and tongues moving against each other as your hands fumbled to find purchase on his
shoulders, only breaking apart when your lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen.
“Fuck,” Namjoon sighed, leaning his forehead against your shoulder as he tried to catcht his
breath. “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks.”
“Why didn’t you?” You asked.
“No idea.” He chuckled, pressing closer to you as a sudden breeze made you both shiver.
“It’s raining a lot.” You noted, taking in your dampening surroundings.
“Mhm.”
“We should probably head home.”
He groaned, pulling back reluctantly. “I don’t wanna let you go yet.” He said, pouting slightly.
“Who said you had to?” You asked.
He tilted his head at you questioningly.
“I said we should head home, I didn’t say it had to be alone.” You said, winding your hand into his.
“Oh, Okay.” He grinned.
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Pack 141 - Fae!Soap Headcanons
Tags: monster au, Fae!Soap, poly 141, sfw, fluff, general lore, Soap's mom? for a minute at least, fae lore I roughly researched.
-Soap's mother was a stubborn and superstitious woman. When her baby boy was born with a caul over his face, her heart seized with dread. She had been told stories, how it was lucky to have a child able to see beyond the veil. How the caul signified a great power, coveted by the people of the forest. Her only babe, marked as Fae.
-They would come for her child, steal him in the night and replace him with another. And it would be a cold day in hell before Jill Mactavish let anything touch her son.
-She slept with the bundle clutched tightly in her arms, refusing to sleep until she left the hospital. Left him wrapped snugly to her front as she hammered iron railroad spikes into the corners of her property; hung horseshoes above her doors, sprinkled fine lines of salt around every doorway and window of her home.
-She thought it had worked. At least for a while. But the Fae are persistent if nothing else. Jill began to notice strange flowers pop up around the foundation of her home, odd tapping rhythms heard in the night. Would she know? Would she know if the lamb in her arms was replaced with another?
-She was so exhausted, worn thin from paranoia. Yet Jill Mactavish was no quitter. Under the light of a pale full moon she marched to the edge of her property. Her blue eyed bundle cooing and gumming happily at his fingers as he wriggled against her chest. With a final look to the boy she faced the forest with a stern resolve, “You won't take him! But I'll share him! Leave us be or help me raise him right!”
-The winds rustled, branches creaking ominously. Leaves gathered and spun into a tornado of color in the chill autumn air. Jill would freeze in place as the leaves fell away, revealing an ethereally beautiful creature before her. All high cheekbones and sharp eyes surrounded by inky black sclera.
-Ordinarily the Fae would swap out changelings, snag the babe once it was the right size and replace it with one of their own. Considering the wee one was already Touched….perhaps a swap would be unnecessary. Human mother's were coveted. The milk of human kindness and all that, and the babe was truly beautiful, destined to be strong. The fae had looked Jill up and down with a calculating look. Yes. A deal could be struck. They would raise the baby together.
-And thus Soap spent his time in equal parts amongst the Fae and humans, learning to socialize with both, though he didn't completely fitting in with either. Soap was hell on wheels. Rambunctious and equally curious, constantly nosing or getting into things he ought not have. Not that he was ostracized by either group he was just..*odd.* Unable to find his footing or close friends.
-You could say that Soap has many siblings, though this term is used liberally. By human technicalities Soap is an only child (his mum's baby boy). His mother, through the nature of her bargain, was brought into the fold with young John. Helping to raise and nurse her own gaggle of fae children of differing bloods. Other children Soap would call family.
-Fae don't have strict family dynamics, it's certainly a community effort to rear little ones. Fae children can be produced in a myriad of ways, with no one way being seen above another, p in v? that works. Born from a flower? Sure why not. Throw some herbs and intent together until a wailing babe sounds from the cauldron? That works too.
-Soap naturally inquired about this, as any kid would. “Ma? Did I come from a flower?” “You came from my belly wee one” Soap had squinted at her, eyeing her belly incredulously, "but how?”
-It took several conversations to get the toddler to understand that the other children in his human primary school were not in fact his brothers and sisters.
-As humans are fascinated with the Fae, the Fae are equally as fascinated by humans. As John grew into a young man he would see the differences. The Fae courts had long fallen into a peaceful rhythm. The humans? Hardly. With a powerful knack for chaos, among other abilities. Soap threw himself into the army. Keen to help as many as he could, and perhaps even find his own way.
-Soap is a marked child. He is more resilient on average than most Fae, and shows no obvious limitations in what disciplines he can learn. However, as marked he does have particular dispositions toward the following.
-Tongues, the ability to speak any language at will. Sometimes without thinking about it. For Soap this isn't automatic, but after a few days of listening or studying he's fluent. (Albeit with the accent). This gives Soap a peculiar edge when working with varying communities, elements, and other critters/creatures.
-Glamour, a sophisticated illusion, these may allow for invisibility or changes to appearance for a brief time (upwards to an hour but possibly longer depending on the severity of the change). Living amongst the Fae made permanent changes to his body. The sclera of his eyes had shifted inky black. His teeth and nails razor sharp. There is an ethereal beauty to all Fae as well. Naturally Soap uses this ability to cover some of the obvious issues.
-Soap knows he's distracting. He's a proud thing, and rarely bothers shifting that. He's damn good at what he does and looks damn good doing it. Hshows off his muscles/skills/looks without shame.
-Shapeshifting, self explanatory, but only works proportionally give or take a few inches. He may take on the appearance of another person or creature, briefly. But once again, only appearance. Mimicking voices is another skill.
-Sight or Clairvoyance, this ability's range depends on the court or bloodline. In Soap's case, his visions will occasionally come to him in dreams, these being more sophisticated visions or events far in the future. These visions are generally more detailed. He is typically privy to smaller prophecies, glimpses of events happening minutes before him. These are typically vague, but have consistently been enough to save his and his teammates asses numerous times in the field. The Infamous Mactavish Intuition ;)
-Soap is one hell of an alchemist, and can make due with most natural items at his disposal. Poisons, potions, explosives, you name it, Soap can make it. He excelled remarkably in the maths and sciences in school, and it’s why he was also quickly assigned to demolitions so long ago.
-Soap has a very noticeable smell. One that isn't exclusively detected by other supernatural beings. Any human standing beside him would notice it. Lemon and shortbread, with a warm curl of rose. Clean, green and vaguely sweet. People wonder if his callsign was from this fact rather than his prowess on the field.
-Nudity has no taboo with the Fae. Raised as such, the man has literally no shame. Soap Mactavish has been naked since he was a child in the woods, and will continue to proudly do so. Does not understand why everyone else is so uptight about it. Will bust in on someone in the shower without a second thought. “Stop screamin’ it’s just me”
-Fae are very partial to music, and Soap is no exception. He is so easily captivated by the sound, swaying slightly, almost as if hypnotized. Soap isn’t as in tune with artists and genres as Gaz is, but he keeps a hoard of songs on his phone. Gaz is his main contributor, keeps him well fed with playlists he makes. Playing new records for Soap as they bop around the kitchen together, playfully dancing or headbanging together. Soap was once pretty proficient with piano and guitar at his mam’s encouragement. His singing however, nearly got him killed in basic.
-Many animals are the watchdogs of the Fae. Soap has been seen having conversations with himself, unknowing to onlookers that a little frog or squirrel was sitting beside him. Someone swears they saw a mouse crawl out of his tac vest once. He whistles with the birds, scoops up bugs and plops them back into the weeds. He unfortunately doesn’t know the language of the shower spider. He doesn't bother to learn, he thinks he prefers the silence in this instance.
-Soap can be attracted with a myriad of things just like any other fae. Music as mentioned above is one. He is also partial to pretty chimes and bells, running water, shiny and/or colorful displays, as well as anything sweet, candies or sweet creams/milks/liquors.
- Too much contact with iron on his bare skin will poison him. Fortunately most weaponry constructed now is made of more synthetic material. It can be noticed that Soap is very particular about his gloves, and is rarely seen without them on. Iron on properties or above doors won’t exactly stop him, but it is incredibly uncomfortable and will lead to sickness if he is trapped within such a ward for too long.
-Fae, like crows, are enamored with jewels and other shiny objects, less of a weakness really and more of a distraction. Soap, prior to his enlistment had several piercings, such as his ears, and brow…among other things. He was very fond of the adornments, and easily captivated by the shiny displays on others. (This also extends to his intense love of blowing shit up and watching the sparks fly, big ole hearts in his eyes as the colors dance) In the event the team goes out for something special Soap will throw on a few pieces for fun~
-Soap can not lie, at least not directly, however Soap is a very sharp lad, and has learned to cleverly navigate around this by either not telling the whole truth, letting others assume, or simply not correcting misconceptions. He is a Fae afterall, being clever is his specialty.
-Customs of love and marriage vary among the Fae. Many Fae interpret strong love as variations of servitude, especially towards human mates. Soap has gotten himself tangled between both of these versions of love. For Soap love is servitude. Not something to be expected of his lovers, but from him. Soap gives himself to his lovers willingly, He wants to be good, give them anything they want and let them take what they need. Love is worship, and Soap is a very devoted man.
-Soap and Gaz had bro’d up as soon as they spotted each other. Having seen through each other's glamours, they became fast friends. Two oddballs fighting side by side. Which would turn into playful banter, and kips on the helo leaning against one another. Then to wandering hands and desperate kisses, having found comfort and fondness in each other after years of hiding themselves among humans. Soap and Gaz are the most cuddly. Johnny likes to lay sprawled in his Sphinx’s nest, his arms curled around his middle, face buried against Gaz's stomach. Both of them absolutely hate to sleep alone.
- Soap had a knack for getting into trouble. Disregarding orders to do what needed to be done. Had nearly been kicked out had his skills not saved his skin (and countless others). It was Price who sniffed him out, offered to take the man on loan for a bit. Soap's former CO was happy to be rid of him and hopeful that the notoriously stern Captain would knock some sense into him. Price, however had no such plans, he cut Soap loose, full authority, and watched the man bloom. Price did not anger at Soap’s decisions, didn’t flinch at his savagery in the field. In fact, Price had looked upon him with fondness (and a fair amount of exasperation). He kept Soap warm with lovely praises and a regular morning coffee, plus a heavy splash of sweet cream, for good measure.
