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Notice Me! | Part two | Azriel X Freader

Azriel x Freader | Part one

Summary: Azriel courting oblivi reader

a/n; Heyy! This is the last part guys! Hope you enjoy 🤗 also I really recommend looking up the meaning of the flowers after you read. 💕

content/trigger warnings; food, cussing, kissing, one or two use y/n, no smut BUT some lust and hints to masturbation, Azriel pining, Cassian being sassy, FEM reader (if you’d like me to make a another post with male reader, message me!) she/her pronouns for reader, rain mention and I think that’s it. If I missed something, feel free to message me on it!💗

You are in a warm bath, infused with the scent of essential oils, a perfect remedy to the grime from your training. You shake the thought out of your head, cursing yourself. Azriel didn’t like you like that. Cassian kisses Feyre on the cheek all the time, so why did it mean anything different if he kissed you? It didn’t mean anything different. But still, ever since he had left for his mission you found yourself running your fingers over your cheek.

It felt as though your skin was ablaze, heat gathering in your thighs. You abruptly reached towards them, water splashing. Halting yourself, you felt a surge of guilt and shame. If Azriel knew what you were thinking, he'd avoid your gaze forever. The thought made you feel sick. You groaned aloud, resting your head against the edge of the tub. You longed for him, missed his enticing cooking and physique. No, just his cooking. You chastised yourself again. Bad thoughts!

Goosebumps arose on your skin. The water had become ice cold. You rose from the water, letting the air chill your skin. Your nipples hardened, and you wondered if it was from your imagination or the cold air. You quickly leaped from the tub, landing on the mat. You wrapped your towel around your body after drying your wet hair.

Your bare feet padded against the floor as you walked out of the bathroom, letting the house magic take care of the leftover water. Your room felt warmer upon entering, soothing you. The room smelt like musk and bourbon. Like Azriel almost. You shivered with delight, stepping to your vanity. You reached for your hair brush, looking into the mirror only to be met with horror.

You yelped in shock, turning to face the shadowsinger. He sat on your bed, holding one of your books. His wings were spread lazily on your covers. He huffed a laugh at your reaction, grinning. “That’s certainly not the welcoming I was expecting.” He concurred smugly.

“Azriel..” You muttered. He was early. And you hadn’t expected him to be here. “How long have you been back?” you asked. He smiled.

“I’ve been here for fifteen minutes waiting for you to get out of,” he paused, his eyes trailing down to your body, “your bath..”

You felt your face heat, suddenly realizing you wore nothing but a small towel. Your body was glistening wet. He looked you back in the eyes with a small smirk.

“Oh cauldron!” You squeaked, wrapping your arms around your body more tightly. He laughed, heartily. Azriel shook his head before standing. He laid your book down and with embarrassment you realized it was one of your more smuttier books. And by that you mean it was pure porn. There was nothing more embarrassing about this situation. He smirked at you again, before taking a few steps towards you. You notice there are fresh flowers on your nightstand now. It was a bouquet of red and pink flowers you hadn't seen before. You’d have to look them up in your flower guide.

“I have a training session where I plan on beating Cas’s ass, but I wanted to see you first. We’ll have lunch in around two hours, okay?” He demanded gently. You nodded shyly, unable to think of a coherent response. He smiled, pleased. He walked forward, and you hoped he would kiss you again. Just not on the cheek. But alas, he pulled you in a hug, his warm muscly body a hard contrast to your cold one. Your right hand held your towel in place, while your left wrapped around him. He shivered, and you figured it was due to your wet hair?

Azriel let go quickly and abruptly and you wondered if you did something wrong. He smiled tightly. “See you in two hours, love.” He whispered affectionately before turning and taking flight from your balcony.

He left you standing there, wet all over, confused, warm, and also shivering. You still couldn’t wrap your head around this feeling you had.

After you changed into a tank top and shorts you approached the flowers on your nightstand. They were gorgeous. You bit your lip as you grabbed a flower guide book, ready to find what type of flowers they were.

They were pink bluebells and red chrysanthemums.

A beautiful sandwich filled with all your favorite toppings, sat in front of you. Courtesy to Azriel. You sighed, wondering if you’d ever be as good as a cook Azriel was. It was truly a hidden talent of his. There wasn’t something he couldn’t fix.

