#( oops this isnt going to end well

[crowncursed]

“Who the heck are you weirdo?” shining-stxrs (ice queen Betty for magic man simon)

Unprompted asks // always accepting

Barred from his home universe, the Magic Man has taken to dimension hopping, hoping to find something to fill the loneliness in his heart after losing his own love. At least... that had been his original plan. Unfortunately, tragedy changes people, and instead of choosing to move on and find ways to cope, he'd turned around and made it everyone else's problem, becoming the worst possible version of himself.

It'd be easy to blame the hat... the jerkiness that came with it certainly didn't help, but this had been a decision made on his own.

And so, when he comes across a dimension much like his own, where his beloved is still alive, but still under the influence of the magic crown (and, as an added bonus, no Simon in sight!), he thought he'd stay awhile.

"Betty~" he floats around her in a slow circle, grinning madly at the sight, "how ab-so-lutely lovely it is to see you~ say, are you alone?" He isn't above butting into other people's personal lives, but it's always nice to know what to expect ahead of time.

#( 🕮 simon petrikov. in character ) #( magic man simon au ) #shining-stxrs #( oops this isnt going to end well

[todayisafridaynight]

What Daigo persona arcane 👀👀👀👀

DEFINITLY want to call Strength for Daigo: the Strength arcana is indicative not so much of someone’s physical strength, but by the strength of their character and willingness to pursue a goal by their own means. Not so much ruling with brute force, but through humanity, determination, charisma, and patience. The Strength arcana also calls back to Daigo’s prior hedonistic tendencies: just as the woman on the card was able to tame the beast, he was able to find the strength to suppress and tame his bad habits and attitude to properly lead the Tojo. Especially through his RGGO character story, we see Daigo transition from trying to obtain respect through violence and forced authority to him having the resolve to stick to his own methods and morals when leading, making the Strength arcana the perfect fit for him.

@jessiesjaded​

Shoot me down for this one but I’m honestly leaning towards Devil, in a twist of irony: while those associated with the Devil can be characterized as acting selfish, violent, impulsive, and with promiscuity, that doesn’t necessarily mean that’s all their character is. Although they act near-exclusively for themselves and as freely as they wish, those of the Devil arcana are not only able to wholly dedicate themselves to particular causes, but to people as well; the Devil arcana, despite their inward-and-outwardly destructive tendencies, can still commit themselves to others they find worthwhile (though this doesn’t mean they’re exactly the most social of people in general). When it comes to the things and people they care about, they possess well-meaning and wholesome reasons for acting in that object’s name. Those of the Devil arcana also tend to struggle with forgoing unhealthy influences and habits in their lives, wherein Sagawa and other Y0 cast members namely comes to mind in terms of Majima and his character. Post-Y0 is when Majima really starts to embrace the Devil arcana in this aspect once he’s able to separate himself and act more independently.

#snap chats #honestly i thought majima would turn out to be the moon but after mulling over it for like. An Hour the devil fits him well i feel #i dont want to make it out that majima is wholly selfish because Evidently he isnt #he just marches to the beat of his own drum in most cases #those there is the argument that despite majima's willingness to 'live for more freely' he still ends up a puppet of sorts in the narrative #but thats a post for another day thats not to be made by me i aint no majima essayist #i aint even an essayist fuck outta here do i look like i know how words work. No. #also i couldnt think of any other arcana that even came close to working with majima OOPS #i know im on the money about daigo tho i just dont know if i worded it like how i wanted to #but whatever There You Go #feel free to send me more charas to do this for this fun

[cosmicstarlatte]

hi!! can I request the brothers reactions to MC who talks in a cute voice with pets? i can’t talk normally with my cat he’s just a widdle baby 😭

MC baby-talks to their pet (Obey Me)

You can't help but talk in a cute baby voice with your pet. How does he react?

»Characters: Demon Bros »Tags: Humor, Fluff »Notes: This has been sitting for a long time lol. Thank you for the super cute request anon! I hope you like it! ^^ ♡ I tried to be vague for our non furry friends lol

Lucifer:

Had to do a double take when he heard you talking like that

Thought solomon accidentally cursed you at first

Relief when he realized you were just talking to your pet...why do people do that though???

Momentarily forgot he does that with Cerberus when no one is around

Thought it was cute and wholesome seeing you treat your pet so sweetly, you looked so happy

Ended up joining you because your little baby is a cutie

Tried to pull off a very deep voice when his brothers walked in on you guys

They called him widdle uwucifer™️ for a week

Even Diavolo heard about it alajsjfjglskflsk

Mammon:

Got jealous when he heard you calling someone your widdle baby

ISNT HE YOUR WIDDLE BABY!?

Super relieved when he found out it was just your pet

Got jealous again because he wanted some praise too??

"Yes yes Mammon you're a good demon too"

"And!?" (you pat his head)

"Hmph! That's what I thought!"

Joined you and your pet for some cuddles

Levi:

This poor thing thought you were talking to him at first and got so excited

When he realized it was your pet, he didn't think too much of your baby voice because even he has those moments with Henry 2.0!

What kind of pet owner would you be if you didn't talk to them like that!?

He played with the two of you and suggested making little cosplays for the cute little thing

Satan:

Was caught off guard for a brief second but joined you instantly when he realized you were with your pet

This man loves animals

WIDDLEBABYTALKTIMEAAAAAAAA

Convinces you to go to the devildom zoo so the animals there can get baby talk too because all of them deserve it!

Asmo:

Immediately knows what you're doing and GOES ALL IN

Baby talk, cuddles, just fluffy love overload with your pet!

He has no shame (as he should)

Even goes as far to include you in it, you're his widdle baby too! He cuddles you both in excitement!

Takes so many photos and posts it online

Beel:

Thought you were broken and got worried

Did you eat something cursed?

Realizes what you were doing and tries to join in but it doesn't go well, oops

The man sounds so stiff 😭

Your pet did not like it but did enjoy his cuddles!

Belphie:

Was sleeping and woke up a little, he thought you were talking to him at first

Okay yeah I could get use to this, it's kinda nice.

It wasn't until you started talking about treats that he realized you were just talking to your little friend

Thought about joining in but your voice soothed him and he went back to sleep!

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shitpost #obey me crack #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓬 [Main Work]

You're supposed to keep him in check and integrate him into earth's society while he recovers from the aftereffects of catching a viral infection on his planet. All that, while you get to earn a pretty good monthly compensation for your efforts from the government of his and your planet.

Or more simplified: You're a paid babysitter for a 7' tall alien who's caught a virus that makes him act purely on instincts, rather than logic. Oh yeah- and he tried to eat your neighbor's pet bird. Yeah...

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Yes I'm writing that story..., mentions of doctors visits (needles, injections, medical terms, blood), mild Angst, so much chaos, he almost eats a bird once oops, mild Angst, strangers to lovers, more TBA

Length: 4k words

A/N: THERE IS NO TAGLIST. THERE IS NO TAGLIST FOR THIS. THERE REALLY ISNT. DO NOT ASK.

-> Masterlist

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"Are you sure that's a good Idea?" Jimin asks, and you shrug, dipping your piece of bread in the sauce.

"Yeah, why not?" You say. "They're not dangerous or anything. I've met Yoongi, and he's cool. Can live alone, even!" You tell your best friend across from you, who doesn't seem convinced.

"Yoongi is different though. He's, like, recovered already." Jimin says. "You'll be getting one straight out of quarantine. I'm sorry but, are you sure you can handle that?" He worries, and you roll your eyes.

"Jimin you're acting as if he's gonna try and murder me in my sleep." You scoff, denying any of his worries. "I went to all the lessons and readings and educational stuff- I wouldn't have gotten approved if I didn't. So calm down, I got this." You chuckle.

Jimin simply shrugging, well aware he can't change your mind.

"Jungkook, no, come on." The careworker who's nametag reads 'Kim Namjoon' gently says, holding the hand of who you assume must be Jeon Jungkook-

26-year-old Vrota, straight out of quarantine, having been brought to earth for treatment earlier this year. He likes sports, has a pretty big appetite, and dislikes being left alone for too long. He used to work as a physical health coach before catching the virus on Vilia, and stayed in self-isolation for about half a year before being sent to earth to be treated in quarantine for the most severe portion of his sickness.

Now, he's deemed healthy enough to stay with a human 'caretaker'- or babysitter, how you'd call it. And to be honest, you didn't really think much about taking care of a Vrota at first, having met one by the name of Min Yoongi during your earlier days at the education center for Vilian people- and he was a pretty cool guy.

What you didn't take into thought was apparently that Vrota can look very different just like humans. So yeah.. the guy standing in front of you right now with his big brown cat-eyes and colorful tattoos isn't really comparable to the chill, rather laid back Yoongi you had met.

No.

Fuck no.

Walking into your home is a at least 7-foot tall young man of your age, simply black shirt stretching over the muscles of his biceps, jeans seeming to barely contain his thigh muscles. Jesus christ.

Maybe Jimin was right in his worries that you might end up dead at the end of this.

"So, Jungkook here doesn't have any allergies, so you don't have to worry about that. He's overall low maintenance, sleeps a lot, but when he's awake you might want to start taking him out a bit, since he get's a bit restless if he's got nothing to occupy himself with." Namjoon explains, giving you all the necessary papers in an envelops, while Jungkook walks around to explore your apartment. "Also, don't be intimidated by him. He's gone through multiple rounds of behavioral analysis, and has been deemed no threat whatsoever." He offers when he notices you watch the way the young man walks around, looking at pictures on your wall.

"So like, I guess he has to put that on when we go out?" You wonder, pointing at the simple black collar with a GPS tracking device on it.

"Yes, please. And also, keep a hold of his hand, just so he doesn't get lost." Namjoon chuckles.

"Sorry, but I don't think me holding him by his hand is gonna do much." You joke, making Namjoon chuckle.

"Ah, no-" He agrees. "-it's not to physically keep him with you. It just reassures him, in a way. He enjoys physical contact a lot." he explains.

"So- does he talk?" You wonder, watching how Jungkook looks out the windows, cat eyes jumping around at the nature and scenery outside.

"Sometimes, but barely. He understands speech fluently though. It'll take some time for him to come out of his shell, but once he's comfortable, he'll talk. The virus didn't injure his brain whatsoever, so he's expected to make a full recovery by the end of this year." Namjoon informs you, and you nod. "His scheduled appointments are in there, his current doctors are marked down as well. If you can't take him to one of those appointments, please call in advance, alright? Otherwise they'll immediately try and pick him up themselves, and that's gonna be a lot of paperwork on your side, and a lot of unnecessary stress on his." He explains further, and you nod.

"So, basically- cook him food, make sure he doesn't go missing, and take him to his doctors. Got it." You nod, making Namjoon chuckle.

"Pretty much. Like I said, he's rather low maintenance. You can occupy him with video games or movies as well- and when it comes to food, he's not picky. Doesn't like sour snacks though." He laughs, and you nod.

"No sour stuff, got it." You nod, and at that, Namjoon claps his hands together.

"Alright kook, I'm gonna leave you here then." He says, making the man in question walk closer again, nodding. "Do you like it here?" He wonders, and Jungkook shrugs, looking around-

before he nods, looking at you.

"Alright. His clothes and everything has arrived, right?" Namjoon asks, and you nod.

"All in his room." You say, making Namjoon nod.

"Don't cause too much trouble, alright?" He tells Jungkook, who nods a bit deflated, visibly a bit upset he's gonna leave now. But he doesn't show it too much, waves Namjoon goodbye until the door closes, leaving him alone with you.

"Your room is here-" You say, leading him to a small guest room where he spots his suitcases on the bed. "I didn't unpack them, cause.. privacy and stuff. So you can do that while I make something to eat?" You ask, and he nods, walking past you- and only now do you realize just how much taller he really is than you.

Jesus christ.

You break away your eyes from the sight of his broad back to instead run into your kitchen, putting away the papers and starting to cook instead to both calm yourself down- and make sure Jungkook feels comfortable too.

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It's been a few weeks- and thinks have definitely settled quite well.

You're currently sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office- waiting to be called in, as Jungkook keeps rubbing his ear. "No, don't." You quietly scold him with a soft tone, carefully pulling his hand down by his biceps, causing him to whine under his breath in complaint.

He's been having some issues with it recently- an underlying problem that had been overlooked due to more pressing issues. An elderly woman with a young looking Vrota girl smiles at you from where she sits across, watching rather fondly how you hold Jungkook's hand in yours. Namjoon had been right- it works wonders in reassuring the young man.

And it also kept him close at your side.

"Jeon Jungkook?" Is called by a nurse, and you follow her into one of the examination rooms, where Jungkook sits down on the bed, while you took a seat close by on a chair. It's routine to you both by now, after all. "Ah, there. Hello!" The doctor offers, bowing politely before he sits down across from you behind his table. "So- apparently he's got some trouble with his ear?" He wonders, and you nod.

"He's been pretty frustrated with it for some days now. Keeps rubbing it, and he doesn't like it being touched either." You inform the man, who nods and writes some stuff down in his computer with the help of his keyboard.

"Hm yeah, that looks pretty sore." The man says as he inspects Jungkook's ear further, his tail whipping around as he tries to stay composed.

Unbeknownst to you, he only really does it to impress you.

As soon as the doctor is done, Jungkook get's up to walk closer to where you sit, hand curiously playing with the shoulder strap of your top while the doctor explains what medication Jungkook will have to take. Touches like this aren't unusual- Namjoon had been right, after all. The Vrota standing next to you is very touchy, enjoying you close and seemingly seeking you whenever he can. From sitting on the couch so closely next to each other that your legs are touching, to snoozing during a nap with his full upper body on your thighs.

It's what happens later when you're back home, as you're scrolling around on your phone, while he purrs in his sleep on your thighs. He's full on hugging your middle, arms around you keeping you close while the tip of his tail moves a little as he dreams. He really is currently like a big cat in a humanoid body- and you wonder if it's still the aftereffects of his virus, or if he's always like this in general.

Almost as if on pure instinct, one of your hands falls into his slightly curly hair, nails running over his scalp, and at that, his almost unnoticeable purr turns into vibrant rumbling in his chest. His arms wrap a bit tighter around your body as he adjusts his position, a soft smile on his face as he buries his nose in the front of your t-shirt. In this moment, you have to think about Jimin, and his big worries.

What a load of bullshit, you think to yourself, as you watch the happy cat-boy-alien snuggle just a little closer to you.

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Scratch that. Scratch all of that. This young man is a menace, and you'll surely go to jail for not looking after him by the end of this entire situation.

"Jungkook…" You say, at a stand-off with the big cat-like alien across from you who stares you down with his stupidly cute big round eyes as if he's not doing anything wrong. "Where is pudgy?" You ask, and at that he fully turns around, squirming bird in his hand. "Jungkook, no, no no no-!" You dramatically call out, hands reaching for him- when he looks at the bird, then at you. "Give him to me, yeah?" you try, and he seems completely taken aback for a moment, and almost- shy?

Unbeknownst to you, he thinks you want the bird for something entirely different. In his mind, you're not asking for the bird itself- you're asking for him to offer it for you.

You want him to… court you?

He seems to deeply think for a good moment as he watches the bird breathe heavily, it's life probably flashing before it's very eyes before Jungkook brightly grins, sharp canine teeth making his happy grin look more dangerous than it probably is.

You don't know why he's suddenly so chipper, tail held high and eyes sparkling.

Suddenly, he holds the bird out to you like he's offering it rather than returning it- and you carefully take the poor thing from his rough hold, accepting it. It's something that makes the tip of his tail snap upwards in excitement, eyes scanning you for every reaction as you walk back.

"I'll be… right back.." You carefully tell Jungkook, who shrugs. "Do not do anything while I'm gone." You warn, before you dash out the front door to return the pet yet again, violently knocking on your neighbor's door.

"What?!" Seokjin yells almost, when you hold out his bird to him. "Pudgy!"

"Yeah, fuck your bird Jin!" You yell at the young man. "Jungkook almost fucking ate him, keep the thing in his cage for god's sake! Do you know how much trouble I would've been in if he actually ate him? I'm not ensured for accidental pet-ingestion!" You complain, making the man laugh a little.