-Simon had been more difficult, adamant on giving the Fae a hard time. Having seemingly been put off by Soap ever since he bounded off the truck and fist-bumped his arm on the tarmac. But Soap was determined, chatting and teasing, unphased by the lieutenants' icey behavior. They fell together in no time. Soap nestled to his chest, lips brushing over Simon's slow beating heart. Soap would never admit it. Never admit that he knew it would be like this all along. That Soap had seen him in his dreams.
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Michael Gavey X (Preacher's Daughter Reader)
Warnings Below
Word Count: 2,886
Banners by @arcielee
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Warnings:: Corruption Kink, Oral sex (M receiving), Fingering, dubcon, coercion, religious guilt
A/N: This was really fun to write because I'm a math gal myself 🤣
Based on THIS request.
Michael is walking on clouds today. As far as he is concerned, today is a great fucking day.
He has been working as a tutor all semester trying to plump up his resume so he can go for that TA position he knows is going to open up next autumn.
Thus far, every student he has worked with is an airhead. The worst was Farleigh, who didn't actually want to learn anything and would just wait until Michael spoon fed him the answers and take off as soon as the assignment was finished.
But today, today Michael was told he was going to tutor you. The cutest little thing he has ever laid eyes on. With your mid-thigh length plaid skirts, high socks, and little cardigans, it was like you walked out straight out of his dreams and into Oxford.
You were a pastors daughter. Prim and proper, always walking around with that little silver cross hanging from your neck. Michael had spotted you as soon as school had started, and it only took about a month before the dreaded Felix Catton had set his sights on you. As if it wasn't bad enough that Michael's only friend Oliver had already been wrapped up in Felix's little web now, Michael had to watch that web get spun around you.
Which is why it came as such a big surprise when you turned him down. Felix had been trying for weeks to hook up with you. Following you around like a puppy, it made Michael sick. Couldn't Felix see how special you are? How could he treat you as just another name in his little black book?
Michael's vindication came in the form of a very public rejection where you called out Felix for "only wanting one thing" in the courtyard for multiple students and staff to see.
The public embarrassment this afforded Felix only made Michael more enamored with you. He found himself constantly daydreaming of you. He imagined you sitting on his lap as he kissed you. Your pure innocent lips on his never having been soiled by another man's touch. He imagines pushing up that little plaid skirt and sinking his fingers deep into that cunt, sweet. Innocent, and just for him.
Michael was feeling a bit nervous as he sat and waited for you in the library. He knew his personality left a lot to be desired. If there was anyone in this wretched place, he didn't want to scare off with his brashness it was you.
"Just be normal. Just be normal, " he whispers to himself as he continues to wait, fingers tapping on the thick wooden table.
"She was supposed to be here by now," he wonders aloud. She didn't show up because it's me probably. She's heard all the horror stories of me being annoying or weird. I've already ruined it before I had a chance to meet her. Well, if she's going to be like that, then I wouldn't want her anyway. She's just like all these other posh Neanderthals. Judging someone before they've even properly gotten to know them.
Michael's brain continues to rattle off thought after thought bouncing between sadness, rejection, and anger, as he glares toward the entry to the library picking at the table with his fingernail.
Then you walk in, books clung tightly to your chest, a pink and gray pleated skirt, white knee high socks and those cute black shoes with the straps, a pink cardigan and shining in the light the dainty silver cross you're never seen without.
He sits up straighter, clearing his throat, as he subtly shifts his books, notebooks, and pens on the table.
"Michael?" Your voice sounds so sweet to Michael that he has to force himself not to salivate.
"Yes. That's me, I take it you're my new pupil?" Keep calm, Gavey. Don't act like a creep. He repeats these two rules to himself while sporting a look of indifference on his face.
You reach your hand out to him and tell him your name. He takes your hand and shakes it. So small, soft, and delicate. Perfect hands. Just the right size to be engulfed by Michael's rather sizable hands, he thinks to himself.
"Hello?" You look at him questioningly as he stares at you while absent-mindedly continuing to shake your hand for far longer than was necessary.
What you didn't know was in Michael's head he was all over you, he had you bent over this wooden table, skirt pushed up to reveal your rounded bum, him sliding himself in and out of your body while you begged him for more.
He shakes himself out of his thoughts, and his cheeks burn crimson when he realizes he is still shaking your hand. "Right.. umm" he shifts uncomfortably in his seat and pulls on the collar of his shirt. The heat on his face has traveled to his chest.
As you sit, he can't help but watch you. You're so gentle from the way you sit to the way you place your books on the table.
"So what specifically are you struggling with?" He already knows she is failing the class in its entirety, but he can't seem to find another way to initiate conversation.
You whimper, and Michael just about dies
"Everything. Every single thing." You put your hands over your face clearly stressed.
"Oh. Well, we will start from the beginning then." Michael starts with what he thinks will be the easiest, basic statistics.
Even with this, you struggle greatly, the hours spent in the library do prove beneficial but only slightly and the novelty of being with you has started to wear off for Michael due to the sheer shock of how bad you are at this.
Michael rubs his temples, his head just barely hovering over the wood of the library table. "Did they not touch on any of this in secondary school?"
"They did, I wasn't any good there either, but I was able to make it up in other ways"
Michael lifts his head and looks at you quizzically. "Other ways?"
"Extra credit, community service, church duty." You explained this as if it was perfectly normal to pass maths because you picked up an extra shift helping at the church.
Michael blinks as he blankly stares back at you. "Right.......of course...... obviously......"
He looks around the library and sees it's mostly cleared out. "Well they'll be kicking us out of here any minute now" He sighs as he closes the books on the table packing up to leave, relieved that this elongated torture session has come to a close.
You stand up nervously. "No!" You didn't mean to shriek, but you did, voice reverberating around the nearly empty library.
"The quiz is in two days! I..... I can't fail! My father! He will....... oh no, please! Keep going. I'll do anything!"
Michael immediately stops moving and fights the small smirk, clawing its way across his features. Anything. I'll do anything. The words float through his mind like a beautiful song he has been waiting to hear.
Anything.
"Well, you could come back to my dorm, and we could continue......." He starts as he looks around sheepishly.
"Yes! Oh my goodness, yes! Thank you, Michael!" You excitedly collect the rest of your things from the table.
"But," Michael interjects. "We will have to....... make the process more interesting because i was nearly falling asleep a moment ago"
"Sure! whatever you suggest." You beam a smile at him, and he smirks. Oh, he has a suggestion that will keep both of them awake.
Michael opens the door to his dorm, holding his arm out and gesturing for you to go first.
You enter the room and look around. It's extremely neat. No personal effects save for a photo of Michael and his parents.
Michael walks in behind you, closing the door and setting his books down on the small table in the corner.
"Sit." He motions toward the chair across from him.
You place your books down on the table and slowly lower yourself into the chair.
" So I have an idea...... that might give you the proper.... motivation" his eyes travel up and down your form, and he slightly bites on his bottom lip before he continues. "I'm going to show you an example problem. Then I'm going to give you the same type of problem to solve. If you get it right, i remove an article of clothing. If you get it wrong, you do"
"Oh! umm Michael.... I'm not sure. " You nervously wring your hands in your lap. You are terrible at maths you would surely end up naked in no time.
"You said anything, and this will keep me awake. We could always just call it for the night......" He trails off looking to the side.
"Wait! no! ok"
Michael smirks. "Ok, then let's get started.
As expected, you get most answers wrong first, taking off your shoes, socks, and earrings. When you finally get one right, Michael chuckles and takes off his belt.
"Good, good. See? What did I tell you? proper motivation." He scoots his chair forward, a bit closing the space between you.
A few more problems later you are sitting there in nothing but a bra and panties Michael in his shirt and boxers.
As you try to focus on the current problem, you can't help but be distracted by the rather sizable bulge in his boxers.
"T-there," your voice faulters as you slide the paper back towards Michael for his review. He looks it over quickly.
"Sorry darling, that's not quite it." He leans forward, explaining where you went wrong with the formula.
"Oh." You feel the heat pool in your cheeks as you unlatch your bra. Trying to cover your breasts as you remove it.
Michael's eyes light up as he takes in your almost nude form. The bulge in his boxers becomes even more apparent as he races to write you up a new problem.
"What happens when I run out of clothes?" You know, at this point, it is an inevitability that you will end up completely nude, but you are learning and starting to get problems correct. If you can learn just enough to pass the quiz, you could possibly save your grade in this class.
"We will figure something out between the two of us, I'm sure." He brings his hand down to your knee, gently rubbing circles there with his thumb.
You focus completely on the next math problem, trying desperately to hold off the inevitable removal of your panties.
"Bravo!" Michael cheers as you slide a math problem done correctly over to him. "Guess you survive this round" He stands up from the chair and pulls his boxers off, exposing his fully erect cock.
You mean to look away. You should look away, right? That would be the polite thing to do but you can't. He is long and girthy and painfully hard.
He gently rubs at himself, watching you watch him. "Hmmm, next problem," he slides the paper over to you.
"Right, of course." You take the paper and try to focus on the problem as your eyes consistently slide back towards him as he strokes himself slowly.
"I don't mind if you look" He rubs his thumb over the slit and the tip of his cock spreading the precum around the head.
Your entire face flushes with heat. "I wasn't, ummm." You look back at the problem trying to work it out. You feel like you are writing hieroglyphics, as if you have never seen these symbols before.
"Well, that's incorrect, sorry." Michael grins happily as he waits for you to remove your final article of clothing.
"I can't. I can't expose that. " You nervously rub your palms against your thighs.
"How about we just do this?" Michael leans forward and slides your panties to the side.
Your eyes go wide, and you make a loud gulping sound.
"That's not so bad, is it?" Michael runs a finger up your slit feeling the obvious wetness there. "From what I gather, you seem to be enjoying this"
He collects some of your slick and brings it up to your pearl, drawing slow circles around the nerve.