A warm leathery wing brushed on your bare shoulder as he passed by. He sat his food down beside yours before pulling out a chair and setting it directly by yours. It was now lunch time. Both Cassian and Azriel were sweaty muscly messes. Their skin glistened with pure sweat. And you wondered how Azriel still managed to smell like a god still. After you left your room, you spent some time enjoying the morning breeze and relaxing. When it came time for lunch, you walked to the dining area. Azriel was waiting for you in the kitchen where he made your sandwich and a drink for you. Every detail of it was to your liking.

Cassian, of course, stood in the corner complaining about Azriel never fixing him sandwiches. Azriel had knocked him in the face with his wing, shutting him up. Cassian stayed in the kitchen, munching on some snacks. He feigned not paying attention to you nor Azriel.

Both of your chairs were back less, as to accommodate for wings. Sure, your skin felt a little chilly in the air due to your tank top. But Azriel’s wing, warm from training in the sun, stayed on your back. It was comforting. Like a blanket that's been sitting by a cozy fireplace.

Azriel pushed the plate towards you again, motioning for you to start eating. When you started, and he was sure you were satisfied with the taste, he started eating his too. And, of course, everything tasted perfect. When you both finished, the house took care of the plates. Cassian and Nesta had joined at the other end of the table, talking to each other as they ate. You caught yourself admiring them- the love they had. That you felt you would never have. They bickered, sure. But they were so in love. You couldn’t help but envy them. If only a guy loved you like that.

Your thoughts broke when Azriel started talking. He had a soft smile as he told you of his mission. Apparently the queens were doing okay and hadn’t been stirring up trouble, so he was able to leave early.

“You didn’t starve while I was away did you? Next time I’ll drag you with me so I can actually focus on my mission.” He muttered running his hands through his hair. Azriel always spoke softly unless angry. Or at least you had never heard him get loud. You didn’t catch Cassian and Nesta smirking at you both. Nesta couldn’t help but snort to herself. You were so oblivious. You didn’t even seem to notice Azriel only ran his mouth like this when around you. He seemed so open with you and comfortable.

“Of course I didn’t starve- wait, why couldn’t you focus on your mission?” You inquired, confused.

“Ah- No reason, dear.” He responded. His pet name went over your head. Azriel bit his lower lip, staring at you with intent eyes. He couldn’t help but feel amused by your blatant obliviousness. Your eyes went to where Cassian sat across from you with his eyes closed, kissing and smacking his lips, like he was making out with the air. Your eyebrows furrowed at the weirdness until he stopped and pointed at Azriel, then you. Nesta slapped him and he realized he had been caught. You were about to question his weird antics before a wing blocked your sight towards them.

You turned to where Azriel had gotten closer. He used his wing to make sure ALL of your attention was on him.“I have to go meet with Rhys soon. But when I get back, we need to talk.” He said sternly. His eyes were hardened and your face dropped. Did you do something wrong? He noticed the look and smiled softly to reassure you.

“Wait for me here?” He asked. And you nodded, still nervous. Your hands came together to fiddle awkwardly but Azriel’s hands laid on top of yours. He lifted your hands and kissed the top of both of them. You blushed at the intimacy. He lifted his head, and ran a hand through his hair.

He stood, still holding your hand with one of his. The room had gone quiet. Like it was just you and him. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. You felt the heat and softness of his lips as they pressed to your head. Your bottom lip quivered as you looked shyly to the floor. What was happening? You didn’t even know anymore. Your body didn’t feel like it was yours anymore.

He stood and winked at you playfully before heading to the balcony and once again spreading those giant wings and shooting into the air. You sighed to yourself before realizing that Cassian and Nesta were both staring at you. Cassian sighed and looked to Nesta.

“I’ll bet you 80 gold coins-“ he started, but Nesta slapped a hand on his mouth so he couldn’t finish. She smiled at you before grabbing Cassian and leaving you alone in the room, deep in your thoughts.

Rhysand’s office was warmer then the rest of his house today. Azriel was filling him in on his recent mission. And to his distaste, that meant he had to be away from you. He didn't care that he’d be back within a few hours, he had already suffered during his mission. Being away from you- not being able to smell you on his clothes anymore, distressed him more then he cared to admit. He remembers worrying if you had ate, or if you forgot to eat again. His wings bristled at the memory. Upon coming back to you, he couldn't be bothered to care you had just got out of the bath. He thanked the Mother for blessing him with such good timing. You were so god damn beautiful, and if that towel had dropped- Azriel wouldn’t have left that room for a good fucking long while.