"I'll keep the windows closed from now on." He reassures you, and you nod, pinching the bridge of your nose as you make your way back downstairs into your apartment-

where a not so happy Jungkook waits, arms crossed and tail whipping angrily from side to side behind him, knocking down some papers on the kitchen table. He's clearly unhappy, growling a little with every breath, eyes sharp and glaring at you dangerously.

"What happened?" You wonder, and Jungkook himself wants to just yell at you.

You're so stupid, he thinks to himself.

Why would you insult him like that? He caught that bird, and you wanted it- so he offered it, thinking you finally understood his intentions at this point- but no. Instead you insult him by giving HIS offering to that stupid human man upstairs, as if to mock him!

Do you want something more impressive? Maybe a tiny bird isn't enough to win you over. But on earth, there's not much prey to hunt- and considering he's a little bound to the interior of your apartment, he doesn't have any other options, really. And even if he was to catch something better- like the deer he'd almost caught if it wasn't for you scolding him for it- you still don't seem to like that at all. He doesn't know what else he could do to impress you.

What the hell do human woman want?!

Maybe he just really chose to court the most stupid and ungrateful human he could find- but he'll make sure you understand his intentions soon enough, and he'll teach you proper manners as well, once he's better. Right now, he's still unable to really do much in his state- but once he recovers a little more, he'll make sure.

He'll make sure you know exactly what he wants from you.

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It's been a few months, and Jungkook has started to find his voice again, it seems like.

He hums a lot when doing household tasks, sings to himself while he folds laundry, throws random half-sentences at you here and there whenever he feels like doing so. And all of that is fine and dandy- if it wasn't for that very specific nickname he's come up with for you. You try to tell yourself that he just doesn't know any better, that he's just overly friendly, that there's no way he'd be using it for those specific reasons. It doesn't help that he's horribly attractive, and nice, and, ugh.

This is getting more complicated than you hoped it would.

"Kitty!" He chirps, as he leans over the couch, and holds something out to you. You can't help but flinch a bit internally at the way he says that nickname. You're guessing it came from when he'd asked what those cat-plushies in your bed had been called, and you had answered Hello Kitty to him. He'd laughed, pointed at the toy, and then pointed at your cheeks, poking them.

Ever since then, you'd been stuck with that name in his head, it seems like.

You eat from his fingers as he puts the piece of meat on your tongue, an odd, focused gaze on the action found in his eyes as he licks his own lips the same way you do yours. "It's good!" You praise, and he grins brightly, eagerly running back into your kitchen to finish whatever he's cooking. He's been becoming a lot more independent- and it makes you a little sad, considering that once he's deemed healthy enough, he'll leave you behind, move back to his planet one day, and forget you even existed.

A little bit of a bummer, really. But at the same time, there's nothing you can do about it. You don't feel good about asking him out- because what if he feels obligated to say yes?

It's like he senses the slight shift in your mood, slowly walking back up to the couch again where you sit, sitting down next to you on the couch, knees digging into the soft cushions while he curiously watches you with a tilted head. "Huh?" You wonder, smiling- but he frowns, shakes his head.

"What?" He asks. "Sad?" He questions, and you shrug, shaking your head.

"No no, don't worry." You shake it off. "Are you done cooking? Turned everything off?" You ask him, and he nods, but doesn't let off from his question it seems. He opens his arms, makes a grabbing motion with his hands, and you laugh. "You want a hug?" You giggle, but he shakes his head.

"No, you." He argues gently, urging you once more. "You, hug. Sad." He explains, and you laugh.

"Jungkook, I'm not sad." You say, and suddenly, his hands flop down, a frustrated look on his face.

"Don't want?" He hufffs. "Hug me?" He complains, and you look at him with questioning eyes.

"I do wanna hug you, kook." You say, and he perks up at the nickname used. "Just- you don't have to do that just cause I'm like, not feeling happy." You explain to him. "I'm here to take care of you, after all, not the other way around." You laugh, and he watches you a bit more serious right now.

"Right." He suddenly says with a flat tone. "You.. hm, get paid." He says more or less to himself. "For me." He finishes his sentence, sitting properly on the couch now, feet on the floor, arms crossed.

"I mean.. yeah." You say, carefully. "You're gonna leave as soon as you're good to go, you know that." You say. "Would be kinda weird to start like, a friendship or stuff when your stay is limited down the line. I just wanna look out for you- and myself too. Save us the hurt later on." You shrug, and at that, a lightbulb seems to blink out of nowhere over his head, as he looks at you.

"So you? Like me?" He asks, and you stammer an answer.

"Uh, no- like, yeah as a guy you're pretty cool but like I said-" You scramble for an explanation, but he just crawls back on the couch, over you, until he's got you practically pinned down beneath him.

"You like.. me." He says, as if it's a fact- and yeah, it is one. But it shouldn't be. "I like you." He offers. "I.. tried, hm.. Im-pressive- impress you!" He seems to think hard to make his words make sense, brain still a bit slow most of the time when he tries to talk. It shows by the way he still stutters, gets stuck on syllables or by the way his brows scrunch together in thought. "But you- dumb!" He scolds, pointing at your head.

"What the fuck- I'm not dumb!" You complain, and he laughs, sharp canine teeth showing.

"Yes!" He argues, though he seems to not mean it badly. "Really dumb!" He continues.

"Well at least I don't try to eat the local animal population!" You argue.

"But- offer!" He argues, tail puffed up and swaying around. "I need.. to impress! Hunt!" He complains.

"For what?" You laugh.

"You!" He whines loudly. "Mate, make mate- impress mate! You, so you- argh!" He growls out, and you can't help but laugh.

"Jungkook." You softly say, and he looks at you with a face looking like you just told him he has to sleep on the balcony outside. "You don't have to do that, you know? Just cause I take care of you, doesn't mean you.. have to like, be nice like that." You say, and at that, he huffs angrily to himself, tail all fluffy as the fur stands out to all ends in his growing frustration, his arms crossed.

"No.!" He argues. "Stupid!" He curses, getting up to walk into his bedroom, before he emerges back out with some papers in his hand, and red ears as he slaps them on the couch, fleeing the scene right after before slamming the door shut, and locking the door.

And on your couch are two papers, one of them having writing on both sides- the handwriting sloppy and crooked, but readable. And while some sentences don't make sense, it seems like he's tried to take his time and write down what he can't say, at the moment.

'Kitty is stupid' is written on top of the first paper, and you scoff to yourself. 'Kitty doesn't get it.' it reads further.

'I want cry. I catch her prey, I offer it, and she give away to man downstairs. Man downstairs can't even hunt at all, keeps stupid bird in a cage but doesn't ever eat it. Who keeps food alive in home? Why she likes him I don't know- he stupid, just like her. But I like her. Maybe I can teach her one day. But what if she hunt for her then? No, I want to do that.'

'I want to show that I can be good partner. I learned to cook with human foods! She likes food, likes eating. I like eating too, so we eat together often. Then we hug, and she scratches my head. I like that. She's warm.'

'Maybe she doesn't like me. Doesn't like my kind. Doesn't want my kind. Or me. Just me? Maybe just me. I'm the problem. She doesn't want me.'

You turn the page around. It's written with a different pen- probably written on a different day.

'She likes me. I know she do.'

'I made nest for her, today, and she smiled. Smiled happy, cute, like kitty-toys on her bed. Has cheeks round just like them. Soft, too. She is soft. Body soft. I like holding her often. I like holding her in nest I made. And she hugged me, too. Let me hold her instead. Normal, she hold me. But this time, I hold her. I want to hold her more from now. She can be held anytime she want. She smells nice too. Smells best when happy, and after shower.'

You chuckle as you remember that day. It had been raining, you'd gotten caught up in it on the way home from grocery shopping, and after putting all things away and showering, Jungkook had waited on the couch for you, blankets from his bed placed on it, his hand inviting you to sleep there with him. And you had simply accepted the offer-

After all, you didn't know what exactly he'd been trying to offer you with those pillows and blankets placed there. You were educated on his physical health and general behavior- not about courting rituals and how to spot if the Vrota you've been taking care of has developed a romantic interest in you. Why the hell would they teach that anyways? It's not like they are known to have a huge interest in humans.

If anything, they're typically looking down on humans.

You move the paper, and turn to the last one. There's not much written on it, but the sentences are clearer, showing how his health had started to increase again, brain starting to work better these days. They're not perfect, there's a lot scribbled out, but it's clear that it must've been written recently.

'I don't know if she enjoy my company as much as I do her. I know she gain money from taking care of me, but it feels like she also doing it because she care about me. Will she abandon me once I am healthy? Will she leave me once I recover? Will I forget her if I go back home? What if home is here now and not where home was? I don't want to go home anymore if she not there.'

'It's not home if she's not there. It's just a house, just a planet, just a place. But I want home. I want to be her home. I want us to be each other home.'

Can you even be a home? You haven't at all planned any further than up until he's healthy enough to go back home. You've got no clue what to really do after he leaves- so what the hell are you supposed to do now? A relationship with him would be perfectly legal, sure, but he's also only got a Visa for his earth-stay up until he's healthy enough to return to his home planet, once they've gotten their whole pandemic situation back under control. You don't know what to do now.

Maybe you really are stupid, like he says.

So you decide to be even more stupid, as you take a small post it note from your kitchen, and write down a single sentence, before you slide the little note under his bedroom door.

And as he reads it, his eyes become wide, while his fingers clench the pastel pink paper.

'I want to be your home, too.'

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[gojoshooter]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS- make a part 2 for sukuna x hindu bride/wife btw if it isnt obvious i'm in love with ur writing style please like make it as long as you want (but like longer than part 1) srry if this is too much to ask but damn i loved that one coz like no on ...NO ONE has ever written abt it (make it a lil smutty or suggestive pls<3 )

oops anonie, might've gone lil more than "suggestive" 🤭 here's part 1 for new readers!

Sukuna and his Hindu!Bride pt.2

tw. suggestive, oral (f!receiving), reader wears a saree the old way without blouse

It's been a few months into your marriage with the mighty king Ryomen Sukuna, and you've already started yearning for his undivided attention. Although he has never not been immersed and utterly obsessed with his little pretty Hindu!Bride since the first time, you crave being more than just in your busy man's arms at the fall of night.

Today, you peek out to make sure your husband is out of the chambers before you proceed with planning what to wear—and it's not the regular queen atire.

You're dressed in a long gorgeous saree, heavy golden ornaments dazzling head to toes. Sukuna loved watching you captivate him with your traditional elegance.

-

Out of his thrown room after a long day, the king hears the ringing melody of your payal chiming around the royal garden. His brows rise up, Sukuna missed this playful sound around his shrine... it's about to be an interesting night.

Stepping into the loucious garden, he's walking around in the silver moonlight searching for your familiar silhouette with a subtle grin. “Where's my lady?” he drawls while seeking for your trace like a big cat.

Hidden behind a tree, you attempt your best to stop your giggles well known to the fact how sharp Sukuna's senses are. This little game kept your adrenaline high as you peeked your head to look where he is.

Stepping closer, Sukuna smirks standing right behind you, with your head the other direction. He whispers with a smug look on his handsome face “Brat, brat... so playful”. His sudden rough voice causes you a tiny flinch as you turn your head. Your playful almond eyes looking back up at him.

The king pulls you flush to his firm chest, drawing out a soft gasp from her bride. Two ruby-red eyes set on your softer ones as the smaller pair subtly checks you out up and down... demanding answers for what he didn't ask. A lazy huff leaves his chest as one of his big palm starts to caress your features. He can smell your arousal.

Blushing, you attempt to speak “King... my king,” a rough thumb is placed on your plush lips shutting you effectively. With a few more long minutes of him admiring or rather glaring down your adorable shy face, he finally let's go of your smaller body and you step back, flustered.

The king grips the end of your silky long atire, pulling it slowly with one of his large arms. As your saree unwraps your body, the pull makes you stumble back on his strong chest... now leaving you unveiled in front of Ryomen Sukuna like nothing but a flustered little mess.

The view made him grin. His queen, his Hindu!Bride clad in nothing but heavy jewels to cover her from the night's cold breeze. It almost looks like a part of your golden skin. Shivers run down your spine. No matter how many times, he would never fail to make your body feel worshipped like a real deity before pleasuring it.

“Mohini...” (enchantress) he whispers at the sight. Your heart accelerates at his remark, causing your blush to run down your neck.

The king's smirk widens as one palm goes for your heated centre, a mouth splitting open on it's surface as he hoists you up. A soft yelp comes out of you, while he brings you near a tree and holds you still on it's rough trunk. Your soft-as-petal limbs shake and twitch by the sides of his big wet mouth, chanting your king's name. You gasp for more air.

One snap from one of his hands, and small droplets of rain start falling down in the cold night. Watching your drunken eyes widen with wonder, he uses his two spare hands to grip tight on your ankles, pining them spread on the trunk as well. The first arm keeps you balanced up high in front of him while still drinking in all your essence. Sukuna seemed to be high on it's taste.

In the silent moment of intimacy, little sighs leave you as the rainfall soaks both of your bodies with water. Just how much is he capable of, will ever be a mystery to her wife as well.

“You are one seductive woman...” he grumbles next to your ear, sounding as if he hadn't spoken in ages. Skilled tongue on his palm firmly latched to your tender flesh. The dangling jewels on your hair, arms, waist, hips and ankles clinking together on your damp tan skin as your smaller body shook in his grip, creating music mixed with your whimpers of pleasure only for his ears's to listen.

Your arms flew to hug his neck, bringing him closer as you rode your intense high, eyes watering. Head spinned while Sukuna held you close, watching you breathe in and out to calm your heart.

“More...” came a weak voice from your dry throat, his sharp red eyes set on your pinned open body like a fragile butterfly, “Swami”.

His warm mouth latches on the side of your neck, sharp canines tracing their path to your favourite spot making your toes curl in air. The monster king smiles sadistically knowing he is anything but leaving you undisheveled right now in this royal garden...

masterlist !!

an. AAHHHSHSJ true form sukuna *bites fist* thank you anon for your precious words T-T hope this was long? likes & rbs are appreciated!! <3

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[blingblong55]

The Great War - Simon Riley//Vladimir Makarov

Creds to: @shadow0-1 for that Ghost work

Based on a request:

with the new mw3, lets do angst, something along the lines of "Somewhere in the haze, got a sense i've been betrayed" coming from us because 141 betrayed us horribly, which ended up in us getting tortured and then we pretennd its fine when it isnt. forget and forgive we lie and when we meet with Makarov, we tell them, 'oops sorry, forgot i was also a enemy at some point, guess its time to betray like real enemies do' and as we set Makarov free, we show that we have been working as his spy ever since they betrayed us. also can this be with a female reader and we also marry makarov behind their backs so thats why we betray so hard? i love u!

A/N: I forgot to add the angst....im so sorry pookies

Part 2

---- F!Reader, soldier!reader, enemy!reader, betrayal ----

It's been three months since Task Force 141 last saw you and how you betrayed them. Makarov and you have become the real-life Joker and Harley Quinn. In love with the other and maybe the love is toxic but the way he and you were so mental and in love made it all so good and bad. Everywhere you went, his hand held yours. It was romance for what poison could be. Deadly. One night, as Makarov and you celebrate your anniversary, he decides to spoil you. A private jet, a romantic location and a whole week in paradise. Well, that is the plan at least.

On the way there, the jet gets hit, Makarov rushes and puts a vest over you, his trusted gun and a kiss. "What are you doing?!" you frantically ask. "I'll meet you at our spot later my love," he lets go and then opens the door to the jet. The air tearing the door, he kisses you once more and as you look at him in fear and confusion, he gives you the illusion that he is right behind. Which he is not.

As you descend back to steady ground, the last person you ever thought wanted to see you, pulls a risky stunt. One he claims he has no idea he had the adrenaline for. Your body is so close to the ground as you watch your husband's jet explode. Ghost, holding you close as he deploys his parachute. "Vlad!" you call out with a tear-filled face. Ghost held you with all his mighty power until you two reached the grassy area. As he begins to unstrap, your hands hit his chest multiple times. Messy tears escape your face, "Why! why the hell did this happen?! What did you do!" Your hits became more defenceless as you cried and let out sobs of fear. Ghost wraps his arms around you.