"Oh!" You instantly close your eyes. You have touched yourself before. Something you would always pray for forgiveness for right after, but this felt different. Micheal's large finger and course fingertip make the sensation more intense, and your body instantly reacts, wanting more.
"Ahh." You breathe out as Michael applies more pressure to your bud, increasing the speed at which he applies that pressure.
Michael leans forward, completely kissing up the side of your neck. "It's ok. I won't tell anyone."
"I .... I have to remain chaste. " You moan as he slides a finger into you while holding the pressure down on your bud.
"There are things we can do without....... breaking the seal..... just relax, " He whispers into your ear as he continues sliding his finger against your walls.
You feel the pleasure building up in your lower stomach and instinctually spread your legs wider.
"That's it, good girl, I'm going to make you feel really good, ok?"
Your head rolls back as the pressure continues to build, the guilt in your mind losing to the pleasure coursing through your nerves.
Micheal moves his thumb quickly against your clit and pushes against the spongey spot inside your walls and sends you into a tailspin.
"Oh, Michael! Michael!" You gasp as the pressure in your stomach pulls taught, threatening to snap at any moment.
"I got you, let go for me, beautiful." As he whispers these words into your ear, the band snaps.
"Ahhhh, Mich-" You can't get the words out as your jaw goes slack and your entire body vibrates.
Michael continues his movements while you ride out your high, only pulling his hand away once you whimper at the overstimulation.
Michael takes your juices and rubs them on his cock as he slowly strokes himself. "That was glorious, you look so pretty when you cum"
You watch him touch himself with curiosity. "I can teach you more than maths." he says suddenly as he increases the pace of his movements.
"Come here." He motions you toward him, and like a puppet on a string, you go to him. You have already gone this far. What is stopping you now?
"Get on your knees." You quickly comply, dropping to your knees before him.
"Good, think you are going to learn this much quicker" He brings the weeping head of his cock to your lips.
You flick your tongue out and lick the tip you had heard of oral sex before. Kind of had a decent idea of what it entailed.
Michael groans. "Open up and flip your lips over your teeth."
You follow his instructions and he slides his cock into your mouth pushing past your lips. "Good, good, breath through your nose."
He grips the hair at the top of your head slowly dragging you forward pushing more of his cock into your mouth.
"Use your tongue beautiful" He sighs with pleasure as you slide your tongue along the underside of his cock.
"So fucking good." The grip on your hair tightens as he pushes further hitting the back of your throat, earning him a gag.
"What a pretty sound," He coos as he starts to move his hips while holding your head in place.
"Just like that." His breathing gets heavier as his speed increases. "Fuck, yes. Look at me" He grunts as he starts to batter the back of your throat with his cockhead.
You look up at him with tears streaking down your face and drool slipping from your chin.
"Almost there." He wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb. "So pretty when you cry"
Michael grips your hair tight, pushing himself fast and hard into your throat.
"You're gonna swallow what I give you" You do your best to attempt to nod while he fucks your face, pushing himself as far as he will go, the hairs at his base coming in contact with your nose and chin.
"That's it right there...... FUCK!" Michael spurts directly into your throat. You hardly have to swallow at all.
He pulls himself out of your mouth and smiles down at you, wiping the drool off of your chin.
"Think we can call it a night, yeah?" He pulls his boxers up and collapses back in the chair a look of lazy satisfaction on his face.
"Yeah, that might be best." You wipe the tears from your face and gather your clothes.
"There are still two more days before the quiz. Come back tomorrow, and we can continue." Michael gets out of the chair and wraps his arms around you from behind, gently kissing your neck.
"I love teaching you. Tell me you'll come back tomorrow."
You blush at his words, "Yes, I'll be back tomorrow"
Micheal sees you out and watches as you walk down the hallway and disappear out of sight before going back into his room and flopping onto his bed with a contented sigh before he chuckles to himself.
"I got what Felix couldn't"
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Whether you like it or not
Type: One shot
Pairing: Eris x fem reader
Based off of this request
I slowly step down the stairs, careful not to trip over my self, I’m dressed in a dark gown, the gold details shimmering in the fae lights, my hair is laying down my back I’m soft curls, my water line shaded with kohl and a slight tint added to my lips. “Ah there she is.” Rhysand smiles, his arm wrapped around Feyre.
“Well can you blame me? This dress was,” I pause to think of the words, “confusing to put on.”
“Oh but you look hot as fuck girl.” I smirk as my eyes find Morrigans, dressed in a fabulous red dress as always, gold details around the edges and a slit straight up the side, a plunging v-line showing off her full breasts and heavy gold jewelry accenting it perfectly.
“As always.” We chuckle for a moment before sighs escape us in unison and we pair up to winnow to the court of nightmares. It was a dreaded but necessary meeting with Eris and Keir. One I hoped would be quick or I may stab myself before the night ends.
I had never had a problem with Eris really. I had been there the day of the incident with Mor and knew the truth, something that still bothered me to this day was her lies but I never said anything. I couldn’t.
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I file in with the rest of my family stood in between Cassian and Azriel, my heels clacking and my dress swaying. My shoulders were pulled back, my head held high and a near sneer lay on my face as I gazed forward, never to the crowd.
As I take my place at the foot of the dais, Rhysand takes his seat, Feyre on his lap as she commands us to bow. I drop to my knee in respect, only rising when she tells us too. It is then that I catch sight of the fiery red hair in the crowd, unmistakably the prince of Autumn. We make eye contact, his lips pulling into one of his signature smirks before he disappears into the crowd.
The night continues on, nothing of interest happening as I await the time after this “party” for our meeting so we may get it done and over with. As a new song begins, I’m pulled out of my thoughts by a voice I know all too well, deep and gravely. “May I have this dance, princess.” A smirk of my own graces my features as my hand is placed in his.
“I suppose you may.” My eyes track his body as I’m pulled into the swirling crowd. I can feel the heirs fiery warmth against me as we sway and spin to the music. “So why the sudden urge to dance with my prince.”
“Oh don’t pretend- you know I take pleasure in our escapades every time we have to attend one of these blasted meetings.” That was true, me and Eris often sought each other out when we had to attend the same events, much to my family’s dismay. I had gotten into several arguments with Cass, Rhys, Az, and Mor over the years but I couldn’t explain this pull I felt towards the Fox.
‘Fox.’ I had called Eris that since shortly after we first met, his predatory gaze and orange hair reminding me of the animal, along with other things. I just couldn’t explain the reason but this male was just a fox.
“That’s fair. So what have you been up to Fox.”
A long sigh leaves him as he pulls me in for a dip, “oh my gods it’s been horrid, as I get closer to over taking the throne, more and more must be done, I’ve had back to back meetings all week.”
I shudder at the idea of all that- it sounded like torture, “that sounds Horrid.”
“Oh it is, believe me princess.”
Eris pulls me in one more time as the beat starts to simmer out, signifying the end of the song. We’re close enough for our breaths to mix, my eyes meeting his.
Oh
My
Gods
This could not
Be happening
There’s now way. It’s not possible.
But sure enough as I gasp, falling further into Eris’ touch, I feel the snap of the golden string, and judging by his flinch, he does too. It feels like the world stops, everything blurring around as all I see is him.
He’s all I feel
All I breath
He’s everything
We simply stare into each others eyes for what feels like an eternity, our breaths matching, chests heaving in heavy pants. “You’re my mate.” It’s the softest I’ve ever heard the male speak as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
“I’m your mate.”
A small smile breaks across his face, it’s sincere, filled with emotion. Not like his usual smirk. His eyes are wet as his brows pull up.
“Everyone out.” I’m broken from my stupor by the low growl of my high lord…shit. I move to leave with Eris wrapped around my arm. “You two. Stay.” He looks pointedly at the two of us. I felt like a child about to be scolded. I’d never seen Rhysand so angry. Mor looked on in disbelief, Azriel looked down right mortified, Cassian looked nearly as angry as Rhysand, his hands clenching at his sides as he stared at the heir of Autumn. Feyre looked shocked, scared but she couldn’t fully grasp the situation in front of her. Amren of course hid her smirk behind a goblet.
Me and my mate. My. My mate. My mate. Eris is my mate. Holy fucking mother above. Me and my mate make our way to the front of the dais, facing Rhysand. Eris’ eyes are hardened as he stares at the big lord, his hand wrapped tightly around my waist.
“Reject it.” His tone is flat as he speaks, it terrifies me seeing him this angry, this calm and raging at me.
“No.” It comes out a growl as I address my high lord. I don’t know what came over me but I refused to let him disrespect me and my mate like this. Refused to let him go.
“No?”
“Yes. She said no. She will not reject the bond and neither will I.”
Darkness and night swirl around the room as Rhys ad starts to lose his cool. “Yn please.” It’s a plea from Morrigan, I turn to face the blond who stands in the corner. “You know what he did to me.”
“Oh cut the bull shit Morrigan! You forget I was there! I saw with my own eyes, I’m tired of going along with your half truth! Stop this nonsense!”
Cassian shakes as he looks to me, Azriel looks saddened and Rhysna and Feyre simply stare in shock at my outburst. But I’m not done. Not yet.
“I’m sick and tired of MY MATE being pictured as this evil tyrant of a male! Rhysand, you know most view you that way? It’s a mask- have you ever stopped to think maybe Eris must put one on too. It’s survival! And I’m so sick and tired of Mor claiming pitty over something that is a half truth. Eris saved her. She knows it, he knows it, I. Know it. Now, if you have any issues with my mate then kindly fuck off! I won’t be rejecting this, I won’t be leaving him. He is my mate. Mine. You should be happy I found someone! Rhysand you remember that feeling with Feyre? It’s my turn to have that! My turn to feel that love.”
“But Yn-“
“I think that’s enough Rhysand. Yn has made her feelings very clear. Neither of us will be leaving this. We will both be pursuing this bond whether you agree with it or not.” I look to Eris as he holds me, a smile coming back to his face as we winnow away.
What. The. Fuck have I done?
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Thank you so much anon for the request! I hope this lives up to your expectations!
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Remember Me? (Part 12)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.
But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.