He had been too excited to even care that you were wet and only in a towel, he just had to hug you. But he didn't expect to feel his cock stiffen. He couldn’t help it, your body in his arms felt so good. You were so fucking pretty, it hurt. Azriel was embarrassed that he lost control of his own body. He planned on holding you for longer, but when your hand wrapped around his back, it brushed that sensitive part of his wing, sending a jolt to his dick. He had to rip away before you felt the growing hardness in his pants, and he felt so bad seeing your face of confusion. You hadn’t meant too. And you looked so hurt and you didn't even know what your had done. He cursed his body hating his lack of control, but didn't want you to think he was a creep so he left early to take care of himself.

“Az? Are you listening?”

Azriel snapped out of his thoughts and turned back to where his brother sat. Rhysand sighed and shook his head before repeating himself.

“I was asking if you could run to Velaris and pick up some medicine from Madja? Feyre has been having some headaches.”

Azriel’s eyebrows furrowed and he contemplated. Of course, he loved his high lady and didn’t want her to be in pain. But he wanted to get back to you fast. He needed your presence. Soon. Before he lost his mind. “Can’t you just winnow yourself? It’d be a lot faster then me having to fly.” He proposed.

Rhysand bristled slightly at Azriel’s slight coldness. He knew his brother, and knew he didn't mean it personally. Rhysand smirked. “Cassian warned me of this.”

“Warned you of what?” Azriel asked. ”He told me you get extremely pissy whenever you’ve been away from her for too long.” Rhysand spoke, with a knowing smile.

Azriel knew he was talking of you. His eyebrows furrowed and scowled at his brother before huffing. Before he could reply Rhys continued.

“It’s alright, we get it. Cas and I have both been through it with our mates.” Azriel didn’t respond this time. He shook his head with a slight growl. How come everyone could see his affection for you- but you? It was infuriating! He hoped maybe kissing your cheek would make you magically realize he had loved you, but it didn’t. Cauldron! How much more obvious does he need to make it?

Rhys dismissed him with his signature smirk, the all knowing bastard too smug for Azriel’s liking tonight.

Azriel wasn’t back yet. And the sun had already set, leaving it dark outside. You wondered what was taking him so long to tell Rhys of his mission. In reality you were more worried of what he wanted to talk about. You currently sat by the fireplace in your room, letting the heat warm your body. You had left the balcony doors open, assuming Azriel would fly through there.

You had two candles burning, and a book open in your hands. The sound of pitter patter against the marble floors distracted you from your book. You turned your head to the balcony doors and sighed, seeing it was raining. the water was getting on your floor. You grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and wiped the water from the floor. You closed the door to the balcony, but leaving it unlocked for him.

You turned around, noticing the flowers. You smiled joyfully. It was nice always having a pair of fresh flowers, thanks to Azriel.

“Pay more attention.”

You remembered Mor’s words. What were you suppose to pay attention to? You had already dissected every single memory you had of Azriel, but you coulnd’t find anything in your mind that was out of the ordinary. You sighed, rubbing your temples. Nothing made sense anymore. You ran a hand through your hair, stressed.

You looked around the room before your eyes found the flowers again. You remembered Azriel giving you a book that had the meanings flowers last Starfall. Your eyes snapped to the floating bookshelf Azriel has installed in your room two years ago. You quickly approached it, running your fingers across the titles until you found the right one. You pulled the book out, grazing the cover with your fingertips.

You sat by the fireplace, flipping through until you found the flowers you were looking for.

A whooshing sound came from your balcony, prompting you to close the book and stand, walking to your nightstand and laying it down. You turned to the door of the balcony, watching it open. Azriel stepped in, hair wet from rain. Water dripped from his body onto your floor. He wanted slightly eyes latching onto yours. He held a small pink box that he had managed to keep dry. You briefly wondered what it was until he started to walk towards you. Determination was in his eyes as he walked fast, in front of you within seconds. He licked his lips, looking at your eyes.

Everything froze, and it was just you and him. Standing there. His eyes were dilated and filled with affection now. You didn’t notice him setting the box on your nightstand, never breaking eye contact. His eyes flicked down to your lips, before looking back up. You felt the tension in the room. His eyes seemed to glow more tonight. Brighter than the fire.