In your memories, there he is, Vladimir and the children you were so set to want. Lazy Friday nights, the kids, Vladimir and you, a beautiful and complete family. It was like every puzzle was perfectly placed. Green lawn, sunny day, a puppy, giggles and small kisses. All gone in a matter of seconds.

"Shhh, shhh, I know, R/N, I know," his hand on your head, rubbing it as he kept you close to him. He was a trained soldier, after all, so he knew that occasionally he had to deal with people going through so many emotions. His gaze, why does it have to be this way? Why must he stare at you like this now?

No one knew Ghost had been on the lookout for you. That he went against every order given to him, that he broke an oath to hold you in arms this way as you cry. You pull away, your arms wrapping around your own body. Trying to find comfort in this moment. How did you lose him so easily? After so long of loving him in secret, he is gone this quickly. Like a cheap curse. But he was meant to be the lifelong curse. To ruin your very soul and taint you with his power of cruelness.

"God what were you even thinking?!" You push him., "You could've died, Simon. And then what?! huh!" You push him again and this time he grabs your arms. His stare lowered, eyes teared up as he confessed, "I did it for you," and now, he has become someone who he hates. Someone who betrayed the task force, someone who fucked it up and still it felt so right. Maybe you are a temptress, maybe you are the cruel one and not these men. Why must you make them love you so hard that they do this? What the hell do you even do now?

"I killed them all, please…please R/N, please listen to me." His voice more softer, gaze is so beautiful that it makes your heart flutter. "No, Simon-" "Listen to me this once. I know what I did is wrong but damn it, don't you feel it too? Don't you feel what I do? When I hear your voice, that sweet melody becomes my reason to wake up early, to smile, to even dare come back from operations. R/N, I know I'm not the best-looking guy in a crowd but…damn it, I would ruin everything for you."

His hand holds yours as he places it over his chest, "For years, so many years, this heart has belonged to just you." He whispers and holds you in for a kiss.

A gunshot.

One body to the floor and then darkness surrounded by crimson red.

No one ever said the joke or Harley Quinn had a good ending, guess it is the way this life goes.

[At the 141 base]

"Price, have yer seen Ghost?" Soap walks in after looking for his friend around the base for nearly an hour. "Should be in the shooting range," Price responds. "Think he mentioned something about going to the gym," Gaz mentions. "Not in any of those places." Soap says. The three men looked everywhere. Then, a soldier comes running in, "Someone stole the plans and mapping for the operation-" "and many of the files have been deleted, security footage is also gone." Another soldier comments. The three men have many possible answers and then two names come to mind. Makarov and yours.

"She fucking kidnapped him?!" Soap was furious and it was well known he hated you for what you did. Gaz, oh that man hated you for everything you were worth. In their books, you placed first place against Makarov and Graves. "That fucking bitch," Soap slams his fist on the table of Price's office.

As the men gather information and what else was taken, they realise a pattern here. After knowing who you were, your pattern who Vladimir is and his way of dealing with stuff, they understood the job was from someone on the inside and described you as someone who broke in. With contacts in many parts of the world, they looked for traces of him and traces of you.

You weren't even planning on this robbery to the base. Makarov wasn't either, so there is a third man. Alejandro and the rest of Los Vaqueros were told that they had someone else as a suspect. The devil herself, Valeria Garza. One look into her history and she was also not behind this mess. She was hunting down someone, yes but she didn't care for 141…yet.

After hours of exploring any enemy that would do this, it suddenly struck. And just as Gaz was about to give his shocking idea, Laswell walked in.

"Ghost wasn't kidnapped, the files were stolen but it was him…he is the man on the inside. This entire time, Ghost talked with Makarov, they weren't friends but allies. He is our next target," she slams his file on the table. "If we want Makarov, we take Ghost down first." "But how?" "We hurt the desire of his newfound criminal mind." "Which is?" "Grim. We know he was hurt when she revealed she was with Makarov, so it's time we take it old school and hurt her to get to him." Laswell looks over at Price, he nods and leans on over. "If we do this, I don't want casualties." "We got a deal?" "We do."

With that set, 141 found the targets of their next operation but this time, their calls had to be whispered. Two former members of their teams who knew them all too well, this has to be all a precise work of war. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, R/N 'Grim' Makarov, the new image of a ticking bomb. Their names are given to all the agents in the world. Hitmen, snipers and all countries, looking for two mad soldiers.

One was set to win. That win would set a new record for all criminals and good men. This is how modern warfare changes for the better and worse of us.

This is the great war.

A/N: i thought this was uploaded and it turns out it was in my drafts all along....i'm stupid

Tags: @actuallyhiswife @eicee @liyanahelena

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[lemmetreatya]

laundromat technician!levi whos so confused on the complaints about the individual who’s using the laundromat ‘incorrectly’.

because laundromat technician!levi doesn’t think he sees anyone using it wrong. yes, you have the usual boisterous kids who run around their mother’s legs and the occasional young adults who make their ‘unique’ indie music videos and who he looks on at with a rugged glare, but laundromat technician!levi doesnt think theyre doing anything wrong.

thats until laundromat technician!levi decides to do one of his maintenance checks on a lazy sunday afternoon — the kind which he usually does at nights — but today he’s had a change of mind for. which he comes to slightly regret because even though it’s just you in the establishment, you fill the atmosphere and dont make it easy for him to do his job.

like okay, you obnoxiously smack your strawberry bubblegum and laugh loudly at the videos you watch on your phone — but you’re in a laundromat for goodness sake! those things dont really matter.

but it’s when laundromat technician!levi catches you sitting atop the edge of the washing machine, a look of pure giddy bliss melting on your face, that he feels an unholy wrath consume his inner man.

“you dirty fucking bitch.” laundromat technician!levi throws his oiled rag to the ground before rounding the corner to stand in front of you. and you’re so outlandish, so unbothered by his presence because when he’s in front of you, you only lopsidedly smile down at him. so secure in the knowledge that you know he can’t move or touch you

“oops!” you wispily say before letting out a sweet moan, and laundromat technician!levi doesn’t know why he’s not ignoring you or at least removing himself from the scene because he even has a reddish embarrassment tint over his face. this situation is clearly uncomfortable for him. but alas, laundromat technician!levi instead decides to entertain you.

“surely that isnt doing anything for you. like for crying out loud, at least use better means as opposed to rusty laundromat machines.”

you give a provoking hum, your hands positioned between your spread open legs as you use them to support your rut against the hyper machine — no concern for laundromat technician!levi‘s head being directly in front of the show.

“what, you think you can provide anything better?”

laundromat technician!levi narrows his eyes at you.

“are you testing me?”

“no, i’m daring you.”

its not like you would have known any better, but you were not in the know about how laundromat technician!levi loved a challenge, and lived for any grab at one.

easily, laundromat technician!levi has you in a mating press along the plaque of the bench, his face viciously jeering over you as you cry and whine under the scrutiny of his welling cock.

and laundromat technician!levi jogs your body with his dick better than any other washing machine could. he pistons into you so fervently that your cries are sobby — your mouth opened so wide that you accidentally swallow and choke on your gum!

“yeah, yeah that’s what you fucking deserve!”

and this might prove him a bit mad, but laundromat technician!levi quickly bends forwards to capture your sopping cough ups into his own mouth. he was suddenly uncaring of the torment you briefly go through, his cock not backing down from delivering its judgments to your inner walls. but when you finally cough up the gum you were choking on, laundromat technician!levi is in the right position to catch it in his own mouth — no intention of spitting it out.

and to think he had the audacity to call you the dirty bitch.

soon after he’s done with you, laundromat technician!levi ends up banning you from the laundromat. he doesn’t even let you dry your clothes, he just makes sure you’re out with your stuff before anyone happens to walk in.

but even though he’s made that so very serious decree, laundromat technician!levi doubts you’ll be gone long. he’s not sure how he knows, but he’s pretty sure you’ll be back with the excuse of retrieving your pack of sweet strawberry bubblegum.

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[luvistqrzzz]

me personally i think you need to write something sunoo

you're the one i want at the end of the day

01:54 sunoo x f.reader genre: timestamp, f2l, fluff wc: 0.9k warnings: being drunk, profanity, one kiss

summary: when a piggy back ride home leads you to another destination

an: the fact that i had this in my draft for ages and was thinking when to post it😭😭... TYSM for reuquesting this luv🫶🫶 hope you enjoy this <3... i wrote this in a whim one day so excuse me if this isnt that good :/

'Sunoo-ahhhh', You slurred as the said boy dragged you out of Jay’s front door.

Jake, Jay's roommate who was leaning against the door frame, made a disgusted face, 'Fuck, get her out of her. How is she so wasted?'

Turning towards Jake, you raised an accusatory finger at him, 'Yah! I am not… Wasted!'

'Sure you aren't, Y/N', Sunoo whisper screamed. 'Now, let's go.'

After somehow managing to pull a drunk girl out of the house, he sat down on the curb beside you who was swaying slightly before you plopped your head down on Sunoo's shoulder.

The boy stiffened for a fraction of a section, feeling you so close before relaxing again. He was glad that it was 1 o'clock in the morning and the dim street light hid his blushing cheeks. 

He put an arm around you, slightly shaking you, 'Y/Nie, get up, we need to get to the apartment.'

You pulled your head up. 'Nope! I won't. I like it here, with you.' You giggled, snuggling closer to your roommate plus best friend.

Sunoo couldn't help the butterflies filling his stomach, this was so unlike you. Alcohol and its effects. 'We are sitting on a curb', he sighed, making you stand up with him.

You whined a bit before Sunoo pulled up behind him in a piggy back style. 'You have left me no choice, Y/L/N Y/N.'

Thankfully the apartment was just a few blocks from Jay’s place. 

Walking down an empty road in a cool summer night, Sunoo felt a calming silence settle between the two of you.

He turned his head back to find your head on his shoulder, looking up towards the starry night sky. He felt a funny little happiness in him at the sight of your beautiful drunken face staring into the dark abyss. 

'It's so pretty', you mumbled innocently, having sobered up a bit.

Sunoo nodded but you continued, 'I can count 1, 2, 3… 14, 15 and yes, 16!' You exclaimed looking at Sunoo. 'My 16th star, you.'

He chuckled at your antics, his heart doing a little leap, 'Y/N, you aren't in your right mind.'

What were you even implying? Sunoo didn't want his mind to run into false assumptions but the way you looked at his and pressed your cheek against his, he almost wished you felt the same. Almost.

'I am, Kim Sunoo! You are prettier than those stars, you know.'

'Oh really?!' He continued walking.

'Did you also know?' You whispered into his ear, giggling. 'That I like you Kim Sunoo so so much! Oops! That was a secret.' You whimpered, I don't think you like me back, though.'

Sunoo couldn't even control his beating heart and the way his stomach was jumping at each of your words. Were you being real? No no, these must be your drunken words.

But a small voice inside his head spoke, Aren't drunken words sober thoughts…?

You couldn't possibly like him… right?

Well, wrong because the poor red haired boy didn't know how hopelessly in love you were with him, how he was the literal sunshine of your life and how you would give anything to make him feel happy.

Sunoo stopped in his tracks as you whispered, 'I really mean it, Sunoo-ah. I might be a bit drunk but- Ouch!' You yelped as he suddenly dropped his arms causing you to tightly grip on to his shoulders with your feet dangling. Being short definitely had its disadvantages.

You grimaced, placing your feet on the ground. Your head spun a little as you tried to position yourself but you were a lot more sober than the past five minutes, thanks to your sudden words.

The boy before turned around to face you, 'Did you…' He began, however interrupted by you.

'At least give me a warning before dropping me off like that!' You huffed, turning your gaze away from his, shy from your sudden earlier confession.

However, you had to admit that it was long coming. You just needed the push of liquid courage. 

Sunoo moved closer to you, taking your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. You felt your cheeks burn up at the sudden contact.

'Did you…' he continued, 'Mean what you said two minutes back?'

You looked down at your feet, fidgeting, 'Would you hate me if I said I did? Would you sto-'.

No, you couldn't continue because in the next moment you saw Sunoo step closer to you, taking your face in his hands and met eyes with you, they held this intensity in them, saying something. 'No', he breathed out. 'I wouldn't hate you. I could never hate you, Y/N. I- i like you too.'

You almost couldn't help the smile forming as you closed the distance. Sunoo tensed a bit before melting into the kiss and pulling you by the waist.

When he finally broke the kiss, you looked up towards his bright eyes before you both bursted into a fit of giggles.

'Do you think the convenience store will still be open now?' You wondered.

Sunoo frowned, 'Why do you ask?!'

You smiled, taking his hand, before replying, 'I wanna sober up.'

'... And maybe have a late night picnic at the park beside it with my boyfriend!'

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[miss-ery-3]

ughhhh, i don't want my blog to turn into some kind of relationship-crybaby-blog, but i do have a lot to think about atm

i dont really have anyone to talk with about this. all my friends are in happy relationships and dont really seem to take any other stance than "you cannot break up" and that just really isnt helping me

buuuut, if you aren't interested in my personal (non-ed) issues, just scroll on<333 no hard feelings

so, for now, i'll just type this into space and hopefully get some kind of catharsis i guess

it's currently 1 am and i am in my childhood bedroom and i can't sleep. my head feels like it is fucking spinning. every thought in my head is "why do i feel like this? if i feel this bad should i just stay with him? but do i actually feel in love with him anymore? it's not fair to continue being with him, if i don't actually want to. would i miss him? would i regret it?" and then just in a big ol' loop

mixed with thoughts of my friend i talked to all of friday night. his face has popped up in my head constantly since i went home at 7 am from being with him all night. i feel fucking butterflies in my stomach, and get all giggly, and i want to say his name out loud for some strange reason - until i think about what these fucking butterflies mean and then i feel sick to my stomach and want to throw up. every butterfly i feel is like taking a step away from my bf, and i literally cannot control it

i feel like an absolutely horrible person, fuckk,brnfjkgnkmrf

'cause i also keep thinking about all the things my bf have done that hurt me (i guess, to make myself feel better?? but it makes me feel a whole lot fucking worse. both because i feel like a horrible person, and because he's made me fucking sad a lot of times)

like this summer, i got my bachelors degree (a fucking big thing for me - and he knew that), and he knew that i would have my last exam in, like, the end of june. i gave him the date as soon as i could (maybe two/three weeks ahead) and then like a week before i graduate, he remembers that he has plans with his 5 best friends to go drinking

and guess what

he chooses to go drinking with his friends. he celebrates me for like... 1 hour, 2 hours max. as soon as my friends arrived he was like "oops gotta go drinking with my friends that i can see all the time. no time to celebrate my girlfriend getting her bachelors degree, although she will never ever have a day like this again. no no, gotta go get shitfaced. and i am actually not going to apologize"

also at my last birthday, i celebrated it at my parents house for most of the day, and then went home in the evening (like after dinner) to go get drinks with my friends. we had planned that he would come home to my parents with me the day before, and then we could wake up together on my birthday and he could be with me and celebrate and stuff

3 days before my birthday, he says he doesn't want to go with me to my parents' house to celebrate my birthday, because he has to read for school (it was in a holiday as well, he didn't have school for days). the weekend before my birthday he chose to go drinking with his friends (i was ofc not invited) and couldnt get out of bed for days, but whenever my birthday rolled around he had to be an A fucking student. so he cancels and then we only see each other for the last, like, 4 hours of my birthday, with all of my friends and some family - and then he got annoyed with me for getting sad

he talks over me, he interrupts me and then never asks me what i was saying, he ignores me every time he picks up his phone, he always prioritizes friends, family, work and school over me, he's really good at making me feel small (not in the good way) and stupid. he corrects almost everything i say, also stuff that i dont say, but that he just want to "clear up". he drops plans w me so easily, to be with his friends and he almost never invites me. he insists on touching my belly although i've told him it makes me very uncomfortable, and then gets annoyed when i remove his hand - because 'he likes touching it, and i shouldnt feel bad about my belly'. he often ignores my text messages if he doesnt feel like they matter to him. when i ran my first 10K he ran 11K the next day to show off (he did apologize, but i still cant believe he actually did that shit). whenever ive met his friends and family, they are better at including me in the conversation than he is: he will leave me alone with people i barely know, to go do something else (and he knows that i have some social anxiety). he gets annoyed with me over things that he believes i do on purpose, but i dont (e.g. wake up later than him?? go pee before i make coffee for us?? when i forget socks when i sleep over, and ask to borrow some of his? same w phone charger and other stuff. and he usually ends up with saying "omg its just a joke" but i can feel that it isnt. otherwise he wouldve stopped doing it). sometimes he makes jokes at my expense or is just plain rude, and when i tell him to stop, he will tell me to grow up and accept a joke, and whenever i say he makes me uncomfortable/annoyed he says "i cant take that seriously" or "thats the fun part". he is horrible at picking up after himself, and will get annoyed with me if i do it for him (i cant stand mess, and he knows this.) he wont do the dishes for days on end in HIS OWN apartment, so whenever i come to visit, i usually end up doing them, cause i cant stand mess. and he ALWAYS comes out when theres like 1 spoon left and is like 'oh gosh nooo sweety, you shouldn't have done all that.. awww.. nooo, now i feel bad.. *hug, kiss* oh well' and then go back to laying on the couch).......

ofc he also has good sides, but now that i've mentioned all the crap i have a hard fucking time remembering it. but i know that he does. he gives good hugs, he can give great advice, he usually doesnt judge the stupid things i do. he knows my quirks and he likes cooking me food. he hates rubbing my back, and will get annoyed if i ask him, but he is good at it. he has nice eyes and a cute smile. he knows a lot about the things im interested in (but usually shows off his knowledge in a know-it-all kinda way). hes creative and has good music taste

ugh, i am so sorry for this long ass rant, but i just needed to get this off my chest... if anyone actually read all this, and has some advice or... anything... feel free to send a message or a reply or something idk

i feel horrible

#amy’s ⭐️ving adventure #ana trigger #tw ana diary #ed not ed sheeran #tw ed diet #thinspø #tw disordered eating #ed not sheeren #⭐️ve #⭐️ving #i will reach my ugw

[rainbowpui]

"SJ abused many talented disciples"

But it wasn't mentioned anywhere other than SY's chapters and I dont trust SY's pov on SJ especially not when he thought that SJ SA-ed NYY,SJ was in love with QHT, killed LQG and helped LBH to kill YQY.