Except for a very adorable reminder of him.
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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.
A/n: heh
thats all i got to say lol
enjoy!
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Y/n rose her eyebrows at Eris, waiting for him to begin speaking.
Sometime ago, a servant working in the Autumn Court's palace had informed Y/n that Eris was looking for her, and Y/n had rushed to meet him. Now she stood facing him, just like that night a month ago, the gentle evening breeze curling in the air, making the leaves outside the large window rustle softly.
It also didn't go unnoticed by Y/n that this was the same window that she and Eris had stood in front of that night Feyre had arrived in autumn court.
"You know how each year we have a high lord's meeting since the war with Hybern?"
Y/n nodded. It had become common knowledge that to prevent any more disputes between the courts, the High lords had decided to meet every year.
"This year Autumn is supposed to host the meeting, and the meeting is in a week's time."
Y/n blinked. "And?"
He rose a brow. "All the court's officials will be present."
Dread spread through Y/n when she realised. "Is Rhys going to be there too?"
His eyes flared with something like rage before his expression smoothed out. "No, because I have barred him from the court, but some of the members of his inner circle will be present."
Y/n heaved a sigh of relief. "And why are you telling me this?"
"So you can warn Feyre of it. The members are going to question if they find Nyx running around the corridors. Tamlin is also going to be present, and I don't know if you know of their history, but it was a messy situation she left him in."
Y/n nodded. "I'll let her know. Anything else?"
He nodded slowly, his eyes travelling leisurely to her feet and back to her eyes, making her heart start racing when he stepped forward
Only when she could feel his breath on her face did he stop advancing and speak, and Y/n ignored the urge to take a step back.
"One thing. Keep that bastard's name out of your mouth."
Y/n suppressed a shiver, instead lifting her chin and meeting his gaze head on.
"And what if I don't?"
"He will find himself incinerated." He murmured, the embers of a fire beginning to form in his eyes.
"Who do you think you are to tell me whose name to keep out of my mouth?" Y/n had no problem in not speaking her former lover's name, but an opportunity to get Eris riled up was too good to pass up.
There was an inferno raging in his eyes as he pushed the words out with gritted teeth.
"No one."
Though Y/n was disappointed, she wondered why she even expected a different answer.
"I will speak whomever's name I wish, then."
He looked away, his jaw clenched.
A muscle began feathering in his jaw, and Y/n blamed what she did next all on her distracted mind, but she reached up, gently running her fingers on that muscle in his jaw.
He stiffened instantly, and despite wanting to pull back her hand, her mind wouldn't let her.
He turned his head to her again, a different type of fire in his eyes now.
His eyes dropped to her lips, and Y/n held still as he leaned closer.
The air between them changed, becoming charged. Y/n waited with baited breath, not daring to take in necessary air in fear it would prompt him to turn away.
His hot breath washed over her face, and her eyes fluttered closed. Anticipation coursing through her very veins alongside her blood, she waited for that first caress of his lips.
Only it never came.
What did come, though, was the sound of screaming children, and Y/n and Eris barely had any time to jump apart before the kids came into view.
Y/n sighed, caressing the wall, pretending that she hadn't been about to kiss the high lord.
When the pattering feet came closer, she turned, flashing the little kids a dazzling smile as they came to a stop next to her feet.
"Auntie Y/n! Do you want to play with us?" Nyx asked, his eyes glittering.
There was obviously nothing else Y/n had to do, she agreed. Especially with what almost happened occupying her mind, she was sure she would not be able to focus on anything.
"Come, we have a few hours before dinner time, so we can play."
The children grabbed her hands, beginning to drag her away.
Y/n felt eyes on her all the way until she turned a corner and disappeared from his view, which did nothing to cool the warmth on her skin.
Feyre spoke up when she caught up to the Fin and Nyx, who were debating on what to play while Y/n watched.
"How about we play hide and seek?"
Y/n knew Feyre had questions, and so she didn't argue when she decided that Y/n and She would seek the kids.
"Y/n?" Feyre said as soon as the kids were out of earshot.
"Yes?"
"We need to talk."
Y/n sighed, nodding.
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The Judo Flip Scene; The Scene that Divided the Percy Jackson Fandom: What Went Wrong?
Annabeth grabbed his wrist and flipped him over her shoulder. He slammed into the stone pavement. Romans cried out. Some surged forward, but Reyna shouted, “Hold! Stand down!”
Annabeth put her knee on Percy’s chest. She pushed her forearm against his throat. She didn’t care what the Romans thought. A white-hot lump of anger expanded in her chest—a tumor of worry and bitterness that she’d been carrying around since last autumn.
“If you ever leave me again,” she said, her eyes stinging, “I swear to all the gods—”
Percy had the nerve to laugh. Suddenly the lump of heated emotions melted inside Annabeth.
“Consider me warned,” Percy said. “I missed you, too.
-Mark of Athena
This scene is one of the, if not most, controversial scenes in the entirety of Rick Riordan's books. It has caused many fans to go deep into the morality of the scene--into the question of boundaries, whether it is just a good boundaries into Percy and Annabeth's relationships or just abusive behaviour. In this post, I will talk about my opinion on, 'What went wrong?'
First, let us dissect this scene, shall we? We have Annabeth, who has lost her only proof of permanence for six months. The guy she was dreading would die for five years before she thought they had their happy ending was suddenly snatched in a time where she thought life couldn't get any better. During this time;
she saw jason falling in love with piper and was stressed that percy would be doing the same without her
she was stressed percy would never even remember her.
she canonically spent hundreds and thousands of drachmas (and probably time too) on iris messaging every monster and god she could just so that she could find him
she spent a WHOLE lot of energy on this.
she was probably advised by people in camp to find another guy, probably got these comments regularly
she was also troubled by athena's roman form to find athena parthenos statue and ditch finding percy, which must have been hard to handle
she was in charge of helping build a WHOLE WAR SHIP
she was also in charge of rebuilding the home of the gods
And you know what? It makes sense that she would have all of these emotions buried inside her. It makes sense that she would be angry, stressed, and depressed and that she would bury all of this inside. "During their separation, something had happened to Annabeth’s feelings. They’d grown painfully intense—like she’d been forced to withdraw from a life-saving medication. Now she wasn’t sure which was more excruciating—living with that horrible absence, or being with him again" Yep, homegirl was going through some stuff.
Though we don't know what his thoughts were on his point of view, from the fact that he laughs and never brings it up later, we can conclude that Rick wanted us to know that he didn't care, and that these interactions are common between both of them, though one could argue that isn't really reliable.
So; Annabeth having an outburst of emotions is a completely normal reaction, judging the amount of things she has gone through, even though it isn't the right way to express her feelings. But, why is the judo flip scene actually bad? Why did it give even percabeth shippers the ick?
The Way Rick Wrote It: Rick treated the scene as if it was funny, Annabeth was such a girly girlboss who did it to keep Percy in his place. "I only judoflip my boyfriend". And people were mad. Mad that girls are portrayed to be girlbosses by making them violent. Mad that this violence was against a guy who was implied to be abused in his childhood.
My Argument: This scene was written in a time where media with violent comedy was popular among kids (tom and jerry, oggy and the cockroaches, i see you), and that it aged badly. Another important thing: a lot of the fandom also thought of it as percabeth's most romantic moments, and hyped it up so much, which contributes towards the whole ick of the scene.
My Argument: One thing to take into account was that the romans were really on guard when the greeks arrived. they were scared it was going to be an ambush. so when annabeth judoflips percy, their nerves took over. i fully believe the humor of 'i only judoflip my bf' was just their way of diffusing a potentially dangerous situation of misunderstanding.
But in the end I do agree, the way this was written was a major disservice to the feelings that Annabeth was experiencing that time. Rick failed to portray that scene as an exhausted traumatised teenager having an unhealthy outburst of emotions, which is what it really was. Instead, he tried to make it a funny type of scene, and the fandom carried it forward by hyping the scene up as if it was one of percabeth's most romantic moments, and even though the intentions were good, he failed to convey the meaning behind what they said properly.
So now that we've answered the question this post was made for, I'd like to end this post with a positive note. I'd like to point out that in cotg, there is no moment that annabeth physically hurted (hurted is too much of an overstatement) percy if you think about it, which shows that she has improved. If you want proof, I searched any time where Annabeth teased percy physically when he said something 'stupid' and what I found was 'nudged me with her toe' and 'lightly pinched me'. So, even though Rick messed up in writing that one scene more than ten years ago, it's safe to say he has improved.
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Flufftober Day 8 | Dancing in the rain
Pairing | Best friend!Loki Laufeyson x Best friend!!Avenger!Female!Reader
Word count | ~ 850 words
Summary | Both you and Loki decide to make the best of a rainy day. He starts the day off with breakfast in bed, and you decide to bake him a pumpkin pie in the afternoon. When you suddenly get the idea to dance in the rain with him, something shifts between you, and you can't keep your hands off one another.
Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Best friends to lovers, mutual pining, breakfast in bed, dancing in the rain, implied shower sex.
Prompt(s) | 8. Rainy day
Request | Anon: Can I request a lazy rainy day with loki and female reader? 😍😍
A/n | This one shot is written for day 8 of Flufftober 2023. Thank you for this sweet request, Nonnie! I dream of spending a day like this with Loki, so I'm happy to have worked on this. I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it 🖤
Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡
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It is genuinely an autumnal day outside, with the rain falling heavy on the windows, the wind blowing trees in every direction, and it is cold out. Luckily for you, you're working in the kitchen to make a treat Loki has never had before: pumpkin pie.
The morning started nicely, even though you were rudely woken up by knocking on your door. Loki decided to bring you breakfast in bed, and you weren't fazed that he was wearing sweatpants and a tight shirt, which is the complete opposite of his usual Asgardian leather clothing.
''Mornin' Darling,'' he says with a small kiss on your temple, a little routine the two of you have built over the years you've known each other. What started as short, small pecks turned into lingering kisses and hugs, and sometimes, you two even slept in the same bed.
There's nothing wrong with that in and of itself if it weren't for the fact that you both have feelings for one another.