You looked back to where the flowers were and then back back to him.

“Why did you give me pink bluebells and red chrysanthemums?” You asked, you voice barely above a whisper.

Azriel cocked his head to the side, studying you. His shadows whirl around, some coming to play with your hair. The tendrils swirl gently around you.

“Why do you think I gave them to you?” He responded. His voice was roughed, but gentle. You looked away to the floor and shrugged, feeling shy under his unwavering stare.

“Answer me.”

You felt a hand on your chin, turning your face back to his. His thumb rubbed mindlessly at your jaw.

“I don’t know..” You replied. He was closer now, you could feel his breath against your face. It was minty and fresh.

“Fucking hell y/n.” He groaned, grabbing your hips and gently pushing you to sit on the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees in front of you, head bowed. He looked as if he was saying a prayer, his head bowed in your lap. His wings were draped across the floor, and he was muttering something to himself. He held your knees, and when he looked back up to you his eyes were teary.

“Azriel-“ you started, only for him to cut you off.

“What am I doing wrong? Have I not made it painfully clear? I would tie my wings behind my back and jump off this roof if you asked me too. I would do anything,” He sniffled, “anything for you. But you don’t even realize. What am I doing wrong?” You saw tears beginning to form in his eyes. Confusion filled every ounce of your soul. What did he mean?

“I would jump off for you too-“

“No! You don’t get it!” He rose, cupping your face with his hands. A pleading look was in his eyes. “Look at me! Don’t you feel it? Don’t you feel it here?” His hand came to lay where your heart would be. Your felt it beating crazily. What did he mean?

Azriel closed his eyes, sending a silent prayer to the mother. He opened them again.

“Just notice it y/n. Notice it- Notice me. Please..” he whispered. You wanted to scream you loved him suddenly, but he probably doesn’t mean this like that. This is probably some dumb prank he and his brothers came up with again.

His forehead rested against yours now, and you gasped as you felt something tugging on your heart. Like gold threads weaving together. It felt as if someone had tied Azriel to you. Shadows whirled crazily around you both now. Your hand came to rest over his trying to decipher this feeling in your heart. His eyes peered into yours. And he closed them as he moved his head and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, even if you don’t return it.” He croaked, defeatedly. His eyes opened and watched you. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at your chest and then back to him.

He let out a grunt of surprise when you smashed your lips against his. Azriel wondered if this was real. Staying still, as if not to scare you away. When he realized it was real- and you were kissing him he melted. He kissed you back gently and meaningful. It was everything you had ever wanted you realized. Why hadn’t you noticed sooner? You could’ve been kissing this muscly man a lot sooner. Only did you detach yourself when you needed air. Both of your foreheads touched, and you both panted for air.

“Mate.” You whispered to him. He smiled, thanking the mother you had finally felt the bond. He nodded in response.

“Mate.” He replied. He nudged you back against the sheets, gently letting your body plop on the bed.

“But I have loved you long before I found out we were mates.” He muttered, his wings flaring slightly. He climbed on top of you, straddling your hips.

You nodded. “I loved you too- but I just thought that, I wasn’t the girl you’d ever wanna be with.”

“I’ve fucking craved you ever since I met you. And that won’t stop, ever. I swear, you’re the most oblivious girl I’ve ever met.” He said. His eyes weren’t wet anymore. It calmed you, seeing him calmer. The shadows were slowly and lazily playing with your hair again. You peered into Azriel’s eyes and thought back to every single memory you and him had, and realized it was all love. You were too oblivious to realize it. He slowly leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, wings covering you both. You kissed him back with a fever you couldn’t stop anymore.

After a few minutes, he crawled off of you and stood. You rose, propping yourself up. He handed you the pink box.

“I stopped by your favorite bakery and got you a cupcake.” Azriel spoke. The cupcake inside was big- almost two times bigger then your hand. And it was your favorite flavor. Your eyes softened at the kindness. You looked back up to him as you lifted the cupcake towards him.

“Eat Azriel.” You whispered. His eyes darkened upon realizing you wanted to solidify the mating bond- and confirm it. He shivered but stopped himself.

“You sure you don’t want a mating ceremony-“

“Eat the fucking cupcake Azriel.”