LITERALLY SY is an unreliable narrator. he THINKS he knows everything about PIDW but most of what he thought at the beginning of the novel gets disproved. its... literally an important plot point that SY makes problems for himself bc hes too hung up on what he THINKS he knows about the characters. But like..... 99% of this is shown to be wrong....

in fact... realizing that almost everything he thought about sj is wrong.... is part of what makes him realize that what he has been thinking about LBH has been wrong too. why would we have to take his word from the START OF THE NOVEL about that when he discover he was wrong about everything else?

when sy wakes up all of sj's disciples were crowded around him worried and wanting for their shizun to wake up (except lbh). that.. doesnt exactly make me feel like they all hate him.

sy claims that sj was a lecher who lusted after his students..... but when we actually see sj's pov it turns out he isnt going to the brothels for sex but because thats the only place he can feel comfortable away from men bc of his trauma. we know its canon that he cares for nyy bc sy literally uses sj's care for her as a way to get around ooc and help lbh, but theres literally nothing to imply his affection is sexual in nature. sj saves qht and drags her away from the fire bc he feels indebted to her for being his only escape from the abuse by the other members of her household, not bc hes in love with her. even when saving her puts him in danger bc thats a loose end that can and does come back to bite him. tbh i cant say its canon that hes gay.... but he certainly doesnt seem to show any interest in women and gives "all of his loyalty" to another man and waits for him like a maiden waiting for her lover to return lol

we learn in the sqh extras that not only did sj not kill lqg in the caves but he tried to save him and just failed that time. we literally SEE sj save lqg on the mission with sqh and then get embarrassed and not even ask for credit for it.

sy blames sj for "killing yqy" but when we see the 79 extras.... he literally tries to push him away and tells him to leave when hes captured so that yqy stays safe and literally mentions that when he was FORCED BY LBH to write the letter he tried to make it obvious that its a trap. why is sj being blamed for lbh killing yqy just to hurt him???? sy CLAIMS to know everything about PIDW but literally the point mxtx is making by showing that sy is wrong about everything about sj.... is that maybe he doesnt know as much as he thinks... he thinks that lbh was the cause of the jinlani city plague as well and THAT is wrong too. (it was actually..... sy's fault. for releasing zzl.. OOPS.)

I dont care if he THOUGHT sj was like that at the start of the novel. hes not actually a reliable source!! esp at the start sj definitely DID abuse lbh. i dont think most sj stans will deny that or pretend that what he did was right. but.... we dont actually see him treat any other disciples poorly. if anything sy is the one making everyone else run laps and teaching them nothing to the point that sqh mentions that the disciples turn from "scholars" into "adhd children".... sy HIMSELF admits that its a good thing sj taught his students enough that they can basically run the sect on their own so that he can be lazy and do nothing and delegate to everyone else. i imagine that he might have been a bit strict as a teacher to the other students but thats not the same as abusing all of them. its literally just lbh he had an issue with

sometimes i feel like ppl didnt even read the same book when they take everything sy says at face value. hes a flawed character who is forced to rethink all the things he thought about BOTH sj AND lbh after witnessing sj's backstory makes him realize..... he cant actually assume he knows everything about these characters just bc he read PIDW. SQH himself admits that the sv universe is based on his rough draft, NOT on the dumbed down version that he was forced to write for the $$$ that sy ended up reading

somehow ppl can admit that sy was wrong about other characters but not about sj even when we see him proven wrong on screen??? its really strange... sj did SOME things wrong but not 99% of the shit ppl accuse him of

#svsss #shen jiu #shen yuan #asks

[luffyvace]

Izuku x male reader

This is fluff so it’s gonna be sweet but don’t expect only “cute baby Izuku 🥺” bc I’m writing accurate to canon him/manga him 😜

(Your a UA student in class 1A for these<3)

Izuku’s Love languages are acts of service and quality time

even though quality time sometimes get scarce because class A is hectic

its called quality time not quantity time

Its about how you spend your time together, not always how much

although I will say you make as much time for each other as possible

you guys train, eat, nap, jog, watch tv/videos together

And of course make lots and lots of jokes

you two have so many inside jokes class A doesn’t understand 😂

It fine you don’t explain it, it’s funnier that way

he does you lots of favors for acts of service

you really don’t even have to tell him!

its the little stuff like, cleaning up a mess for you, getting your jacket when he knows your going out, reminding you about tests and to study!

which on that topic you two study together when you can

but izuku is really busy and spends a lot of energy in the day

As we saw in some episodes he goes to sleep as soon as he makes it in his room

but he does his best!

your likely busy too! Like I said UA is pretty hectic

Even though he has a lot on his plate, he makes time for you

he does lots of little things for your relationship

weekly mental check ins where you sit down and talk/vent or chatter if the week has gone good

video game marathons/competitions

going out to events together likes pop up festivals

buying each other clothes spontaneously

(oops this is coming off really gn let’s switch it up<3)

when izuku realized he was in love with a male..

it made no difference

No fr mha is modern enough to have the clock app why wouldn’t this kinda thing be normal

he might not have realized he was bi before you though

originally he thought he was straight bc he always got flustered around girls

but when you came around and made him feel way more nervous than any girl ever had??

yeah you know that bi panic meme?

he got a slap of that

💥💥

Homophobes is not the worst he’s run into tbh so now that he stands up for himself, he will stand up for you and your relationship as well!

he doesn’t really have the best roasts or whatever but he certainly doesn’t let them get away with it!

forget them tbh let’s move on to a more wholesome topic 💗

Meeting inko!!

when she found out you were a guy she raised her eyebrows then slowly smiled

she was 100% supportive!!

izuku wasn’t really hesitant about telling her or anything because he knew his mother isnt judgemental

when she meets you she’s ecstatic!

she makes a savory dinner and probably shares way too many adorable stories about izuku’s past

Which he gets really embarrassed and you guys end up in his room after so she can’t keep rambling

random but I also feel you and izuku also read manga together

If you like it :)

training with him is..harsh to say the least 😀

like fr no holding back for either of you

If you don’t have a combat compatible quirk this is basically a one-sided beating

only playing!

but seriously he’s letting loose

”what if this was a real battle and you were in danger?!”

”ok but..your punching me like IM the villain”

you’ll be aight 🙂

He told you about his quirk depending on how soon you two met

If you met in middle school or before he likely told you like straight away

mb all might he couldn’t keep it in

if you met in UA, However, he probably either waited a few months after you became friends or started dating

he tells you when your friends if your instant best friends but if your just the occasional “hi m/n!” Then it’s likely after you two get together

pranks.

Yes they happen.

him to you, you to him

you still teenagers after all why not?

if your feeling a silly goofy mood what better to do than surprise your partner? 😋

oddly enough, once you get close enough in the relationship, I feel he’s the one that initiated them!

you guys only do innocent little things that don’t hurt anybody, of course

annoying each other also happens

not in the actual annoyed sense

just the type where your like “BRO STOP!!” But your still smiling 😂

like idk putting one putting their feet next to the others face typa thing

again still harmless

your never really mad at each other and you always make jokes and laugh it off in the end

heroes.

how could I not talk about this?

they’re his favs!!

not to mention I hope your fav hero all might..

bc one, his room.

and two, his rants.

like you’d have to explicitly state you either have a diff fav or are just tired of the rants bc…..bro will go ON.

If I’m gonna talk about heroes gotta talk about villains too right?

so izuku tells you that he wants to save the villains

and that he sees children in them

unhealed, scarred, children.

he rants to you about this on mental check in days

and you listen, he appreciates that.

he gets the feeling no one gets him in that sense, and even if you don’t at least you hear him out!

izuku so so so loves you!

it’s super sweet that you so so so love him too 💝

Writing for izuku is so easy! I love writing for my favs bc thoughts pop out like poop :)

(LOL). No seriously I wrote this faster than expected. Hopefully I clear drafts soon so I can open requests :^

#anime #anime and manga #luffyvace #anime headcanons #fluff headcanons #fluff #mha #mha anime #mha x reader #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #boku no hero acedamia #my hero academia headcanons #my hero academia x reader #my hero acedamia #boku no academia #boku no hero manga #mha izuku #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #bnha izuku #midoriya #mha midoriya #bnha midoriya #mha x you #mha x male reader #my hero academia x you #mha headcanons

[crossover-enthusiast]

first things first, obviously, the cult.

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lets go to skiddad first.

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ok. so, lilas husband. my guess is that throughout the years, he has been raised into cults. i imagine he became rather rebellious of this, and tried to abandon that life.

though, became too caught up, and eventually tried to get lila involved, POSSIBLY resulting in his death from fear from lila that he'd try to involve skid. my guess is skiddad is the right hand man of eyes.

theres not much i can grab there, BUT i think its worth noting the mannequin and the spiders, and how theyre probably related to skiddad. the mannequin is seen moving and/or trying to prevent people from escaping or hurting lila (sm6, sm5 where bob tries to catch her)

but, thats all i really got for him.

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now, bob velseb

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judging by this picture, i like to think bob came from a more wealthy family. though, this can just be him in a business meeting, or some other formal event.

my personal idea, is that he was raised in a wealthy family, and eventually left home to go venture outwards and find some quiet peace in wherever-the-fuck-sm-takes-place. small town n stuff.

there, he worked at boys & grillz, selling to kids all around town, and specifically lila. now, to me, its not exactly clear how or why bob got into cannibalism. from what i see, its not exactly a metaphor for anything (besides like, idk, the fact his name is a pun on beezlebub, gluttony) and my only guess can just be the cult. or he was just.. hungry LMFAO

but, what i find the most interesting, is that bob couldve been a family figure (or family friend) to lila. which could explain the theory i have, that lila is the one who caught bob and put him in jail in the first place. theyre close, and lila accidentally digging too deep or stumbling upon bobs secretive cannibalistic tendencies can explain why he went out to kill her (sm1). once thrown back in prison, having help of the cult, he escaped again and tried to hurt lila AND her child, but once again, failed. (and ended up getting fucking killed in the process)

also, i like to think that bob was.. probably found at a low point with his cannibalism, and given a chance out to join the cult. idk. he probably escaped on his own in sm1 though

his role does not seem clear to me, but i like to think he was skiddad's right hand man, and once he died, bob took his place. i mean, in my eyes, he must atleast be in some high authority.

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mr clown

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not even gonna lie, not too much on this guy lmfao 😭😭

though, it is known very well that he kidnaps and kills kids (unlike frank, who most likely.. just holds them for ransom tbh.) as suggested in pelos doodles (obv theyre not usually canon, but i feel like.. this one kinda is)

hes most likely of high authority/ranking in the cult, but is then killed off by jack. oops! (jesus, jack has a streak of killing cult members.)

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eyes

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my favorite one to explore so far, eyes. i love eyes, specifically because of the fact we know NOTHING of their ability and their reasoning of why they inhabit this earth. to me, theyre a parasitic alien. sent, or either just out of hunger to drain the planet. i like to think that they desire to grab the human race, and put it under their control. whether it be hatred, for sadistic fun, or just for their own satisfaction. maybe controlling humans factor into their feeding. who knows.

anyway, thats where the cult comes in. tricking and playing with humans, eventually getting skiddad to lead all these people along.

my idea of eyes powers, really comes down to this. this is only what we have seen throughout sm2-sm6

-stunning, dazing.

as seen to pump, kevin, hatzgang, and gregor.

-changing humans eye color when an inhumane presence is spotted or near.

this isnt tooo important, but i think it should be added. though, unknown why bobs eyes changed. could just be his relation to the cult.

-spectating through the stars

eyes is seen throughout the episodes looking out through the sky, this could be that they are fond of skid and pump, and want to see what danger they could be in. or, theyre just curious of the two little guys' lives.

-manipulation, brainwashingggg, hypnotizing?

this is kind of a stretch, but in the end credits, and in the end of the episode itself, gregor bows to eyes and most likely put under their control. end credits wise, gregor is seen with moloch, being held up while the cult is around them. gregor could be used as a tool to summon demons and eldritch creatures alike to help take over the planet. or wreck havoc. or whatever.

but other than that, thats my idea of eyes. thumbs up.... i wonder if they can die? otherwise everyones screwed lmfao

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john and JD (johns daughter)

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johns daughter is teased through pictures and drawings. it is either thought she died in the housefire in sm4, or was kidnapped, and is currently being held hostage. i like the held hostage situation better, because it adds greater stakes.

we dont know much about her, but she seems to be a bubbly young girl, and john is grief-stricken once he loses her. also, i feel its implied that he is divorced.

my idea, is that multiple cult members helped with the operation, and kidnapped JD while she was sleeping.

see, this is good (on the cults end) for multiple reasons.

while it doesnt remove john off their trail, it does deteriorate him with the loss of his child. though, if anything this makes him more determind to stop the cult.

BUT, they burned the evidence too, he is now rather powerless unless he gains all his evidence back, which would take a while.

idk. i imagine the cult try to bargain with john. and why i think of this, is because of the little poster thats likely to be a spoiler/hint for future episodes.

i mean, long hair, tealish smoke.. it could be JD being possessed? and john having to pick and choose between getting off the cults ass, or having his daughter back (and alive). shrug. thats just my theory.

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ignacio

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heavily implied to be with the cult, and implied to be the one who burned down the house, its also likely he called the cult on gregor.

also, if anything, ignacio seems to be of somewhat.. high ranking or authority. or in the medium range, as he was assigned to burn johns house down. he is the one of only cult member(s) that we know of alive. others include candy dealer, the thieves, and possibly gregor.

not much about him tbh. old ass man.

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gregor

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not much with him either, but its likely hes brainwashed to be apart of the cult and help along with their goals and stuff.

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skid (and a little bit of lila)

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now, this is awesome because theres a very clear tie to skid and the cult. especially with skiddad and stuff.

we know from sm2, that skid is immune to eye's stun/dazing, so this can easily lead us to the fact that skiddad was connected to the cult a little before skid was born.

also! i wanna make it super clear with how lila tries to erase skiddad from everything. countless photos torn apart (specifcally of skiddads face), even ones in the attic.

lila seems to be awfully protective of skid, fearful of the cult in its entirety, but also mournful of what her husband had become. and having to possibly murder him in fear and protection of her and her son being involved.