''I think I know what I want to do this afternoon,'' you suddenly said after Loki popped a strawberry into his mouth.
''And what would that be, Darling?'' Loki looks up at you expectingly.
''I'm going to bake you a pumpkin pie since I think it's a real shame you've never tasted one. It is one of the most amazing desserts on this planet, and since the weather is dreadful, it's the perfect opportunity to bake something!'' you said, and Loki was almost as enthusiastic as you were.
Keyword being almost, because your baking skills haven't always proved to be the best.
''Alright, if that's what you want to do, I'd be more than happy to try some of your pumpkin pie,'' he says before feeding you a strawberry, too, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
And that's how you found yourself in the kitchen, preparing the filling for your pumpkin pie. Loki silently observes you as you dance to the music you put on, and with each movement, he can feel himself falling more and more in love with you.
By the time the pie is ready to go into the oven, Loki has set up the living room to watch a movie together, a blanket, snacks, and your favorite Halloween movie ready to go.
''C'mon, we can probably watch about half the movie if we start now,'' he says, but when you look out the window, you suddenly get a better idea.
You stretch out your hand, and when he puts his in yours, you feel a warmth flowing through your body you can only describe as nothing but love.
''Trust me, it will be worth it,'' you tell Loki, who believes you, following you outside in the pouring rain.
''There's one thing I've always dreamt of doing: dancing in the rain!'' you scream at Loki so he can hear you through the pouring rain, and without a second thought, you dance like your life depends on it, not a single care in your mind right now.
All you know is you, Loki, and the rain, and he quickly follows suit as he busts out some odd dance moves he probably learned in Asgard, making you laugh uncontrollably.
''Loki, can I confess something?'' you say as you stop to dance. ''Because there's one more thing I've always dreamt of doing,'' you say, finally having found the courage to bring it up.
''Always, Darling,'' he says.
You walk over to him, and in the pouring rain, you wrap your arms around his neck, your lips crashing onto his in a kiss that takes your breath away in the best way possible.
His hands pull you closer by your waist until there's not a single inch left between you two, and it feels like you're in a romantic comedy, the moment feeling perfect.
When Loki pulls away, you chase his lips, and he gives one more small peck before telling you all about the feelings he's had for a long time now.
''I have to tell you how much I love you, how much I am in love with you. Every single time I see you, my heart skips a beat or two, and when we talk, I never get bored of talking or listening to you, and not a single moment is ever boring with you,'' he says, and your eyes light up at his words.
''I like how you look at people like they're all so precious, and you talk to everyone with love and care; it makes everyone feel special. But there's no one more special than you, Darling. And if you'll let me, I want to show you just how special,'' he says, a glint of mischief showing through.
''Please, Loki. I want you to show me,'' and within no time, you're both in the shower, and he has you pinned between himself and the wall as he makes sweet love to you, telling you how much he loves you and how perfect you are.
But most of all, he tells you what a good girl you are for him.
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stay with me pt 4
<azriel shadowsinger x OFC>
part one, part two, part three, part five
warnings: ANGST, graphic description injuries
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Something was wrong. Azriel didn’t know what, but he could no longer feel Ophelia as strongly on the other side of the bond. Her presence was just a flicker of energy, like a spark that refused to light.
“We’re moving in. Now.” He quietly growled.
Mor, Cassian, and Nesta had all deliberately disobeyed Rhysands instructions to not enter the Autumn Court territory without his permission. They would all surely pay for it.
But at this moment, he didn’t care what Rhysands punishment would be. He could cut off Azriels wings, set his hands alight, and throw him into the Sidra and he would take it. As long as he got Ophelia back. He was beyond grateful that his friends were risking their own lives and Rhysands wrath to find her too.
His shadows cast the corridor in front of them into darkness, snuffing out the fae lights lining the walls. They moved silently, as a unit. Quickly and quietly taking out any guards that they came across. What was more blood on Azriels hands? As far as he was concerned they were all complicit in this crime.
Gaining access to the Forest Palace wasn’t easy. It had taken them entirely too long. They had to wait for changing of the guard and had to slaughter their way through just to get in. It was messy and harsh, but they did it all without raising alarm.
Azriel led them through twisting and turning hallways, going farther and farther down into the lower levels. He didn’t know where he was going, it was just a feeling. He could feel that tug at the bond growing tighter and further down they went.
None of them questioned him, and thank the Mother for that. He wasn’t sure how he would respond. They all were calm and quiet around him since departing from Velaris, as if a single word would set him off.
He supposed it would. After departing the River House, he had flown out into the forest and taken out several acres of trees with his siphons before collapsing. He had been trembling, barely containing the anguish and rage that was crawling under his skin. It was nightfall before Cassian found him, telling him that they were leaving to find her.
Suddenly, the feeling in his chest exploded into a frenzying warmth, spreading across his body. Azriel halted in front of a small, dingy cell, and his friends stopped at his heals.
“What is it?” Mor whispered.
The metallic scent of blood was so overpowering that it almost masked hers. Almost.
He would know that combination of scent anywhere. Jasmine, lavender, and chamomile. With just a hint of lemon. Before it had calmed his wildest nerves. Now, it ramped them up, dreading what he would find in there.
In two strides, he was at the door. He grasped the lock on the cell and the faint blue light of his siphons illuminated the space. He barely heard the metal hit the ground as he flung the door open and rushed in.
What he saw would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Ophelia was slumped against the wall, hands chained above her head. Small, precise cuts littered her mostly naked body. Deep burn scars around her neck, wrists and ankles. The only thing that covered her was a red see-through chemise. No. The chemise was white. It was stained red. With her blood.
And Azriels heart stopped beating at the sight of the dagger embedded to the hilt in Ophelia’s side.
“Cauldron-” Cassian gasped, coming to stand beside him.
“Help me.” His voice was tight, despair laced in every word. Azriels eyes stung with unshed tears. No, he couldn’t do that. Not here, not now.
If she didn’t make it-
Cassian braced Ophelia up, mindful of her wounds, as Azriel broke the chains around her wrists. He stooped down and took her small broken form from Cassians arms, careful of the dagger. A soft, broken whimper came from the bloody mass that was Ophelia. It shattered his heart even further.
But she was alive, she was still alive.
“We have to get her back to Velaris.” His voice was raw, full of the promise of death and bone deep despair.
“Winnowing could move the dagger around.” Cassian responded quietly, looking down at her.
“We could take her to the Winter Court-” Mor started.
“No.” Azriel snarled. “She needs to be home, not in some frozen waste land.”
“But the risk-”
“I know the fucking risk!” He was starting to panic now. It was rising to the surface, the pressure building and building against his too tight skin.
“Whatever the decision, it needs to be made now. We have company.” Nesta hissed from the front of the cell.
“Go to them. I’ll meet you back at the River House.”
His shadows swirled around them, Cassian disappeared from sight, his brothers eyes full of sadness and quiet rage. He knew he would make them pay for what they did.
In the cold emptiness, he brought Ophelia closer to him. Praying to the Mother that she would make this, she had to make this. If Azriel needed anything in his life to go right, it was now.
Azriel swore to the Mother and to the Cauldron that when she had recovered, he would tell her everything. About his messy emotions, the feeling of how unworthy he was to her, and that they were mates. He was hers.
But oh, the Mother was cruel.
His feet hit the solid ground just outside the River House, the world swimming back into focus. Panting, he looked down at Ophelia.
His mate.
She almost looked like she was sleeping, if it wasn’t for the agonizing pain he felt on the other side of the bond. It was so intense that he momentarily swayed before reality gripped him by the throat. The dagger was no longer there. It laid several feet away in the grass.
The panic he had been barely keeping at bay finally bubbled over.
Blood was pouring from the wound, fast. Too fast. Gasping, he went to his knees, laying her in the damp morning grass. His scarred hands pressed into her side attempting to staunch the bleed, but it was no use. Blood seeped past his fingers, coating his hands.
Rhys. Rhys I need you.
“Phia? Phia, I need you to open your eyes.” He whispered.
“It hurts.” She whimpered. The pain he heard from her snapped something deep and vital in his head.
“I know, I know sweetheart.” Azriels cheeks were wet with the tears he had been holding back for weeks. No- years.
“Azriel?” Her eyes fluttered open, squinting up at him. “You’re here.” She sounded so relieved, he wondered if she thought this was a dream.
“Yes, Phia. I’m here with you. Now stay with me, help is coming,” He sobbed.
Rhysand!
She muttered incoherently, and it wasn’t til later til Azriel would realize what she was saying.
Stay with me.
The familiar scent of Cassian, Mor, and Nesta invaded his senses, momentarily taking over the smell of blood. He heard one of them cry out, felt their grief slam into him. But he couldn’t look away.
He whispered small encouragements to her, begging and pleading with Rhys in his head to fucking hurry.
Almost there.
“He’s almost here Phia. Just hang on.” His eyes swept down her body, examining the wound. It was ghastly, deep and jagged with infection just starting to set in. Mother, how long had that been in there?
He looked back up to her face and his gut twisted. Her eyes were shut, her lips unmoving. “Hey, hey! Do not shut your eyes. Please,” A painful sobbed ripped from the depths of Azriels chest. “Please open your eyes!”
“So tired.” She whispered, struggling to open her eye lids. “Az, I’m so tired.”
Hands suddenly replaced where Azriels were. Someone was talking, shouting at the others but he wasn’t sure who it was, and he didn’t care. Maybe it was Rhysand, or was it Feyre?
Moving carefully, he cradled her head in his lap. The back of her scalp was sticky with blood, the entire ground around them was drenched in it.
“Stay. Stay here with me.” He whispered to her, smoothing her hair away from her sweaty and sallow forehead.
“You’re my mate.” Azriel choked out in broken sobs. “Ophelia you’re my mate.”
She inhaled to speak, but her chest stilled
The bond went silent.
And Azriel screamed.