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writingstreetspirit · 9 months

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Addictive

Summary: What happens in the Drama room before D&D sessions stays in the Drama room.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, (P in V) smut, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: I really can’t get enough of this man. Some parts of this have been written when I’ve in fact not been sober, so 🥴 I hope it’s still readable. If you liked this, please like/comment/reblog/follow as it helps me and every other content creator out there. Thank you!

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“C’here, sweetheart. We have 15 minutes before the sheep arrive.”

You looked up at Eddie from where you were rearranging the chairs around the table. For the last fifteen minutes you and Eddie had been prepping the drama room for the weekly Dungeons and Dragons session before the other Hellfire members would arrive.

“Exactly, we have 15 minutes. That’s not a lot, and we’re still not finished setting your campaign up!” You snorted, laying out all the dices and different verity of snacks on the table. While the idea was not the smartest, it did make you tingle a little just like the thought of having sex with Eddie always did.

Eddie put the campaign filled binder down on the table with a smack before strutting over toward your figure. His hands grabbed a hold of your hips, softly tugging your body closer before pressing a loud kiss on your lips.

Eddie pulls back, your just faces inches apart. You can smell his cologne, the cheep kind that you could get from any drugstore, but did it fit him. He looks into your eyes, smiling devilishly.

“[Name], tell me what you desire, and I will fulfill your every wish.” Eddie says, staring deeply into your eyes. You could clearly see what he wanted. He wants you, and you want Eddie in return. You hovered your lips above his, teasing crooning, “I want you to make me see stars.”

Eddie looks down at your lips and gives you a slow smirk. “Oh sweetheart, I can do that.”

He leans in and kisses you long and slow. You respond in kind, hands plastering themselves against Eddie’s narrow waist. He eventually pulls away and looks at you, his breath heavy and cheeks flushed. You can tell his heart is racing just like yours is.

Eddie’s lips travel down to your neck, nibbling at the delicate skin. You throw your head back with a shallow moan, his lips vibrating against your neck with the groan he lets out in response.

With no time to lose, you pulled back to grab hold of Eddie’s black jeans and made quick work of tugging open the belt holding them up on his waist. You yanked down the fabric, boxers following just a second later. He laughed low and raspy, “Eager now, are we?”

You kiss him to shut him up, tugging down both your skirt and panties at once. Eddie and your matching shirts would have to stay on this time. “How about you put your mouth to better use, baby?”

Eddie groaned, “Shit, [Name]. It’ll be my pleasure, and yours too, I bet.”

His ring adorned hands guided you backwards until you leaned far back on his throne, the chair only he ever got to sit at, and now you. Eddie dove his head between your thighs like a man starving.

If you were to say a certain sex act that Eddie was the best at, even though he’s damn good at everything, then that would be oral. The way his tongue and lips moved sends sparks up throughout your whole entire body every single time.

Your hand threaded itself in his wild dark hair when Eddie slipped one of his thick fingers inside your cunt. Hips grinding inventory against his mouth in response to a second finger, “So good, so fucking good Eddie.”

Despite Eddie’s mouth feeling like absolute heaven on you, the time wasn’t on your side. You gave a small yank on his hair, pulling his head away. His lips were red, swollen and covered in slick.

“It’s your turn.” You rose up from the chair, and firmly made Eddie sit down where you’d been just a few seconds earlier. Sinking down on your knees before him, you hand wrapping around the firm length.

Eddie moaned a bit too loud for comfort as your mouth took the tip inside, wrapping warm and wet lips around the flesh. “Shit, [Name], that feels fucking amazing.”

If you had the time, you’d be slow and throughout when giving Eddie a blowjob. Instead, you bobbed your head sloppy up and down his cock, lubricating him for what was to come.

Sooner than you’d like to, you pulled away to stand up. You move to straddle Eddie’s hips, hovering just centimeters above his cock. Eddie asked, “Is this what you want?”

“Yes, baby, want you inside me.” You murmured. Lining him up, you slowly start to sink down on his length. Eddie tips his head back with a long moan. You mewl, face seeking refuge between the crook of his neck. The pressure was quick to subside to hot lust.

Your hips start moving against him. You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, softly biting down on the flesh. Eddie moaned, eyes fluttering open to find yours, pupils blown wide in lust.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Eddie says as your walls clench down on him, you feel your entire body shudder. His hand grabs hold of the back of your neck and pulls you closer to kiss you.

“Oh, fucking shit. Jesus Christ, you feel so good!” He groans into your mouth, breath hot and intoxicating. You felt every single inch of him inside you, hitting all the parts that make you see stars.