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the thieves and candy dealer

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now, holy shit, i was NOT expecting the thieves to be apart of the cult, but it does make sense. my idea is that they were sent to rob lila's house specifically so that they could retrieve anything of skiddad and cult related stuff.

their failed attempts seem to be irking candy dealer, and he gives them a good warning before going away. tbh. these guys are silly dumb dumbs. i love them.

ALSOO, that spider. right. do you think that was skiddad trying to scare them away....

candy dealer, i have no idea what the fuck is going on with him, (besides him. like. being a drug dealer obviously) but hes definitely of good importance. its nice to see him ^_^

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the cult necklaces

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i feel its worth mentioning these, as they seem like a bind to those in the cult.

i think me and @deadbatzz talked about this, but we had this idea that if anyone was bound to the cult (whether by necklace or just joining), theyd be like. sent into purgatory, no release from life, just frozen in this half dead and half alive state. yeah. (though, dexters another story, as he was like. possessed and then murder in their own body. AND not to mention the happy fella dolls, but those arent part of the cult.)

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closing, and one final theory.

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i saw this a while back on a comment, and for the life of me i dont think i can find it. i know it was probably on a video that pelo didnt make, but related to spooky month.

the theory is, is that the cult is powered, or just has some significance with candy.

eyes is seen eating candy in sm2, and bob is seen stopping multiple times in sm5 to eat candy. while this could just be him having a sweet tooth, i like the idea of it being much more. he even gives up literal victims for candy.

woofh. but yeah, thats... all i kinda have? sorry jf this didnt help for anything of trying to figure out whats going on with lore, but it was fun to spill my knowledge.

Oh my god dude this is fucking sick!!!! I love everything about this! I don't really have much except

Eyes/the cult having a thing with candy?? That... makes far more sense than it should, especially now that we know the CANDY Dealer is part of the cult. I like this a lot

Also the thing with Bob. The idea of him coming from a wealthy family is honestly really interesting, especially with how his house is in such a state of disrepair in Tender Treats

Him being a father figure to Lila is honestly the most gut punching, because like?? Imagine learning this man you looked up to for years is a serial killer! AND IS NOW TRYING TO KILL YOU!!!

Genuinely I want to know what the fuck happened with Gregor at the end, bc according to the ARG hub he went "missing". Apparently he wasn't even in the town for that long anyway, so like??

Just. A lot to think about.

ALSO I was thinking of them using John's daughter as a bargaining chip!! That makes too much sense! Though tbh I just don't want her to be dead-

#Spooky Month #Skiddad #Lila #Bob #Ignacio #Skid #Thin Thief #Fat Thief #The Candy Dealer #Hope #Theory #Analysis #Fave #I like this a lot

[intotheelliwoods]

Yes! To add: In both Medium Leos and Little Leos timeline the movie events happened, just the addition of the arm loss via Krang in the prison dimension ofc

@mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles

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For names stuff im just going with Big, Medium, and Little Leo accordingly!

And waaa thank you so much for the feedback! HA drawing all this stuff ahs been such a learning experience for me...

As for the whole, sacrifice ordeal? That will be shown later in the week and I think the scene will speak for itself... sweats

My heart also hurts!!!!

@alltheyearsblog

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Technically... theres 3 and a half aus aha!? (at least in my head...) Since yeah ofc theres the original idea I had for an ending, and the current working AU. The other one and a half both involve some form of Big Leo also being alive and well in the current time! Which I can talk about how those came about later in the week I believe?!

As for the og Leos, if im feeling the need to draw them/I am motivated enough then yeah you can still spot them! Though if you mean in the main comic.. we will see? Depends how even more insane I get later down the road whoops

@amazing-captain-castiel

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Yes! He knew he was going to break apart in some form, but that does not mean he would know what it would look like. The times Mikey did open a portal he was never there for them, and so never got to see what it looked like!

He also never got to feel it either... so partially recoil from pain/shock

I think deep deep down though, maybe he wanted to go somewhere else from their current situation. When Raph and Don helped Mikey make the portal to save Leo it was easy to push through the pain through their one goal, save Leo. With Medium Leo here, who is trying to even save anymore, himself? I think he lost a bit of his self worth a while ago...

As for Big Leos spirit, its... sorta in another place at the moment aha, a bit unreachable...

@wraenata

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🥺 and Medium Leo will try his damn hardest to be what Big Leo was for him... thanks for the support ough 👍drawing all this has been such a trip for me pfft

@wrenthefrog

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Looks at the peepaw multiverse.... ha thats going to take some explaining isnt it

@overthinkingintrovert-blue

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<3 I got possessed back in april and decided to feel brave starting this summer oops

#2 arms left #asks #sbndjkf also tysm for the positive stuff my anxiety be so high aha- #my poor heart can barely handle this as good as you all pfft #I think I gave everyone shock..... #eh thats what I get for experimental storytelling #all of this is still new to me pfft! #the more you know ig

[ann-writes-universes]

For The Better (Azriel x Eris x Reader)

A/N: Based on this ask! LIVING for an angsty/fluffy Azriel and Eris love triangle. (OKAY JK I accidentally posted this in a reply to that ask and had to delete it so the ask went poof, sorry anon. I hope you see this <3)

Warnings: My angst strikes again, mentions of possible infidelity, arguing, bit of asshole Eris (if you squint and tilt your head). 

W/C: 11.1k oops

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There is no way you could ever  love someone more. You decided this much as you stared into his hazel eyes, rimmed with gold and so full of life. He was everything you had ever dreamed of- kind, fiercely loyal, so utterly easy to be in love with. You had begged for something like this since you were a girl, and the gods had delivered in the form of him. 

“You’re staring at me.” He muttered, lips pulling into a smile as he pushed your hair away from your face. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, shrugging at the male as you leaned forward to steal a kiss from his chapped lips. 

“Sorry?”

“Apology accepted fair maiden.” Eris whispered, pressing you into the grass with his frame as he captured your lips once more. You gripped his sleeves tightly, allowed the Lordling to press you into the foliage below. Everything about this, about him, was perfect. You had loved him since before you could remember, since the two of you were old enough to grasp the concept and hold it in your palms. And he had felt the same, claimed you as his own the moment he could. And you had allowed it, let his fire consume you entirely. The bond you two shared was not that fated soul tie so many spoke of, but the kind that young love was meant to be- passionate, consuming, and fleeting. 

Ah yes, fleeting it had been.

You had loved the future High Lord of Autumn for thirty years. Had given him everything, and he did the same in return. Somewhere along the line, fuzzy as it was so many years later, the two of you had drifted- realized that it wasn't love you had shared but lust. You loved that flame haired male still, deeply and truly, but not in the way that lovers did. No- the two of you felt deeply for one another in a different way. In a way that allowed him to be overjoyed when your mating bond snapped with the Spymaster of the Night court. A way that allowed him to wish you well when you accepted the bond and married the angel of death. 

And it was a love that made room for what you felt for Azriel. 

If the love you had shared with Eris was a forest fire, the way you felt for Azriel was a comet, bright and powerful as it lit up the night sky. 

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“You are absolutely pushing my buttons today, I need you to know that.” Azriel laughed as he threw his book to the end of the bed. You smiled widely against his chest and tightened the bear hug you had on him. With a deep sigh the spymaster wrapped his arms around you and burrowed his head into your hair. 

“I just wanted attention, that's all.” You mumbled against his skin, relishing in the feeling of his arms tightening at your words. He hummed into your hair and pressed a firm kiss there. 

“Do you know how long we’ve been together now?” 

“A long time, why do you ask?” He replied, raising a brow as you sat up, straddling his waist. You pressed your palms firmly into his tattooed chest, traced the patterns there momentarily as you shrugged. 

“45 years is a long time, isnt it?” You mused, letting your eyes trail up his muscular chest until it reached his eyes. A brow was raised and his head was cocked to the side, night dark hair falling over his forehead messily. 

Gently he flipped you onto the bed, hovered over you and allowed his arms to cage you in. The male pressed a firm kiss into the column of your throat, sucked the pulse there momentarily before meeting your eyes once more. 

“Got a whole lot longer to go, if you’ll have me.” He whispered gruffly, eyes always searching. A smile tugged at your lips as you raised your arms to rest on his neck. You pulled him towards you, the tips of your noses meeting gently. 

“I’ll have you for as long as we’re around, shadowsinger.” And he kissed you then, deeply, letting his love shine down the bond ever bright, and long. 

~

“What could I possibly accomplish in the Autumn Court that Eris can not?” You questioned boredly, leaning further back into the chase lounge. You had been absentmindedly tossing a small ball above your head, and Rhys was watching it with piqued annoyance as you questioned his orders. 

“Eris can’t get any more information from the ladies of his court. You know them, they grew up with you, they trust you.” He repeated, as if he had not said this a million times in the last hour. 

With an exasperated huff you turned your head to face him, noted his slouched posture in the arm chair he had taken residence in. “What you mean to say is, politics does not make good pillow talk?” 

Rhys cringed outwardly and rubbed the bridge of his nose between two fingers. Oh, you were pushing buttons. “I'm only Kidding, Rhys. I’ll go. Been a minute since I have been home. I wonder what those tree loving, forest fuckers are up to.” You giggled, resuming your game of solo catch. 

“Good. You’ll leave today then.”

“Where are you going?” It was Az, striding past the living room. He stopped at the threshold of the room, pulling on a pair of dark leather boots. You caught the ball in a hand, cut your gaze to the winged male. 

Rhys sucked in a breath and stood, “I have to meet with some colleagues in town for lunch.” 

“Your only colleagues are us, Rhys.” Azriel deadpanned, raising a questioning brow when Rhys only smiled and strode out of the house. “He’s awfully flustered…”

You cleared your throat and sat up, “He’s flustered because I’m being sent home for the week.” 

Azriel barked a laugh as he finished putting on his shoes, “You are home, darling.” 

Smiling faintly you stood and moved towards him, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist as you stared up at him. 

“Not this home, shadowsinger.” Your words had his gaze hardening and the hands that had come to rest on your waist stiffening. He flexed his fingers, took you in with a soft ‘oh’. You only forced that smile resting on your lips to be a bit more deceiving, a bit more convincing. Tapping his waist you pushed away from him, urged him towards the door with a soft kiss. 

“I’ll be alright. I'll go see my mom, get the info we need, and come home to you.” 

He nodded, reached for the door handle as he watched you gather your things from the living room, “Are you going to see Eris?” 

Your hand paused, hovering over a book you had brought down earlier. Scooping it into your arms you did not turn to face him as you continued your task, “I have to, yes.” 

“I see.” He muttered. 

“Az-”

“No, it's alright. Inevitable I suppose.” 

You turned to him then, shoulders hunched and eyes pleading. “It's strictly business, baby. Nothing more.” You stepped towards him again, pressed a kiss to the corner of his downturned lips, “Besides, I’ve only got eyes for you.” 

It seemed to ebb his mind a little, because the dark male smiled and chuckled lightly. With a promise to take you to dinner when you returned, the Spymaster was gone for the day, leaving you to get ready and head off. 

~

The Autumn court had not changed in nearly half a century. Jewel toned leaves blanketed the ground, and the air still smelled like the perfect mixture of wood smoke and cinnamon. You were nearly giddy taking it all in, reveling in the familiarity as your horse made its way slowly down the Vanserra Estate’s drive. You were to come here first, make contact with Eris and rekindle your place as a court’s woman. 

It was no secret you had left long ago, though the reasoning had been hidden well by your flame haired friend. The eldest Edoril child had simply moved to the Day court to study magic, a lie eaten up by Beron and his court. 

Slipping back into his ranks would be easy, begged for, as being a child of higher ranking officials made you precious to the Tyrannical Lord of Autumn who had always wished for you to become the Court’s next heir producer. Though Beron knew nothing of the mating bond you had accepted, you had taken precautions to make sure he did not find out. Majda had surgically wounded you in her quarters before you left, and used a healing salve so potent that most (if not all) of Azriel’s scent had been masked. Upon your arrival at the Autumn court you had hidden your noticeably Night Court tattoos with extensive glamours. Of course, these measures would only go so far, and you hoped you could get what you needed relatively quickly. 

Before you, the forest manor loomed. Just as the rest of the court, it had hardly changed. It was still as beautiful as it had been when you were a child. Color exploded around it like flames, oranges and reds licking up the bright stone walls. A stream broke up the rolling front lawn and twisted off into the darkened wood beyond. The trickle of water and the soft music of the birds was the only sound as you approached, the gravel clattering beneath the hooves of your pale mare. 

As though he had sensed your arrival, there he stood. Tall and stunning as his home, Eris Vanserra awaited you atop the steps. Hands clasped behind his back, and a smile wide as the Sidra he watched as you dismounted, straightened your skirts, and made your way towards him. 

“Lady Edoril.” He greeted, bending low at the waist and extending a hand towards you. Ceremony be damned, you raced forward. Eris only had time to huff out a breathy chuckle before you were toppling into him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. 

“I’ve missed you.” You breathed into his hair, ever so politely he wrapped his arms around your back, squeezed tight. 

“And I, you.” His voice was a tight whisper as he sat you down and held you at an arm's length. Just like his court lands, he had not changed. The years had added nothing to his face other than a few more freckles and perhaps a scar or two. 

“How is he?” Eris asked in a hushed tone, glancing over his shoulder quickly before returning his gaze to you. 

“Wonderful as always, sends his regards.” 

The lordling nodded and took a deep breath. Offering your arm you nodded towards the entryway, “Are you ready for this?” 

“As I’ll ever be, Vanserra.” 

He chuckled, looping his arm through yours and leading you inside. As custom, several servants lined the entry hall, arms poised across their chests and faces hidden by dark cloths issued by Beron. What a pity it would be for him to gaze upon the faces of those he practically enslaved. The sight of them made you force down a shudder and physically pull a smile onto your features as Berron appeared at the end of the hall. The face you had grown to hate was wide with a grin that reminded you of an animal looking at its prey, and his posture was nothing short of defensive as you approached. 

The velvet of your skirts whispered against the marble below as you came to a stop and curtsied low, avoiding his eyes. “High Lord.” Your greeting was as formal as you could force it, and the polite smile and doe eyes you offered were so far from your current caliber that you nearly threw up on the floor. 

“What a pleasure it is to host you once more, (y/n). The Autumn Court has missed your beauty.” Beron spoke, and when his eyes raked over your figure, Eris noticeably stiffened beside you. Clearing your throat you cocked your head to the side, batted your eyelashes to hide the anger building on your features. 

“How kind of you, I am flattered.” You tried not to think of the male back home who would have ripped the bastard to shreds had he witnessed the exchange. Tried desperately not to think of what Berron’s head would look like detached from his shoulders. 

Eris nudged your side with his elbow, and nodded to his father, “Perhaps we should let her rest before the events tonight. She has traveled quite the length.” 

“Nonsense, Eris. The Day court is merely two days travel.” Berron jested though it came out in some terrible scoff.

“Events?” It was a question meant to steer the conversation far away from what you had been up to for the last 45 years, and when Berron returned his wolfish eyes to you it was clear it had worked. 

“A ball, in your honor sweet (y/n). Several members of the court have expressed great excitement at your return.” 

“Several?” You blanched, looking quickly to Eris who merely blushed and looked away, “I am flattered.” You grit it out, narrowly avoiding punching your longest running friend in the face in front of his father. 

So much for subtlety. 

~

After twenty more painful minutes of conversation Beron and Eris had dismissed you to a room to dress. They had provided a dress for you, hand picked by the Lady of Autumn herself. As you stood before the bed wrapped in nothing but a towel you stared at it, a pretty little thing of dark navy silk. The back dipped low and was secured at the base with a beaded sun whose rays curved around the hips. 

‘To honor the court which has hosted you’

The Lady’s note had read. And while the gesture was kind, the dark blues and stark gold of the sun reminded you not of the Day court but of the home you had left, and the sapphire Siphons Azriel adorned. You let a finger trail down the material, and wondered how you could secure the various weapons you had in a discreet way. 

A knock sounded at the door. 

“(y/n)?” Eris called softly, cracking the door enough to be heard, “Are you decent?” 

You glanced downward at your towel, “Uh, shit, One minute!” You called hurriedly, discarding the towel in favor of a robe. Tying it haphazardly you ran to the door to open it and usher him in, glancing down the hall to make sure no prying eyes had seen. 