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theodore nott | halloween special
i’m honouring friday the 13th by posting the first chapter of my october series.
slytherin season masterlist
pairing: theodore nott x gn!reader
warnings: ghosts? alcohol consumption, smoking
autumn mornings at hogwarts were supposed to be dull. dark fog creeping through the heavy curtains, muffled snoring and groaning that slowly blurred into grumpy remarks and the sound of footsteps on the staircase. it was normal. comforting. just as for theo was your careless singing in the shower. your roommates always complained how you woke them up abruptly, but for him it meant safety. it meant you were near and excited for the day. it meant that everything was alright.
you would hum while brushing your hair, your hustling would slowly wake him up. and so theo would smile at you, jokingly complaining about your morning habits. you would scoff at him, maybe throw a pillow at him in retaliation. the laughter would commence as theodore slumped out of bed, lazily getting ready for the day. people would give you weird looks while getting down to the great hall. your morning were full of laughter and playful banter that could light up even the gloomiest of souls.
“i like your voice”
normally compliments made you flustered. you would let out an awkward chuckle or two and flush a little. who knew that an innocent sentence like this could send chills down your spine?
the letters were written in perfect cursive, like by a studious second-grader or an old-fashioned professor. it looked like copied from a calligraphy textbook. but what really scared you was that it wouldn’t fade. the hazy surface of the mirror was eerily cold. you could see the dread in your right eye reflected in the dot of the third “i”.
maybe it was a silly prank? your boyfriend, theodore, wasn’t one for jokes, but it seemed like the only logical explanation. maybe he was testing out a new spell he has learnt? right, it was probably it. you could swear you had seen a glimpse of a smile on his lips as you went to the bathroom. “that bastard”, you thought, chuckling at yourself. there was no need for worry, it was just a prank. right.
“if you liked my voice that much, you could’ve just told me, you know”
nott was barely awake and visibly confused. “angel, i love you, but you sound like a choking hippogriff” he grumbled and rolled over to the other side of the bed. “no, teddy, please don’t fall asleep” panic seeped though your voice. the boy sensed it (or had enough of you shaking him awake) and let you drag him into the bathroom. it took him a full minute to realise what’s going on. “oh fuck.”
“okay, to summarise what we know now: no one has entered the dorm room since chris and blaise left. according to the archives, there is no spell that could leave such an imprint. also, it’s not potter who wanted to give you a scare. there is only one creature that could do it.” he didn’t need to say it out loud. ghost were an inherent part of every wizard’s life. they presented as an imprint of one’s soul, bound to someplace close to their heart. you’ve seen them countless times, salazar, you greeted them each morning running to class. the thing is, they were allowed to stay at hogwarts only under some conditions. “on a second thought, forget it, school ghosts aren’t hostile.”
“theo?” he hummed in response, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “what if it wasn’t a school ghost?” no, that was stupid. hogwarts was the safest place in the magical world. there’s no way an evil spirit could just march in there and mess around without any consequences. yet after six years of studying here, you weren’t so sure about it anymore. you squeezed your boyfriend’s arm.
day passed and you felt yourself becoming more paranoid than ever. always looking over your shoulder, hand clasped tightly over your wand. theodore picked up a habit of checking the bathroom before you entered. it was getting ridiculous but none of you could help it. in a desperate attempt to comfort you theo even considered consulting snape about spirits.
“i miss your smile”
the sound of your screams rocked the foundations of slytherin dungeon. it echoed through the crocked staircase, rang in the main fireplace of the common room. you were shaking. the world developed awfully sharp edges and all the lights were blinding. everything was shaking. it made you want to scream even more. suddenly your body rose from the floor. you started wiggling and kicking the air, panic seeping though your breathless struggle.
“didn’t know you’re so strong” a displeased grumble came from behind your back. your vision was so focused you couldn’t see what was right in front of your face. his features scrunched tightly, forming creases around his deep eyes. you counted two blinks during what felt like an eternity. theodore nott was carrying you to bed. he was shaking. were you shaking? it felt like the whole world was shaking with you. “calm down, love” he sighed. “skurge!” it was like a whole anvil was lifted from your chest. the boy caressed your cheek carefully, like checking for any injuries. then everything started to blur perfectly and weariness washed over you completely.
there was no plasm left on the bathroom floor. either nott’s charm was successful or there was nothing here in the first place. he didn’t like the smell lingering in the room. it reminded him of an old sweater he wore to visit grandparents’ graves. it was the odour of the chemicals used in muggle trains. feeling reminiscent of the split second before the ink spilled all over a potions essay. taste of fire whiskey before he was too drunk to ignore it. but it was the note on the mirror that made him puke.
the mirror incidents increased in frequency as halloween approached. you and theo were barely sleeping. teachers would take pity on you and wouldn’t reprimand you for dozing off in their classes. it was bad. so bad you started giving up. stopped checking the bathroom two times before entering, stopped singing, stopped looking into the mirror. the sight of your hazy eyes was worse even than the foggy messages.
slowly it started affecting your roommates. heavy and disorderly footsteps became the trademark of your dorm room. schoolwork kept piling up relentlessly and none of you could force yourselves into completing the assignments. coffee was spilled, ink filled up your cups to the brim. weekends were the real torture that commenced with student’s smiley faces and happy chatter.
“enough!” even draco was agitated from his friends behaviour. “we’re throwing a fucking party and your attendance is required” he scoffed at your disheveled appearance. truth be told he was concerned. he saw theodore skipping classes just to smoke his heart away. his precious coat grey from the smoke and muddy from late night walks by the lake. he was always brooding, but this was extreme even for nott. as for you, well, you were a wreck. too unsettled to even notice the difference theo’s behaviour. you were both constantly on edge, frantically holding hands until your knuckles whitened.
malfoy didn’t lie. it was fucking party. music blaring so loudly it almost drown out your thoughts and worries. after the second glass of whiskey you let out a broken laugh. crabb was on his fourth glass and was telling something about muggles and their weird traditions. an empty bottle became a makeshift broom that muggles use to try and become wizards. goyle was trying to hold him up, but was laughing so hard he fell to the floor first.
by midnight blaise started talking uncontrollably. it was a constant stream of words, from which you picked out particularly “ghost”, “mirror” and “freak”. turns out you and theo weren’t going crazy or at least weren’t the only ones losing their sanity. the look of terror on his face would’ve been hilarious if it wasn’t for your own worries. as your circled quieted down, a group of ravenclaws approached with their gossip. and more booze.
“i can’t believe it’s real!” exclaimed one of them. “the fuck do you mean?” theo was sobering up from anger. “the legend! i mean, don’t tell me you haven’t heard of amanda dovetail?” one look into your tired eyes and she lost her amusement. the girl cleared her throat. “so, she was a second-year slytherin. i believe she died quite suddenly after living a life of curiosity and passion for learning. many believe her spirit couldn’t give up the school of her dreams yet, so she stayed around. her energy is weak, so she chooses to come back only once in ten years. but then it’s like she’s living there all over again.”
you put down you glass carefully and got up. nott wanted to stop you, but one look into your eyes and he stayed in his place. you wanted out.
you spend the rest of the night reading charms textbooks and old students’ diaries. turns out amanda indeed comes back every october and tries to bond with the current residents of her old dorm. after all this fear and weariness you still wanted to help her. so you read out loud, slowly and patiently explaining more difficult concepts.
the next morning your notes were scattered all over the room. the first letters of each page read: thank you.
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Lucien x Nesta friendship drabble
Nesta introduces Lucien to her chosen family! @sonics-atelier I wrote it :))
Nesta surveyed the Autumn Court male coolly. She could see the similarities between his face and Eris’s. Her sister had not overstated his cruel beauty. Since she was now married to his brother, and he was in turn mated to Elain…she supposed she would have to get to know him now. That didn’t mean she was going to make it easy on him. She let pure dismissal freeze over her stare as she looked him over. Lucien Vanserra did not balk from her stare. A ghost of a smirk flitted across his face as she continued to stare him down.
“Are you admiring my metal eye, or just contemplating killing me, Nesta Archeron?”
Nesta couldn’t help the small smile that spread over her face. There were few who could tolerate her spiciness. Cassian had been unable to; he had loved her spiciness, sure, but only when it was directed at others. Not him. But both Lucien and Eris loved it. It must be those Autumn court genes.
“I was just wondering…” She gestured to that eye. “I forgot who made that for you. Or did you make it yourself?”
Lucien laughed. “By the Cauldron, no. I have a very dear friend in the Dawn Court who specializes in this sort of thing. She herself has a metal arm, you know.”
Nesta straightened. “What is her name?”
Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you want to know?”
“Just for a friend,” Nesta said evasively. Lucien snorted. “You’re going to have to give me more than that horseshit if you want me to reveal her name.”
“What’s the big deal?” Nesta snapped.
“I don’t know you,” Lucien said simply. “I’d like to know why you want to know. You’re married to a brother I haven’t had a proper relationship with in centuries and possess incredible powers in the Dread Trove and that death magic you got going. Forgive me for being cautious.”
Nesta sighed. She wanted to argue further, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. “Fine. One of my friends, Emerie, is an Illyrian. The Illyrians have a barbaric practice of cutting their women’s wings. So… I was wondering if this friend of yours could possibly make her metal wings.”
Lucien gaped. “Are you fucking kidding me? How is such a practice still occurring after all this time? Hasn’t that stupid Inner Circle done anything about it?”
“Apparently not,” Nesta said. “But about the wings…”
“This seems within her ballpark. Why don’t I take all of you to see her? Nuan will be able to judge better than me.”
Nesta nodded. “Let me talk to Gwyn and Emerie and get back to you.”
Later that day, Gwyn and Emerie arrived in tow with Nesta.
“Do you really think she’ll be able to make the wings?” Gwyn asked. Her teal eyes were as large as saucers and filled with hope. Emerie was taut as a bowstring by her side, not daring to voice the hopes in her mind.
Lucien only smiled gently at Gwyn. “Nuan hasn’t failed yet.” As if in emphasis, Lucien’s metal eye whirred to focus more fully on Gwyn. Emerie jumped away, cussing, but Gwyn grinned. “That is so cool.”
Lucien smirked. “It gave me the ability to see things that nobody else can see. So, in a way, losing my eye was a blessing.”
“How did you lose it?” Nesta asked.