“Yes?” 

When you turned to face him he was beet red, staring at your nearly fully exposed chest. With nimble fingers you clutched your robe tight and cleared your throat. Eris let out a hearty chuckle and flopped into a chair near the fireplace. 

“Not funny, dickhead.” You sneered, taking up your place at the vanity to begin getting ready. He had changed into a tunic of deep crimson, patterned with silver thread and beads, as well as dark trousers and boots. Atop his head he donned a silver diadem of twisted vines, characteristic of the next High Lord. 

“You've been home for two hours and have already nearly exposed yourself to me, must be something in the air.” He jested, lazing his head on the back of his chair. Your grip on your hairbrush tightened so much it nearly snapped the wooden handle. 

“Must I remind you that I have a mate who I love?” You didn't mean to snap at him, but when his reflection paled and his throat bobbed you softened. “I'm sorry.” You whispered, breaking his gaze in the mirror and returning to pinning your hair. 

“Don't be. I spoke wrongly.” 

With not a reply in mind you only nodded and brought up less meaningful conversation as you moved through the motions of getting ready. The two of you fell into conversation easily. You spoke of music, hunting, magic, and meaningless things you had been occupying your time with when you weren't doing important things. 

“Are you ready for tonight?” He questioned as you exited the bathroom, struggling to clasp the beaded sun on the back of your gown. 

“Yeah, it should be easy.” You grunted, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. “Could you help me?” You inquired, turning to face your reflection in the mirror above the vanity. The dress was stunning, hugged you in the right places without being vulgar (though you wouldn't have minded). 

“Of course.” Eris replied, suddenly impossibly close to your back. His stature was imposing, nearly a head taller than you his shadow swallowed you whole as his hands skimmed the length of your bare spine, stopping at its base to secure the clasp. 

“Eris…” You breathed quietly when his fingers lingered and his breath fanned your neck. Clearing his throat he stepped away, admiring you as you turned to face him. 

“Stunning.” 

The smile you offered was painful. The thrumming of your heart lurched as you noted the mourning look he viewed you with. You thanked him quietly and began strapping various daggers to your legs beneath the dress. 

“And deadly.” He added with a low whistle. 

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll kill you.” You chuckled, tightening a final strap before straightening. He held his hands up in mock surrender and offered a wink. 

“No harm in looking if I do not touch.” 

Rolling your eyes you held out your arm, “Escort me to the ball, Dipshit, before I send a message down the bond telling Az to castrate you next time he sees you.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

~

Berron’s opulence knew no bounds. That much was made apparent by the silks and various other fabrics in jeweled tones that lined the ceilings and snaked around the pillars of his ballroom. Faelights lit the length of it in a warm hue and music dark and lustful filled its space. Usually empty and ghostly the room was now buzzing with the vibrato of life, and as you entered at the side of Eris the room erupted in soft awe and clapping. 

You offered the crowd a smile, tightening your grip on Eris’s arm as you became painfully aware of how many eyes were on you. Eris dismissed you quickly, let you fall among the throngs of women you had grown up with to gossip and gain information. 

“Is Helion as beautiful as they say he is?” It was Arien, a male you had grown up with who quipped the question. The smile that curved his lips as he drank deeply from his glass was nothing short of playful if not a bit curious. 

You rolled your eyes and shrugged, “I suppose, If muscles and brain are what you’re into.” 

The male before you fawned, fanning his face and giggling with the ranks of young women who surrounded you. “Who doesnt?” 

“I guess you’re right about that.” You chuckled, turning your attentions to a dark haired female at his side. If you remembered correctly her name was Lucy. Much younger than you, she was the daughter of an Army Captain, High Ranking in Beron’s mounted battalion. She was characteristic of Autumn Court beauty, Chestnut hair that flowed and curled softly to the waist, dark doe eyes and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her perfectly sloped nose. 

“Lucy, correct?” You questioned innocently, twirling the dark liquid in your glass. Her smile was shy and she dipped her head in conformation. She would be easy to coax information out of, young and awestruck by the woman Eris had entered with. Briefly you thought she would be a perfect Lady of Autumn had Eris been like his father, impressionable, naive. 

“That's right!” You quipped, swallowing a bit of wine, “You’re Captain Jameson’s daughter!” She nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes, Indeed I am.” She offered. 

“I remember now. You were a little thing when I left all those years ago, my you have blossomed into a stunning young thing.” 

She flushed noticeably and held her chin a little higher, her gaze cut across the room to where you knew a gaggle of Vanserra boys were standing. Oh easy she would be. Finishing your glass you handed it to Airen and urged him to fetch you another, to which he happily obliged if only to get closer to the brothers in question. 

You followed her gaze, let the smile you were holding back curl on your lip as you crossed your arms over your chest, “Which one?” 

“Pardon?” She questioned with creased brows as she turned her head towards you. 

“Which brother?” You mused, not taking your eyes off of the red headed sons, “I must admit they are all quite stunning, but which one.” 

“Oh, none.” She blanked but you watched her lingering stare on Eris. And despite yourself and the mission at hand you felt a flame of jealousy spark in your chest before being snuffed by the bond lingering there. Swallowing thickly you chuckled and began speaking to her of meaningless things, slowly steering her towards conversation of her father. 

“Shall we walk in the gardens?” You inquired after several hours of conversation and dancing with Lucy amongst other females who had proven less informative than the Jameson girl. The question was directed solely at her, and the others took their dismissal lightly. Lucy nodded politely, and handed her glass off to a passing servant as you did. 

“I’d love to.”

As you linked your arm with her own and directed her towards the garden doors you subtly signaled Eris of your leave. He offered you a nod before continuing his conversation with a brother who’s name had long since been forgotten in your mind. 

“So your father is not in attendance tonight?” The question was harmless, “I would have loved to say hello after all of these years. Offer him my regards.” 

“Oh, no.” Lucy sighed breathily, admiring the various plants and ferns manicured to perfection along the stone pathway. Night had long since fallen and the cool breeze custom to the lands was licking fervently at every exposed inch of skin as you steered the dark haired girl further from the home. The music was slowly fading from earshot and the few fae that dotted the gardens were becoming few and far between as the two of you strolled. 

“What a pity.” The frown you forced was effortless, “Pray tell… where might he be? The High Lord made such a fuss over this ball I assumed all of his inner circle would be here.” 

She smiled sadly, picked a leaf from a passing bush and twirled it amongst her fingers. 

“He’s on the coast, surveying another fleet that was just finished being built.” 

You hummed your acknowledgement, noted the information in your brain. Before now you knew of only 6 Autumn Court Fleets. And now there were more? That Eris did not know about? You rolled the stiffness out of your shoulders. 

“I suppose if my father were still living he too would be doing the same. Our fathers were quite close, you know?” She brought you to an abrupt halt, far from the eyes of those who had lingered outside and the earshot of those inside. 

“I do, actually. Which makes me wonder why you're doing this.” Lucy deadpanned, unlooping her arm from yours and turning to face you fully. You cocked your head to the side, and the confusion that marked your features was not fake. 

“Pardon?” 

With motions so swift you could hardly track them the dark haired beauty had shot forward and wrapped a hand around your mouth. Flames, bright and painful, shot up your side as she shoved the sharp edge of a dagger into the junction of your ribs. 

The only noise heard between her fingers was a stark gasp as your knees buckled and you fell into her. From afar it looked as though you were old time friends, embracing for the first time in centuries. 

“For you to know my father so well, It shocks me that you would think of him as dumb enough not to send his only child through some sort of training.” She hissed into your ear. Your hands were grasping her shoulders so tightly that your knuckles were whitening, and the dark navy of your dress was growing soaked with the metallic tang of blood. 

Lucy drug you to a bench, deposited the two of you on it in a way that rose no suspicion. 

“For a girl who has studied magic for 45 years your glamors are weak.” She threaded the fingers of your right hand through her own and extended your arm to view the dark swirls and patterns that were now visible, the glamors too exhausting on your struggling body. “Night court, correct?”

“Fuck you.” You hissed through gritted teeth, groaning as she pushed her free hand into the gaping wound at your side. 

“How proud of me Berron will be when the future Lady of Autumn brings you to him!” She grinned, her eyes widening madly. You gaped, stared at her with an opened mouth and slitted eyes. 

You couldnt help the laugh that bubbled out of your throat. 

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” She urged, her blood stained dagger pointed at your stomach. With a raised brow you looked down at it. 

Azriel had prepared you for situations like this, and 45 years in a court known for brutality would not allow you to die at the hands of a little girl. Mustering what strength you had left you lunged. “Training” or not the dagger she held clattered to the stone pathway below and you had her arms pinned to the dirt within seconds. Your own blood smattered onto her emerald gown as you straddled her, grinning wolfishly at her shocked expression. 

“For you to have me figured out so well its quite naive of you to think the High Lord of Night would not have sent me to a training or two.” You hissed, pressing your knee into her sternum as she geared up to scream. 

“You have approximately five seconds to tell me everything you know about those fleets before I kill you and Beron Vanserra finds us both dead in his garden.” 

“I'm not telling you shit.” She hissed, struggling beneath the weight of your knee. You huffed a shallow breath and nodded. “Fine.” 

With a twist of your hand her left wrist cracked grotesquely and hung limply when you raised the arm. Her scream of pain was stifled by your free hand. 

“Your pretty little eyes are next, Lucy.” You whispered, dropping your head to be level with her ear, “And take it from me, Eris wouldn’t like a girl with gaping holes for eyes, bitch.” 

She let out a great growl and turned her head to the side, taking your ear between her teeth and ripping. You stifled your scream and sat back, keenly aware of the blood dripping down your neck. 

Boots crunched roughly against stone and suddenly eris was there, wide eyed and breathless. 

“What the fuck.” 

“Eris! Oh thank gods you have to help me she’s insane!” Lucy cried, suddenly producing tears. She was staring up at him from beneath you. Surely the two of you looked like wild animals, blood smattered and rolling in the dirt. 

Eris glanced around frantically, and when he was sure no one was around he crouched down and looked into your eyes. 

“I need her in the woods.” You whispered, nodding towards her form. Lucy’s brows creased as he nodded and clamped a hand over her mouth before hoisting her out from below you. She thrashed in his arms to no avail and when you stood the Vanserra son paled. 

“You’re bleeding.” 

“No shit, Eris.” You grunted, clasping a hand over your bleeding side. 

“No. You're bleeding a lot.” 

You glanced down, swallowed down the fear that bubbled up when you realized just how much blood was pouring from your side. It should have healed by now…Glancing at Eris you retrieved Lucy’s blade quickly and sniffed its blood coated tip. 

Eyes wide you looked to the female who was breathing heavily in Eris’s arms. 

“Sneaky little bitch covered it in fae bane.” You shoved the dagger into a belt on your thigh and rolled your shoulders, “Your death is going to fucking suck.” You hissed.

~

Getting the Jameson daughter into a deep enough part of the woods was like wrestling a wild animal. Even with Eris’s strength she proved to be a hassle, and with your wound Eris had to continuously slow down so you could catch up. 

With her firmly secured to a tree by Eris’s flame magic you stood before her. The trek had destroyed your dress, and you had ripped the side completely to have easier access to the knives strapped to your legs. 

“What did she tell you?” Eris questioned, cupping his jaw with a hand. His other was on his hip as he stared at the bound girl, brows creased. 

“That your father had been building naval fleets.” 

Eris looked at you, utterly confused, “How many?”

You looked to Lucy and grinned, twirling a night dark blade between your fingers. “Im about to find out.” 

“The fuck you are.” Lucy spit, a mixture of saliva and blood falling to your feet. You glanced at it with mild amusement before surging forward. Ignoring the pain that shot through your side you pressed the blade against her throat. She swallowed, the bobbing of her throat drawing blood against the sharpened edge of your weapon. 

“You either make this easy or I send you back to your daddy in pieces.” 

Eris whistled lowly and shifted behind you, “Thats kind of hot.” He muttered. 

“Not the fucking time.” You ground out, not once taking your eyes off Lucy’s. She glanced downward at your hand. 

“You won't do it. Too messy for you, hard to explain how I died at a ball hosted for you.” She was grasping for straws, growing nervous. 

“I wont?” You purred innocently with a cock of your head. She shook her head, a motion that had you whipping your hand down and dragging the blade up the length of her arm. The skin flayed open easily and her pained scream was swallowed by the shadows of the forest around you. 

“How many fleets?” You asked again, pressing the blade against her jaw. Her lips thinned and she looked to the sky. Nodding you pressed it against her jaw and drug upwards. 

“Hopefully Beron only hosts masquerades in the future.” You grimaced as she screamed. Blood sticky and crimson dripped down her chin and collided with your own as it flowed down your arm and to the forest floor below. 

“How many fleets? Your fucking fingers are next.” 

“FOUR.” She sobbed into your palm. Your fingers had curled around her jaw, gripping tightly. 

“Only four?” 

“Four and he is training 500 more mounted soldiers. That's ALL I know.” She was sobbing so violently that her tears were cleaning her face faster than the blood could flow. If she hadn't torn a sizable chunk out of your ear earlier you might have felt bad. 

“Good girl!” You sputtered, becoming more aware of the wound at your side whose pain had snaked from your waist into your chest. Glancing at Eris you nodded and stumbled away from Lucy who was wracking with sobs. 

“She’s telling the truth.” You whispered, clutching your side. 

“You're sure?” He questioned, glancing between the two of you. With deathly precision you swung backward and silenced her screams as you pierced the skin of her chest with your blade, dragging downward against the sickening pop and crunch of her ribs. 

“Gods I hope so.” You sighed, collapsing to the forest floor with a groan. Eris’ eyes tore away from the now dead female, his magic releasing her form to fall limply forward. Surging towards you he caught you before you could fully fall. 

“We need to get you to a healer.” He urged, hoisting you into his arms. You were limp in his arms and fighting off the darkness that had begun to cloud your vision. Panic was snaking down the bond, only noticeable now that you weren't focused on the task at hand. 

“Can you winnow me home, Eris?” You muttered. The words urged you to cough, blood smattering the sides of your lips as the air forced itself from your lungs. He clutched you to his chest tightly, his heart quickening beneath your bloodstained cheek. 

“It'll be quicker if I run, it's only a mile or so back, I can-” 

You clutched his tunic tightly and urged him to look at you, “My home Eris.” You grit out, eyes wide with panic. “If you do not get me out of here he will break every law known to come to me.” You were pleading with him to listen to you. The anger that was surging down the bond was proof of your words you wish you could communicate to him. 

“Its too far. You wont make it there.” Eris retorted, tears welling in his eyes as he took in the palor of your skin. You had grown uncomfortably cold in his arms and the chill of the night air was not helping your shuddering. 

“The forest then. Somewhere that the ordinance does not exist. He’ll find me.” 

Eris only nodded at your words, and then that tricky little fold in the universe was swallowing you whole. 

~

“What the fuck happened.” Azriel screamed as the world reopened. As though he had known you would come here he had appeared first. Flanking his sides were Cassian and Rhysand, angels of swift death clad in leathers and armed to the teeth. All three males surged forward as Eris fell to his knees, your body clutched close to his chest. 

“She was intercepted.” Was all he could get out before Azriel was dropping down to scoop your groaning form from his arms. Without thinking Eris reached after you with a snarl. His actions were met with widened eyes and a low noise that reverberated through Azriel’s chest. 

“I suggest you remove your hands from my mate before I do it for you.” He growled, pulling you away from the flame haired lordling. Eris stood, dark conviction overtaking his features. 

“Excuse me?” He snapped, stepping forward. Cassian moved in, quickly taking you from Azriel who whirled around to face Eris. With quick hands Rhysand began to try and combat the fae bane with what knowledge of it he had. 

“You fucking heard me.” Azriel punctuated his words with his hands as he shoved them roughly into Eris’ chest. The Vanserra grunted at the contact and surged forward, anger flashing behind his eyes brightly. 

One swift motion of his leg and Azriel had the heir on his back, knee pressed firmly into his sternum. There was a murderous rage so stark on the Spymaster’s features that Eris paled only slightly before he was baring his teeth and clutching the male’s knee. 

“I suggest you get the fuck off of me before I ruin this little agreement we have.” 

“Agreement be damned. You so much as look at her again and I will fucking kill you.” Azriel hissed. As he stood he pressed Eris firmly into the dirt once more, the lordling releasing a gasp of air as the Shadowsinger stood and rushed back to you. 

“We need to get her back to Velaris. My magic can't help her now. The faebane is in her bloodstream.” Rhysand whispered, his hands clutching the wound at your side. The blood which coated them had Azriel visibly pale. With a nod the four of you disappeared, leaving Eris alone in the dark, gasping for air. 

~

Cinnamon and bergamot. 

Tree filtered sunlight and the unmistakable kaleidoscope of reds and oranges that were your forest home. 

The smells and images corrupted you, sent you falling down a rabbit hole of laughter and lute music light and melodic. He was there, beckoning you forward into the water, despite how cold it was for this late in the summer. His laughter floated on the breeze like a bird’s song, calling to you. 

“Its not even that cold!” Eris laughed breathily, his bare chest glistening in the afternoon sun. You dipped a toe in, hissed at the frigid temperature, and scowled. 

“You're a liar, Eris Vanserra!” You giggled, crossing your arms over your bare chest. He rolled his eyes playfully and surged forward impossibly fast in the water. Before you could turn tail and run he was dragging you in with him, laughing huskily as you screeched and went under. When you reemerged his head was cocked to the side, a triumphant smile overtaking his features. 

“See? Told you! Not cold.” 

Without warning tears began to streak down your cheeks and he was paling. 

“(y/n)... No, I'm sorry! Don't cry, look here I can use my magic to warm-” Before he could finish you were grinning widely and jumping up to shove his head beneath the surface. 

“That was a cheap shot!” He gasped as he came back to the surface, auburn hair sticking to his downturned brow. You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled from your chest as he lifted you in his arms and spun you in the water, pressing a firm kiss to your smiling lips. 

In your mind, this day would mark the most perfect one in history. 

“Race you to the island?” You keened, nodding your head in the direction of land that took up the middle of the lake. A smirk curled at his lips and he nodded pushing you away from him so he could get a head start. “Cheater!” You called before diving under the surface of the murky water. 

Mud clouded water faded slowly and the warmth of the sun faded to night. 

“You ready?” Mor whispered, fastening the last button on the back of your dress. Jasmine and lavender overcame your senses, and the lake had melted into the dark blues and blacks of your room at the House of Wind. You smiled brightly at your reflection in the mirror, took in the image of yourself in the most stunning gown you had ever seen. 

“I think I am.” You replied, turning to face the bustling blonde. She smoothed the night dark silk of your dress, making sure it was picture perfect. 

“God you’re stunning. If Az hadn’t snapped you up I would have.” She jested, chuckling when you blushed beet red. 

In moments the room had faded away, replaced by that of the cabin. The dress had been discarded across the couch and the light of the hearth licked up the planes of Ariel's face. He was stretched out beneath you, humming quietly as you rested bare atop him. He had yet to complain about being splayed across the floor, and you certainly weren't complaining about the break. You stretched your right arm out towards the flames, admired the patterns that now took up the skin. Looping his fingers through yours he extended his matching arm. 

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He whispered, love and admiration flowing down the bond in waves. When you turned to him he was staring at you through dark lashes, eyes bright and hooded. 

Flushing you looked back towards the flames, a smile curling the edges of your lips. Freeing his hand from your grasp he gently clasped your chin between his fingers and turned your face once more. “I'm serious.” He spoke, voice gruff as he pulled you down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“You have ruined me, Spymaster.” You muttered against his lips, lashes brushing his own. 

“How so?” He questioned with a smirk. 

“I will never love someone as much as I love you.” It was a whisper, only for him to hear. He kissed you once more, deeply and lasting. 

“I should hope not.”

~

“Should it not have broken by now?” 

“In theory, yes.” Madja replied, rubbing a salve into your exposed side. Azriel’s brow furrowed and he leaned forward to watch, rubbing his hands together anxiously. 

“What do you mean, in theory?” He questioned, more bite to his words than he meant. When Madja cut him with a glare he raised his hands and leaned back, Looking to Rhysand across the room worriedly. 

“Fae bane is tricky. There's no telling how long it was in her system before you got her here. This fever could last hours or days. It takes time.” Madja informed, replacing your bandages with fresh ones before covering your frame with blankets once more. “The best thing you can do for her now is give her space. Let her body heal.” 

“Im not leaving her side.” 

Madja sighed and looked from Azriel’s convicted stare to that of Rhysand’s impassive gaze. 

“I’ll let you explain to him why its a bad idea for him to be here.” She mumbled as she exited the room, bags in hand. Rhysand sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. When he looked to Az the male only shrugged exasperatedly and adjusted himself in his seat by your bed. 

“Az-”

“I'm not leaving. She wouldn't leave me.” 

“Azriel you're connected. And before you say ‘no shit, dumbass’-” He fixed Azriel with a pointed stare who only shrugged, “On a deep level you are connected. Whether you like to think it or not you're suffering medically on some level because she is. The closer you are to her the harder it's gonna be for her body to fight off the infection.” 

Azriel mulled over the words, rested his forehead in his hands and tapped his foot uncharacteristically against the floor below. He glanced at your sleeping form through his fingers and then back at the floor, “Fuck.” He spat before standing quickly and striding towards the door before he changed his mind. “I’ll leave the room but I'm not leaving this house.” He spoke, glancing sidelong at Rhysand who only held up his hands in surrender and nodded. 

~

If you could have picked a moment to live in forever it would have been this one. 

The first time you had met Azriel you had known that he would be your forever. A few years after you and Eris had ended your love affair, he had brought you to the uncharted woods. He had explained its danger, instructed you to stay close as the two of you met with the Emissary of the Night Court. 

His beauty had struck you as something otherworldly, and it was safe to say that for the entirety of the hour your trio spent in those haunted trees you had not stopped staring at him. There was some sort of wicked beauty in the way his shadows curled around his shoulders and wings, whispering constantly about the unseen figures which lurked in the trees beyond. It was bewitching, really, to gaze upon the sculpted features of his tanned skin. Utterly captivating to hear the whiskey smooth lilt of his voice as he discussed politics and strategy with Eris. 

You had thought at one point in time that Eris was the most beautiful male you had ever seen. And while you still thought him beautiful, the beauty Azriel possessed was uncanny. Where Eris was a boyish pretty, not quite yet a man but malleable and soft- Azriel was hardened and forged. He had noticed you staring, had locked the image of your eyes and lips away in his mind to ponder on later. You didn't mind the fact that his shadows were more than likely alerting him to your lingering eyes, you hoped they were. 

You were nothing if not bold. 

At some point the morning sun gave way to afternoon and Eris ushered you towards home, bidding Azriel goodbye until the next time. 

“I hope you’ll be here next time too, (y/n).” Azriel added to his formalities with Eris as the two of you turned to head back to the Autumn court. You glanced over your shoulder, played coy with a dainty smile. 

“Of course, Spymaster.” 

~

Azriel thudded down the stairs, keenly aware of just how close Rhysand was behind him. Eyes not entirely seeing he navigated to the living room. Voices chattered quietly and above them all he picked out the lowest and stopped dead in his tracks. Bristling he halted, not flinching as Rhysand ran into his back with the sudden stop. 

“What the fuck is he doing here.” Not entirely a question the male pointed his Attention at Mor who swallowed thickly and looked away. Eris stood from his spot on the couch and dropped his hands at his side, no sign of fight left in him at Azriel’s sudden arrival. 

“I came to check on her.” Eris spoke, tone firm. 

Rolling his head to the side Azriel popped the bones of his neck and sucked in a deep breath before spitting out a harsh, “Shes fine, get the fuck out of my house.”

“I thought this was Rhysand’s house?”

“Oh you little basta-” 

“Enough.” Rhysand’s voice was cold as he shoved around Azriel and cut him with a cold gaze. He had raised his hands between the two males as though they were fighting dogs, an action that had Azriel nearly ready to scream. “This is my home and he is my guest. If you two idiots want to fight like children, take it elsewhere. I won't have it here.” 

And the look Azriel fixed his brother with was one of utter shock and confusion. When Rhysand offered nothing other than to lower his hands and slump into a chair he looked to Mor, and then to Cassian, and when neither of them could hold his gaze he tightened his jaw and nodded. 

‘He is her oldest friend. Think for a moment about what she would want.’ 

Rhysand’s voice floated into his mind, softer than it had been when he used it aloud moments before. Begrudgingly Azriel sat in a chair across from the couch, eyes never leaving Eris even long after the Autumn son had sat back down and began to talk to Mor once more in hushed tones. 

He hated him. Absolutely despised everything about the Vanserra. Of course he appreciated the political advantage he was giving them, respected him as a spy and a future High Lord. But no part of the Illyrian could give up the fact that he had loved you. Some territorial hardwiring in his brain short circuited everytime you brought the red head up- damn near caught fire at the thought of Eris’ hands all over you, of him inside of you. It had been years, and he knew you cared only for him- yet it dug a pit of jealousy in him everytime he thought of it. Part of the shadowsinger hated himself for the anger he felt towards the male, but any pity he had for the emotions he directed at Eris died when he pulled that little stunt in the woods. 

Eris had tried to take you from him- had held onto you when you had been in his arms. The memory of the hours past had him roiling with new rage, and his hand was wrapped so tightly around the wooden arm of the chair that it was beginning to splinter. 

Azriel only hoped that when you woke up the male was far away from the house, because he wasn't sure he could contain himself if Eris reached for you again. 

~

“Do you remember the day we met?” Azriel asked, watching your hands intertwine. Salt and seawater coated your skin, and the gentle sounds of waves crashing onto the shore lulled your eyes to nearly close. The two of you had spent the day on the beach, and when the sun had started to bid the world goodnight you had stretched out on the still warm sand. 

Far behind your heads the lights of Velaris were beginning to blink on, and the sky was becoming a myriad of purples and oranges as the sun sank lower and lower. 

“Of course I do. You didnt speak to me.” 

Azriel huffed a sigh and propped his head on his hand, dragging the other down the length of your side. 

“It was a business meeting. Of course I didn't speak to you.” 

“Are you saying that because I’m a woman?” You smirked, breathing a laugh when he rolled his eyes and sighed with exasperation before falling onto his back. 

“Thats not what I meant, and you know it.” 

He sat up, moving so he was hovering over you and leaned forward, relaxing his weight onto his elbows, “I know. I just like giving you a hard time.” you breathed.

“Oh, I know.” 

“What does that mean?” Your brow raised and he chuckled despite himself. Reaching forward he pinched your cheek gently and shrugged. If you could do it any form of justice you would paint the image of him above you right now. The way his hair flopped messily into his eyes and the way the pinks and oranges of the setting sun haloed him so perfectly. The colors shone like stained glass through the membranes of his wings and without fully thinking about it you reached up and ran a gentle finger across their expanse. He shuddered beneath the touch and watched your eyes track the motion. 

“You're beautiful.” You whispered. 

“And you are the most stunning thing I have ever seen.” He leaned impossibly close, the ghost of his breath tickling the shell of your ear, “I need you to wake up for me.” 

“What do you mean?” Your smile persisted despite your confusion as he sat back and stared into your eyes. 

“I need you to wake up.”

~

Darkness had swallowed the room whole. 

At some point Mor had gotten up to light the faelights which now cast an eerie glow on the room. Rhysand had come and gone, replaced now by Cassian who was arguing with Eris over some play they had seen half a century ago. 

“Im telling you the main chick died.” Cassian huffed, throwing his hands in the air for added dramatics. 

“No she fainted, it was for dramatic affect!” Eris retorted, raising his brows. Azriel sighed and leaned his head against the back of the chair. If it weren't for you in the room upstairs he would have slipped out of this house and into the city hours before. After the first hour of the males’ conversation he had decided undergoing torture at the hands of the Bone Carver would have been better than sitting in this room waiting. 

“She didn't die or faint, she was poisoned by the King and survived.” Azriel bit out, “Now can the two of you shut the hell up?” 

Eris cocked his head at the winged male, “We’re just trying to have a bit of fun. Could you lighten up?” And the whistle Cassian blew out was nothing short of a ‘oh fuck here we go’. 

“Excuse me?” Azriel questioned. He was still lounging in his chair, legs sprawled and head resting in his hand as he replied. Eris was the opposite, poised to strike. The red headed fae’s shoulders were tight, his eyes lit with a challenge he was dying to pursue. 

“I said. Lighten. Up.” He punctuated his words firmly, and stood just as Azriel did. Mor stifled a groan and retreated further into her corner of the couch, content to watch this play out rather than shove herself between the two. 

What Eris lacked in physical strength against Azriel, he made up for in swiftness. This much was made clear when the shadowsinger surged forward and narrowly missed grasping the lordling's throat. He was blinded by rage, a downfall that made it easier for Eris to grasp his shoulders and hold him at arms length as the illyrian slammed him into the nearest wall. 

“I can't stand you, prick.” Azriel snarled, shoving his elbow into his opponent's throat. Eris was putting up a good fight, causing the spymaster to sweat as he grappled against his hold. “You’re arrogant and too touchy with females you have no right to.” 

And despite himself a smirk curved the edge of Eris’ lips, “Funnily enough, (y/n) never complained about how touchy I can be.” 

And even the shadows in the corners of the room fell silent as Azriel was overcome with bitter rage. All Azriel could hear was ringing as he wrapped his hands around the pale male’s throat and began to squeeze. Eris coughed violently, swinging his free arm around to plant his fist firmly into Azriel’s neck. The winged male faltered, just enough for Eris to send them both tumbling to the ground. 

Glass splintered on the hardwood as someone's leg swept an end table into the wall. As the two rolled around on the floor, furniture moved and curtains were ripped from the walls. The metallic tang of blood was beginning to overpower the lavender candles Mor had lit, and Rhysand’s brand new rug was being torn to shreds while the two roiled.

“Maybe we should stop them.” Mor spoke, arms crossed over her chest. Cassian stood similarly beside her, safe in the threshold of the slowly deteriorating room. 

The General weighed his options, winced at a particularly nasty blow landed by Eris, and then shook his head. “Nah. Needs to be done. Once they get this out of their systems we should be good.”  

Mor grimaced as Eris cracked Azriel’s head against the floor, “I fear Rhys will have to move once this is over.” 

“I feel sorry for (y/n) if this is what she has to see every time you're on top.” Eris grit out from beneath Azriel who had his hands wrapped firmly around his throat. 

“Keep her name out of your fucking mouth.” Azriel punctuated every word with a crack of Eris’ head against the hardwood. The male groaned, heaving against the spymaster’s hands. In the threshold Cassian and Mor watched with twin looks of concern and interest. 

With no warning at all Eris released a great cry and shoved his competitor to the ground. Each male took heaving breaths. Laying on their backs, wincing and wheezing they stared at the ceiling. 

“When you two assholes get your shit together. See me outside.” Rhysand suddenly spoke. Mor and Cassian froze, both slowly turning their backs to face the High Lord of Night who had suddenly appeared in the entryway. His face was a mask of cool anger, and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. 

Both Eris and Azriel cleared their throats, stood, and followed Rhysand out of the house. Feathers, torn from throw pillows, floated gingerly to the ground and Mor heaved a great sigh. 

“We’re cleaning this up aren't we?”

“Oh yeah.” Cassian huffed. 

~

“Have you lost your FUCKING minds?!” Rhysand seethed, the end of his question dying off as a couple strolled down the street opposite the trio. He smiled tightly at them and offered a wave. Once they were safely out of earshot the High Lord turned to the battered males before him. 

“(y/n) is upstairs, fighting for her life. What if she had woken up to you assholes destroying my house?” His brows were raised, arms crossed over his chest. Azriel thought briefly that he looked like a father scolding his insolent children. 

“He started it.” Eris seethed, still bristling with anger. 

“The fuck I did.”

“I dont care who started it. I'm finishing it. Get your shit together. If you care about her, act like it.” And then he was gone, shoving between the two to head towards the house. On his way he reared back and slapped both of them across the back of the head. The males released twin groans and watched as he disappeared into the ruble that had once been his entry way. 

~

Sunlight, warm and new cast soft shadows across the room. Your bedroom was glowing with morning light, and you watched as the colors of your stained glass lamp danced on your sheets. 