Lucien turned to her. “You probably know that Prythian was ruled by that tyrant Amarantha for fifty years.” Nesta nodded. “Well, I told her to go back to the shit-hole she crawled out of. So, she clawed out my eye.”
Emerie’s jaw dropped, and Gwyn murmured noises in awe. Nesta raised her brows, impressed against her will. “That’s exceptionally brave of you.”
Lucien shrugged. “I don’t respond well to threats or tyrants.” Flame sizzled in his brown eye. Nesta smiled. “Neither do I.”
Lucien laughed. “I figured as much when you made a death promise to the King of Hybern.”
Nesta smiled at Lucien. She didn’t know him well, but she had already decided she liked the male.
“I’m not sure I can winnow all three of you,” Lucien said. “You should probably bring my brother, Nesta.”
Nesta nodded and came to get him.
Lucien was left alone in the room with Emerie and Gwyn. “Who cut off your wings?” Lucien asked. Ok, maybe not the best icebreaker, but they’d asked about his eye so it was only fair.
Emerie grimaced. “My father.”
Lucien swore, low and vicious. “Asshole father. I can relate.”
Emerie scoffed. “Wonder what it’s like to have decent parents?”
“Beats me,” Lucien said. He turned to Gwyn. “Do you know?”
Gwyn shrugged. “I barely remember mine.”
“That’s a step up from being traumatized by them, I suppose,” Lucien said, and the three of them laughed.
Nesta returned to the room with her husband in tow. “Lucien, can you take Gwyn and Emerie?”
“Yes,” Lucien said. He avoided speaking to his brother. “Hold on tight, my ladies,” Lucien said softly to Nesta’s friends. Gwyn was positively beaming at him, and Emerie was little better. Nesta wasn’t sure if she should be glad the two of them were so comfortable in another male’s presence, or irritated that they’d fallen for the Vanserra charm so quickly. Not like she could talk, though.
Eris had a shit-eating grin on his face as Nesta faced him. “Looks like my brother might just steal your friends away from you.”
“That would only make me as friendless as you, Eris.”
Eris chuckled. “Why do I need friends when I have you, Nesta Archeron?”
Nesta blushed as Eris winnowed them away.
The dawn court was exquisite. The colors in the sky were so soft and comforting, like honey. It wasn’t quite as beautiful as the Autumn Court, but it had its own charm. It was a little chilly, and Lucien was about to offer Nesta his cloak when Eris beat him to the punch. He shrugged, offering his cloak to Gwyn instead, who gladly took it. He led the way to the metal workshop he had frequented countless times to hang out with his good friend.
Nuan squealed in delight when she saw him, running over to hug him. “Lulu! I missed you!!”
Nesta turned to Lucien incredulously. “Lulu?”
Lucien rolled his eyes. “She earned the right to call me that after she made my eye.”
Nesta and Eris wore identical smirks on their faces, and Lucien was about to roast the shit out of them when Nuan spoke again. “Are we here for the Illyrian?”
Emerie stiffened ever so slightly. “I stopped being Illyrian the moment my father cut my wings. I am a Valkyrie.”
“As you say,” Nuan said.
“Yes, Nuan. We were wondering if you would be able to make prosthetic wings for her.”
Nuan inspected the shredded wings. “This has been cut highly unevenly,” Nuan said. “I may have to cut a little bit more off to make it more even. Under a faerie drug, of course, so she wouldn’t feel anything.”
Nesta said, “Emerie? Are you ok with that?”
Emerie was staring at Nuan. “If I let you do that, would you be able to make wings for me? Would I be able to fly again?”
“You would need to relearn how to fly, of course, but yes, I can perfectly make usable wings for you.”
Silent tears poured down Emerie’s face, and Nesta and Gwyn moved to embrace her. Lucien’s heart strained at the camaraderie, the easy acceptance and understanding. Something he had had himself, once upon a time. He shut down the thought.
“How much would it cost?”
“Seventy faerie bits, but for my favorite customer, I’ll give you a 15-bit discount,” Nuan said, swatting his arm playfully. Lucien grinned. “You honor me, my lady. And how long will it take to make?”
Nuan thought. “I was actually halfway into a wing project, which I think I can perfectly mold to fit her wingspan. Overall, probably a day?”
Lucien turned to his companions. “Are you all fine with staying?”
Nesta arched a brow at Lucien. “And do you have a place where we can stay?”
Lucien gasped in mock horror. “Of course I do! What sort of male do you take me for, Lady Death?”
“Certainly one with a death wish, foxy.”
“I’m perfectly happy to stay if everybody else is,” Eris said. “It’s not like I had anything specific going on today.”
“Same,” Emerie said. Gwyn nodded in agreement.
“Then come with me, everyone.”
“Are you ready?” Nuan asked Emerie. The jagged edges of her ruined wings had been evened out so that Nuan could attach her new microfiber wings. “They’re not quite bat wings,” Nuan admitted. “They’re closer to Peregryn wings, but that just means they’re softer and more flexible. And more colorful, if you’d like.”
Emerie’s eyes widened. “You mean I can make them whatever color I want?”
“Of course.”
Emerie grinned at her companions. “How cool would it be if I had purple wings?”
“It would match your friendship bracelet,” Nesta said.
Lucien snorted. “You guys have friendship bracelets? And you were making fun of my friend’s nickname for me.”
Nesta grinned at Lucien. “Yes we have friendship bracelets, and we are not ashamed, foxy.”
Lucien shrugged. “If you say so.”
Later, Nuan carefully approached Emerie with the purple wings. “Hold still,” she commanded. The wings were very complicated, with many interlocking pieces, but finally Nuan got them on.
“Flap,” she ordered. Emerie obeyed and was stunned to feel the wings obey her. Nesta and Gwyn were squealing in the background, Eris’s hand squeezing Nesta’s tightly. Emerie sobbed over and over again, thanking Nuan for the gift, and Nuan hugged her. “It’s no better than you deserve, Emerie.”
Later, when Emerie, Gwyn, and Eris had all left, Nesta and Lucien were left alone together.
“You’re not bad, for a Fae male,” Nesta said. Lucien laughed and shook his head. “A glowing recommendation. I’m going to tape that to my wall. Nesta Archeron said, and I quote, ‘you’re not bad.’” Nesta smiled. “You must be very well-connected, if you know a tinkerer like Nuan.”
Lucien shrugged. “As the youngest of seven sons, I wasn’t particularly needed or wanted. Perhaps it was a good thing. I was able to study for longer than my father allowed my brothers before shoving them out the door to rule over some territory within our lands, and I could train for as long as I liked, since no one believed I’d be dumb enough to kill my way up the long list of heirs. And when I grew bored with studying and fighting … I learned what I could of the land from its people. Learned about the people, too.”
“That sounds far more High Lord-like than people like Beron or Rhysand ever will be.”
Lucien let Nesta see all the power simmering in his veins. “That’s why my brothers tried their very best to break and kill me.”
Nesta smiled. “Perhaps you could take over the Spring Court from Tamlin. Or rule over Hybern. There’s a power gap there, isn’t there?”
Lucien nodded.
“I don’t know you very well, but I can’t think of anyone more suited to rule,” Nesta said. Frank. Honest.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Nesta Archeron.”
They may not be friends just yet, but there was a budding relationship there. It hadn’t taken long for both to grow to respect the other immensely.
#nesta archeron#pro nesta archeron#lucien vanserra#pro lucien vanserra#eris vanserra#pro eris vanserra#nesta x lucien#neris#the valkyries#emerie of illyria#emerie#gwyneth berdara#pro gwyneth berdara#nuan acotar#lucien x nuan#fanfic
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NOT SO BAD | xavier thorpe x gn!reader
"rita wouldn't be wrong though."
this was requested by anon, but i accidentally posted it by accident ( a draft) but then i took down the post to write a new one (aka this one) enjoy (also theres some mentions of death so.)
"hey freak!" before xavier could even turn around and see who it was, he got shoved down to the brick floor, he would have tasted dirt if he didn't close his mouth. he sighed, standing up to look back at the jericho goons, "you think you could storm your way here? in our own homes? you're the one who makes drawings come to life right?" they flood xavier's head with taunting questions that he didn't even get to answer.
it was the dreaded day of the festival. he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he certainly did not want to have his fun with these normies. defeated, he continues to walk away, not wanting to deal with them right now. they kept on chasing him though, until he stops next to a certain someone.
"look will you guys just shut the fuck up and leave me alone, you won't even be eating real food right now if it weren't for our principal funding your stupid charities to a town that can't even appreciate the minority." xavier spat, fed up the dudes just looked stunned, he thought he'd shut them up but it wasn't quite the case. xavier turns around to see a normie, in which was glaring dread into their souls.
"scram." that they did.
once they scrambled away, xavier only stared at the person. they look towards xavier and sighed, "sorry. the welcome comittee isn't as welcoming as it is intended." they apologized. xavier hummed, as his eyes landed on the tray of bread samples you were selling by a bakery.
"hey, can i have one? long day." he asks and they nodded in response. he takes a piece of cheese bread and began to eat.
xavier begins to wonder why he hasn't seen you, in the previous trips to jericho. "you new here?" he asked "ancestors lived here for years, i just went insane and managed to run away. and by insane i meant that an outcast friend of mine was killed." you told him, xavier sighed "did you kill that friend?"
you laughed hysterically, he then grew concerned of your behavior. "no, no, i didn't. someone killed her, no one in this town would just admit it. it's kept on the down low since then." you replied gravely. "when was this?" he questions you, you could sense his own curiosity "she didn't even make it until school starts to actually go to your school, she stayed at home mostly, it was around june when she got killed."
xavier hummed, never hearing of such a thing. it really was well hidden, if not, the normie was lying.
"your name?" xavier looked at them and forced a smile "xavier." you nodded, "y/n."
"i'm visiting her later, well by later i mean 30 minutes from now, my shift ends from there. wanna meet up there?" xavier scoffed, "typical setting to beat an outcast up, huh?" you rolled your eyes, "look mr. trust issues, i know you're on edge and shit and it's more than fine if you wouldn't come. as much as i hate to say this, you're unattracting customers." you grit your teeth, facing the groups of people staring at the both of you. xavier then walks away, contemplating whether or not would he want to meet up a normie.
he looks back, seeing customers now swarning the normie with the tray of bread, seeing you smile and attend to them made his heart go soft for a moment.
at that moment, he swerved his direction to the cemetery instead of weathervane.
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when he arrived, you were following right behind him. holding a plastic bag of chips and scented candles. "what are the chips for?" he asks you as you stomped on orange autumn leaves, on your way to your friend's grave, passing by mossy and old ones, xavier was still doubtful of his decision, the cemetery was inclosed and no one would even hear him scream for help. "rita hates flowers, she likes junk food and scented candles so i bought some." you told him as you finally slowed down to a less flithy gravestone. you set down a bag of lays chips on the stone and opened one for yourself, setting down the candles as well. xavier crossed his arms as he read the engravings:
rita lupin
born: 2006 died: 2021
it was glad to know that his possible normie friend wasn't an asshole after all. he has never been to a funeral before, let alone even visited a grave, this was his first time and he definitely didn't expect some smiles from you as you stare down at the grave.
"hey rita, this is xavier. he was going to be your classmate y'know? anyway what are you- a werewolf or.."
"i'm just telekinetic."
he did not expect a normie to be talking to a grave.
you looked at the sky, closing your eyes and smiled. "rita would find you cute." you chuckle, he raises an eyebrow, stifiling a giggle "wow, rita is nice." he mutters. you knelt down and grab a lighter from you back pocket and leaned the candles on the stone, lighting up each one "i mean rita is not wrong though" you wink at him and he rolls his eyes with a wry chuckle. now it was just plain silence, the wind brushing past them, leaves occasionally floating along with it.
"do you ever cry, whenever you... y'know, visit her?" he asked you. "who wouldn't? she's the best werewolf i met." you replied, now facing him ever since you both arrived here. "you've never visited a grave before?" you asked. he shook his head, "nope." you nod in response. "to relieve you right now, sorry for y'know whatever normies fo to you and your peers. i also actually never knew you all existed until.." you trail off. the silence grew louder, xavier raised an eyebrow.
"until?"
"until ol' rita here." you point towards her with a sigh. xavier examines you, you're glassy eyes and your longing gaze, you seemed genuine. he didn't know why would you invite an outcast like him to visit your dead friend, or why did he even agree.
xavier silently admits he was wrong about this normie. maybe they were the exception, they weren't that bad after all.
#wednesday x reader#xavier thorpe x reader#xavier thorpe x gn reader#gn reader#xu's fics#wednesday addams netflix#xavier thorpe#xavier thorpe fanfic
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I just checked and I found out I had 1.3k followers. Hi. This is I think one of the first posts I’ve made on this blog in almost five years but I’m feeling down at the moment so I thought I’d reminisce.
Stardew Valley was the first game in which I romanced a male character. Yes, it was Harvey. I was eighteen years old, freshly out to myself and I was dipping my toes into the idea that I could get into a relationship with another man.
I had so much shame about it all then. I couldn’t speak, even to my queer friends about my feelings, like the words in my brain were censored before they even reached my throat. All things personal to me, all the aspects of myself felt embarrassing and wrong, fodder to be humiliated for. The thrill of a video game romance, the concept of openly wanting and being openly wanted, was exciting and mortifying.
The escapism of this imagined bucolic setting and of love and nearness to others, where being open and vulnerable is as simple as giving gifts and with a press of a button having something to say to someone. In life I struggled with my words, with relationships and being open with people. Even now talking about myself often feels like my innards are on display and I will be laughed at for it. I’m working on it.
Five years goes so fast and so slow. Forays into dating have left me hurt and confused. Coming out left some bruises. And in times of change like these, where people and friends who I wished would stay close forever have to move on and out into their lives, I think it’s easy for me to feel disheartened and stagnant. Like everyone’s caught in some big autumn but leaves me right where I’ve always been, a green leaf.
But I have changed. I came out to all the people I wanted to be out to, from whom I risked rejection. I’ve grappled with religion, with existential dread, with dating, even after I’ve been hurt. It sucks to have to go out there and meet new people and start over fresh when it feels like it takes me years to be myself around others. But those years have to start somewhere. My closest friend now I only really got to know five years ago. Who knows what five years more will look like.
I know that making a comparison between a real life concept with one that appears in a video game is sometimes seen as silly, but as this is a Stardew Valley blog it seems a fitting way to end. This is my year one again, with the sometimes cold people and the first flower dance. Even if I’m geographically in the same place, I’ll start fresh and there’ll be plenty of characters to know. One frantic day at a time.
I should learn to fish.
#not art#harvey lite#personal#long post#surprisingly I was not planning that whoops#also like tw for coming out/life related anxieties but they’re vague so idk#maybe internalised homophobia???#idrk
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I Like the Way Your Hand Fits in Mine
Hanma Shuji x Reader
warnings: Angst, death
It was a crisp autumn afternoon when Shuji Hanma and I found ourselves strolling through the park, hand in hand. The golden hues of the falling leaves danced around us, painting the world in shades of amber and russet. I liked the way his hand felt around mine, his calloused and cold skin felt so comforting to me... the way his hand covered mine made me feel so safe.
But amidst the beauty of nature's spectacle, there was an undeniable tension hanging between us, a silent question that lingered in the air like a heavy fog.
We had been dancing around our feelings for what felt like an eternity, tiptoeing along the fragile line between friendship and something more. And as we walked side by side, I couldn't help but steal glances at the man who had stolen my heart, wondering if he felt the same way I did.
And then, as if sensing the turmoil raging within me, Shuji came to a sudden stop, his gaze fixed on something in the distance. Following his line of sight, I felt my heart skip a beat as I saw the most breathtaking sunset I had ever witnessed, a fiery tapestry of reds and oranges that stretched across the horizon like a canvas painted by the gods themselves.
"It's beautiful," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Shuji turned to me then, his eyes sparkling with an intensity that took my breath away. And in that moment, as the last rays of sunlight bathed us in their warm embrace, he reached out and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers in a silent promise of forever.
"I like the way your hand fits in mine," he said softly, his voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the fading day.
And in that simple gesture, I felt a wave of emotion crash over me, threatening to drown me in a sea of longing and desire. For in Shuji's touch, I found solace and strength, a beacon of hope in a world that often seemed so dark and unforgiving.
But amidst the warmth of his touch, there was a quiet sadness that lingered beneath the surface, a reminder of the obstacles that lay ahead of us. For Shuji was a man torn between duty and desire, his loyalty to the Tokyo Manji Gang a constant source of tension between us.
Yet, despite the challenges that lay ahead, I couldn't bring myself to let go. His love was a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty, a guiding light that led me through the darkest of nights. And so, with a silent prayer on my lips, I squeezed his hand tightly, silently vowing to stand by his side no matter what.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, our love blossomed like the flowers in spring, each moment spent together a precious gift to be cherished and savored. And yet, beneath the surface of our idyllic romance, there was a sense of foreboding that hung in the air like a heavy shroud, a silent reminder of the dangers that lurked just beyond the horizon.
And then, one fateful day, tragedy struck.
I remember the moment as though it were yesterday, the sound of tires screeching, the sickening crunch of metal on metal, the deafening silence that followed. And as I rushed to Shuji's side, my heart pounding in my chest, I felt a sense of dread wash over me like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under.
I felt the world stop spinning as I fell down to the ground next to him, my heart was hammering in my chest, beating against my ribs in an attempt to get out, my lungs screaming as I felt my body imploding. I couldn't breath... I took his hand in mine, squeezing it tightly as though it were the only thing keeping me anchored to this world, I whispered those three words that had come to define our relationship.
"I love you, Shuji," I said softly, my voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the fading day.
And in that moment, as the last rays of sunlight bathed us in their warm embrace, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that even in death, our love would endure. For in Shuji's touch, I had found a love that transcended time and space, a love that would guide me through the darkest of nights and lead me safely into the arms of eternity.
As I held Shuji's hand tightly, the weight of the moment crashed down upon me with unbearable force. The words he spoke, "I like the way your hand fits in mine," echoed in my mind, a poignant reminder of the depth of our connection. But even as I clung to his hand, desperate to hold onto the fleeting moment, I knew that our time together was slipping away like sand through an hourglass.
The sirens wailed in the distance, a haunting melody that underscored the tragedy unfolding before us. Paramedics rushed to Shuji's side, their urgent movements a stark contrast to the stillness of the park. Panic clawed at my chest as I watched them work tirelessly to save him, each passing second stretching into eternity.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The paramedics exchanged solemn glances, their expressions conveying a truth that I was unwilling to accept. Shuji was gone, leaving nothing but a void in his wake.
I knelt there beside him, my hand still clasped tightly in his, as tears streamed down my face unchecked. The world around me blurred into nothingness, leaving only the echo of my shattered heart reverberating through the emptiness.
"I like the way your hand fits in mine," his words echoed in my mind, a cruel reminder of the love we had shared and the future we would never get to see.
In the days that followed, I wandered through life in a haze of grief and disbelief. Everywhere I looked, I saw reminders of Shuji – in the sunset that painted the sky in hues of orange and red, in the laughter of children playing in the park, in the empty space beside me where he used to stand.
But amidst the pain and sorrow, there was a glimmer of hope that refused to be extinguished. For in Shuji's touch, I had found a love that transcended even death itself, a love that would guide me through the darkest of nights and lead me safely into the arms of eternity.
And so, with Shuji's memory as my guiding light, I vowed to live each day with purpose and passion, cherishing every moment, every touch, every whispered word as though it were my last. For in the end, it was not the length of our lives that mattered, but the depth of the love we shared, a love that would endure long after we were gone.
"I like the way your hand fits in mine," I whispered into the silence of the night, my voice trembling with emotion. "And even though you're gone, I'll carry that love with me always."
And as the tears fell like rain, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that somewhere out there, Shuji was watching over me, his hand forever entwined with mine in a love that would never fade.
Written by @adiraargent
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