Raising a hand you let the rainbow of hues decorate your skin. The ache in your side was persistent, though not as painful as it had been in the Autumn Court. There was a dull throbbing in your ear, and you were relieved to find it whole when you raised a hand to inspect it. 

“You know, you could have just killed her.” 

You drug your gaze away from the kaleidoscope at your bedside, and locked eyes with Azriel. He was sitting at the foot of your shared bed, shoulders hunched and face battered. 

“I did.” You replied, voice gruff from misuse. The male before you smirked and nodded, turning his gaze away from you. 

“Eris had to burn her body so her father wouldn’t question why she was flayed open like a prize fish.” 

You couldn't help the prideful smile that curled your lips. You bit back the comment you wanted to let free, about how the bitch deserved it. Clearing your throat you gingerly kicked his side with your blanketed foot. 

“What happened to your face?”

“Eris.” 

“What?” You sat up, wincing at the soreness that combated Madja’s healing. Azriel turned quickly, reached out for you but was swiftly dismissed with a wave of your hand. “I'm fine.” 

“Lay back down.” Azriel commanded softly, moving around the bed to stand at your side and gently shove you back into the pillows. To ease the worry in his eyes, you complied. 

“Eris is here?” You questioned him again, raising a brow when his jaw tightened and he looked away. 

“Yes.”

“I’d like to see him…- to thank him.” 

Ariel's eyes widened and he blanked, “thank him?” 

“Well, yes. He saved my life.”

Azriel scoffed and moved towards the window, turning his back to you. “Eris is the entire reason you were in that situation to begin with.” 

You sat up once more, but began to stand this time. Muscles burned with the stretch but worked all the same, and it took you no time to be out of the bed and tugging on shoes. “I am the reason I was in that situation, Azriel. He is the reason I made it home.” You pulled on his shoulder, forced him to look at you. Cupping his face you brought it down to your level, ignoring the wince he let out when you gripped a particularly sore bruise. “Do you hear me?” 

“I hear you.” 

“Then where is he?”

“Downstairs.”

You nodded, pressed a firm kiss to the corner of his bruised lips, and turned tail for the door. The general functions of your body were kicking back on as the fae bane evaporated from it completely. You were moving quicker, yet still not quick enough to evade your mate's grasp as he reached for your retreating elbow. 

“Yes?” You quipped, hand hovering above the door handle. 

“You’re going to be really pissed at me when you go downstairs.”

“You hit him first didn't you?” 

“He deserved it.”

~

Eris was sitting in the rubble that had once been the living room, leaning heavily on his elbows as he hunched over on the couch. You took in the room with wide eyes- the apologetic look in Azriel’s eyes and the guilt on Eris’ own features was enough background information. 

“Well you two sure know how to spend your free time.” You muttered. 

“I'm glad you're alright.” Was all Eris said as he stood, quickly enveloping you in a hug. Azriel made a noise of quiet discomfort from behind you that had Eris pulling away with a worried glance over your shoulder. 

Ignoring the brooding male behind you entirely, you focused your attention on Eris. “You saved my life.”

“I wouldn't say that.” He muttered, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. 

“Had you not come to find me, Lucy would have overpowered me in minutes.” You retorted, rubbing a hand over your side. “You saved my life.” 

The lordling’s lips thinned into a tight line and he nodded curtly. He had looked better, that much was certain. Azriel had busted the male’s lip, and left him with two mighty large black eyes that were beginning to fade as he healed. Judging from the way his right shoulder was sitting it was fair to assume your mate had dislocated it… at least once. 

You turned to your mate then, took in his injuries. Eris had held his own. Azriel, too, was sporting a black eye and busted lip. It took everything in you to suppress asking if they were fucking or fighting on the living room floor. 

“Is anyone going to tell me why the living room looks like we hosted wild cats for a week?” 

The two males shared a glance over the top of your head, and it was Eris who sighed and loosened his posture. 

“We got into a disagreement,”

“A disagreement ruined the rug I just bought Rhys?” 

Eris flopped back into the tattered remains of the couch and groaned at the impact. Moving around you, Azriel sat in the only chair that had survived their brawl. You watched them with your arms crossed over your chest, brows pulled tight, and patience quickly thinning. You imprinted this moment in your mind, would use it as a reminder to wait for kids in the future. 

“Why did you argue?” 

A shared look again. 

“So it was over me?”

Eris huffed a sigh and Azriel shifted uncomfortable in his seat. 

“I said things that were out of line.” Eris spoke through his fingers. His chin was perched in his palms, hair mused from how violently he had been running his hands through it. 

“And I reacted insolently.” Azriel added, staring up at you. 

Eris looked to your mate, stared at him before dropping his eyes and groaning. “No. You reacted to a male being possessive over your mate. It was completely warranted.” 

Your eyes were wide at the admission, and you stared at him slack jawed. “What did you say to him, Eris?” 

“A plethora of things that no longer matters.” 

You couldn't help but sigh, kneeling to the floor you cupped Eris’ face in your hands. His gaze softened and he brought a hand up to touch your own. Azriel clutched his hands together, his foot drumming incessantly against the floor. 

“Eris, I love you.” Azriel made a noise of distaste that you silenced with a stare, “But not in the way I love Azriel. And I need you to understand that the things I told you in your home were not a threat, but a promise.” 

The red-haired lordling paled and you cocked your head, “You are my longest friend, and my closest confidant, but he is my mate and I choose Him. I will continue to choose him until the day I die.” A tear slid down your cheek, and he faught the urge to brush it aside. 

“Please. I am begging do not give me a reason to never speak to you again.” And when you finished speaking he nodded breaking your hold to stand and brush off his pants. 

“My deepest apologies, once more.” He nodded this to Azriel, and stared at you kneeling form a moment longer before leaving the river home. You let the silence of the room wash over you, your hands now unoccupied resting on your lap. 

Azriel began to speak, but when you turned to him crying he only quieted and moved to sit on the floor beside you. You allowed him to pull you into his lap, to hold you close as you cried silently. 

“Im so sorry.” Azriel whispered into your hair, gently rubbing your back. “This is my fault.” 

“No-” You sniffled, reaching up to grasp his still bruised cheeks. “No. I should have set that boundary long ago. I’ve known how he has felt for years, and yet I hoped it would fade.” You chuckled then, a mournful sound. “How selfish of me to assume.” 

Azriel only held you in silence, perched in the rubble of the living room. 

You knew that the boundary you had set was not unfair. Knew that in a million other lifetimes you would still choose Azriel, but Eris’ lingering absence still managed to tear a gaping hole in your heart. 

~

“Why are you here?”

Azriel was cloaked in darkness, the hood concealing his features lilted with shadows that whispered and creeped. Eris stared at him, bow lowered from where he had nearly sent the arrow home into the spymaster’s chest. His horse snuffed impatiently, stamping the ground anxiously as those shadows crawled along the ground. 

Azriel was being reckless, breaking several laws to be on the edges of the Autumn court’s forest border. Reaching upward he dropped the hood, stared at the mounted lordling before him and sighed. 

“We need to talk.” 

“I dont think we do.” Eris huffed, slinging the bow across his back and urging his horse back into a walk along the perimeter of his lands. Azriel trailed closely, grabbing the reins and forcing the steed to stop. 

“Please.” His tone was so pleading that Eris relaxed in the saddle. Still staring at the forest beyond he uttered a harsh ‘speak.’ 

And speak, he did.

~

No amount of warning could have prepared you for the scene in front of you. Standing in the threshold of a balcony at the House of Wind was a windblown (slightly petrified) Eris, and a coolly composed Azriel. 

“Why are you here.” It was directed to Eris. 

As he stepped forward you clutched the books you held against your chest and shot him a warning glance. He stopped in his tracks, looked back at Azriel who only nodded and encouraged him to continue. 

“I just came to say that Azriel and I spoke.” He swallowed thickly, “And I want you to know I am sorry. And that I am going to respect both you and your mate, if you’ll have me.” 

You stared at him, and then looked back at Azriel. 

“And I'm going to stop picking apart everything he does involving you.” 

You watched between them, focused on their words. Nodding slowly you moved away from them, headed towards the balcony doors opposite where they stood. You had a table out there, cleaned and ready to read at. 

“Are you going to join me, or not?” 

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[disappointing-my-kid]

Im sorry I think I heard someone say angel Luigi? Like oddly born with wings? Learns to hid them? Magic? Maybe some sort of creature that latched on to baby Mario’s cries as a child? Shifted to match him but has the wings? Maximum Ride vibes? Hmmmmm. Trigun vibes? Maybe a lil bit of both!

Ok hear me out. But I warn you this isnt my typical post. Im tired and cold so it’s a mess but maybe ill clean it up later. Who knows.

Mario’s family was super freaked out at first but accepted it cause of how much it helped Mario. Like maybe he was sickly as a baby but this odd creature who looks like him is helping. Doctors told him he was gonna die. Now it’s a miracle. So they just raise Luigi too. Well guarded family secret. Maybe thats why Mario is so protective of his brother. Their mother believes Luigi an angel sent to save her lil baby boy. Their father thinks him a demon who will one day eat their little boy. Why else would it be helping if not for it’s next meal he claims. Luigi has no idea why he was sent here. Never a good enough reason for their father. Maybe their mother and Mario are the only two who really accept Luigi, rest of family share the fathers pov.

Idk how to tie this into bowuigi but just let me think of the middle part for now think of the end game!

Bowser finds an injured winged Luigi. Slap that man in a bird cage. Oops thats Luigi’s biggest fear. (Did you papa traumatise you Luigi or was it just me) anyway mans having a horrible time at all the bird puns. Yoikes hes heard those before get creative Bowser smh. Oops did he say that outloud? Well now Bowser is pissed. Someone is lucky their so pretty up in that cage. Oops did he say that outloud? Well now Luigi is blushing. GET THIS MAN SOME SKIPPY CLOTHING AND A GOLDEN CAGE NOW! Well now Luigi is mortified and horrified. Hes just a decoration now. Or a pet! Awww maybe they can give him a little collar. Oh how humiliating. Whats he got left now? Probably no more tears at this point. Hey Bowsers new pet doesn’t look so good. Oops someone stopped eating. Maybe actually be nice idk man you killing Luigi from the inside. Look at those soulless eyes. You did that Bowser you happy?

Cut to Bowser trying to bring some life back to Luigi. Awww hes making sure hes ok. Getting him food. An actual bed? A room? Who said the beast doesn’t have a heart? This is how Luigi remembers the story. Though he doesn’t understand why Bowser had a change. Of course Bowser saw the soulless eyes of someone begging for death and realised he done fucked up. Of course he never thought he would have greenie over this long anyway. Wheres that red pain in his side. It’s been ages? (Oops Mario is injured and thats why Luigi had his wings out. From protecting his brother. Maybe ill put Mario in a coma for sillies)

Anyway ever so slowly Luigi gets some pep back in his step. Though hes clearly more reserved. The kids (yes plural) helped. But Bowser can see the longing in Luigi’s eyes. The way the man just looks to the sky like an old friend. They had just started really getting along too. But if you love something set it free right? So he does. And Luigi doesn’t even hesitate. The moment he is uncollared (yea baby thats last to go lmao) and outside. The moment Bowser tells him to go he just takes off. As fast has those beautiful wings can take him. Can I get an F in the chat for Bowser and his broken heart.

Luigi is frantic to see how his brother is. Consumed with worry almost his whole stay in Bowsers castle. He could feel their link, their bond, and knew his brother needed him. Of course once he reaches Mario and grasps his hand Mario wakes up. Awww brotherly love (and nothing else ya goobers) is a magical sight. Literally Luigi is glowing and has wings. Neat says princess Peach.

Maybe once he is sure his brother is oi he can feel love sick about Bowser. And misses the kids. Now it’s Mario’s turn to see the longing look in Luigi’s eyes. Mario’s turn ti tell Luigi it’s ok to just go. Though he better tell his brother whats going on when he gets back. But maybe since im such a kind god ill make it painful for Luigi to show his wings. Like painful when they sprout. So he just walks to Bowsers castle. Who is probably smad. Lmao hes sad and mad. Though word filtered in of Mario being in a coma and he figured thats why Luigi needed to go. Anyway hes probably relieved to see Luigi back. So relieved he can feel mad about not even getting a goodbye. Oopsies. But they will make it. Im sure of it.

Ok I know this post is a mess but man I had to get this idea out of my head. I wanna draw it. And I just might.

#luigi #prompt post #winged au #Bowser #bowuigi #mario #angst #idk how to tag this one

[general-du-vallon]

i started making a fic once where aramis holds his baby and thinks like 'well i did one treason how worse could it be if i stole this baby away', and he thinking about he could put another baby in its place and then i thought WELL WHY NOT

Anyway now am thinking about the stolen baby au

Porthos waiting on a horse to spirit the baby away (just have the image of him waiting in the dark. He takes the baby cus like i s2 final where he rides off alone to be heroic)

Aramis having a moment to talk to Q.A (quee ann) before the baby is born and saying it as a joke and they both just look at each other

the other musketrs being like 'u decided what now with Q.A?!'

where they gonna get a baby?! well. Porthos can be like 'i know a guy'. I'm sure Flea could find them a baby needing a nice home.

Aramis being like '...and then i will slide the baby in' and Constance being like 'uh huh mm hhmm. WHILE THE QUEEN IS HAVING THE OTHER BABY?!? HM?!? u gonna GO IN THERE WHILE SHE PUSHES A WHOLE HUMAN OUT OF HER?!'

aramis after constance rant, as if there been no interuption 'and then constance will swap them' and constance being like THAT IS WHAT i THOUGHT

I mean the baby is already not king of france so who cares?! it could be ANY baby. Who says this ISNT what hapened?

anyway one of the big reasons i think this is hilarious is we already know there's a safe place for accidental french not-quite-heirs cus that's where Agnes and Henry went.

Aramis and Agnes and king of france (but louis did it instead) and the king of france (but random baby from court of miracles did it instead).

aramis giving in his commission; 'GONNA GO UH.... JOIN A MONESTARY. THATS IT. THATS RIGHT. THAT'S WHERE IM GOING'.

imagine in s3 if he was in that monestary and the others staring around at the hundred of babies aramis is sherpherding about like 'is it that one... is it that one... is it that one' (I know this is diff to the living in bliss with agnes plus king 1 and king 2 like the cat in the hat. but whatever. Did i say it all has to cohere?!?! HUH!?!)

it is actually surprising to me hwo much i could just... slide this into canon. That's really funny. Aramis coming back to paris with a couple of refugee babies and beingn like 'and this one I'm keeping FOR NO REASON he gonna live with me. um. better. really. nenver ever go to the palace. eek'

It would be fun reversal. Q.A sneaking into the garrison to see her baby. aramis being like 'you so really absolutely totally cannot be here' standing at the end of a corridor full of men used to living in barracks like not entirely dressed and sort of being awful all like O_O O_O O_O like those picures where the light in rats eyes.

Q.A being like 'and now this is aramis he is coming to court to be honoured and the king has decided in his generosity that aramis's baby is coming also and oops louis jr just happened to meet him oh look at that oh dear i tripped over and my two babies are friends what a big oopsie daisy no aramis i didn't do anything at all'

Q.A loves BOTH her babies. for the record. baby number 2 is GONNA BE LOVED.

I think porthos watching the king dote on miracle court baby would be fun. Porthos "shall we show him what being poor in paris is really like" du Vallon.

the king doesn't know. the king doesnt care.

the rest of the show can be p much the same. tbf i only watched bits of s3 and skipped a lot of the more plotty stuff so i dont actually know this. the version I watched could fit this change easy and who cares what other ppl watched.

Sylvie being like 'he is the king of france' abt the dauphin and constance being like '....well. technically u r correct. but. uh.' and sylvie being like 'this is another of those treason things isnt it' and constance like 'a bit' and sylvie like 'yesssss tell me tell me'

#bbc musketeers #aramis #just tell me im a genius and be done with it this is super smart of me #if aynone wants to write it go ahead #if i ever wrote it fair warning it'd be about porthos. somehow. just like. if it ever pops up and u think #OH SAXI WROTE THE FIC YAY ARAMIS! that is a lie do not be decieved #just had to edit this cus. saxi is me. my ao3 is saxifactumterritum and i is what i am in habit of refering self as in 3rd person.