Eddie wasn’t necessarily larger than the guys you had been with before, but he felt so perfect inside you. Like he was made just for you. You let out a sound that was somewhere between a mewl and a moan.

“That good, huh, sweetheart?” You nod and squeeze your eyes shut. Even when he’s deep inside you, Eddie could still bring himself to be a cocky little shit. He kissed your collarbone, switching between each side, leaving wet kisses in his path.

The heat in your belly was steadily growing hotter, the building orgasm crashing closer with every movement. You whined, “Eddie, I’m close!”

“Fuck, sweetheart, me too!” Eddie groaned, lips trailing back to kiss you, but he was breathing into your mouth more than actually kissing at this point. You jolted when one of his fingers made contact with your clit, rolling the nub with the time of your thrusting.

You didn’t have time to react before the orgasm came crashing right into you. Your eyes must have screwed shut because all you saw was black, and you were almost completely sure that you were screaming. Distinctly you could make out the sound of Eddie groaning against your throat.

When you finally regained vision, you were panting heavily. Eddie was slumped against you, arms wrapped tight around your trembling body, fast hot breaths warming up your neck. “Holy shit, [Name], I can’t feel my legs.”

You laughed shakily, nodding in agreement, “Me neither.”

“Love you, sweetheart,” Eddie’s head left the crook of your neck, eyes locking onto yours. His cheeks were flushed a gorgeous shade of red, as well as his lips. You indulged yourself a long kiss, Eddie melting further into you with a sigh. You muttered onto his lips, “I love you, too, Eds.”

You retreated, eyes traveling to the clock on the wall across from you. The time said 5 minutes left until the other Hellfire members would roll in. “We have 5 minutes to get dressed before the guys arrive.”

The softening length slipped out as you stood up, his come dripping down your thighs. Eddie stood up, taking his handkerchief from his pants and gave it to you to whip yourself clean, “Thanks, honey.”

Dressing yourself took but a minute. Your hair, along with Eddie’s, was tussled but not enough to fully reveal what you’d been up to. Eddie smiled that satisfied smile of his, eyes running up and down your frame.

“When we get home, I’m so going to ruin you.”

You smirked, biting your lower lip teasingly, “Looking forward to it, Dungeon Master.”

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keiffeine · 4 months

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look at me, not him

coriolanus snow x gender-neutral reader

tags: slightly possessive! + jealous!coriolanus

author’s note: sorry this was so delayed 💀 i wanted to write it less bulletpoint-y like how i normally do with headcanons bc i wanted it to be more like a fic. hopefully you enjoy 🩷 it’s a little rushed esp towards the ending lol

word count: 1,036

reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is not allowed.

coriolanus never married you with the intention of loving you or actually caring about you. rather, his intention was purely for his own self-benefit. as he rose to success as a young politician, basking within the spotlight the capitol so graciously dawned on him, it only made sense that a man with this much power to his name alone would marry someone who was, at the very least, equal to him.

you were perfect for him. your family was one of the most successful families within the capitol, holding generations-worth of wealth and status—which he needed for himself.

after marriage, coriolanus was very content with how his life was. he wasn’t really obligated to spend time with you or anything of the sort—he viewed it as something more…optional. he had already gotten what he wanted; access to your wealth and the mere status to your name, so everything after that came second. meals together consisted of little to no conversation, and even though you shared a room and a bed, you slept with your backs facing each other.

you were simply just his spouse, someone he could ultimately leech off of to power his personal gain. nothing but an accessory on his arm to make him look good in public. the most affectionate you’ve ever seen him was whenever there were news reporters and cameras around; he’d plant seemingly-loving kisses to your lips or hold you close for no other purpose other than for a good public appearance.

you were never much of a priority in his mind, up until he sees you talking with some man at an event that was hosting some the richest and most influential capitol citizens. whoever this was, he was making you laugh and smile, which felt like such a rarity of a sight in coriolanus’ eyes. you always looked so solemn when you were together, but right now, your face shined so bright, with the most genuine smile he’s ever seen. it wasn’t out of politeness for the sake of etiquette, but a real smile.

it made his blood boil, to say the least. that man was so obviously flirting with you; the way he was standing so close to you, gaze flitting from your eyes then to your lips then back again. coriolanus couldn’t help but wonder: were you seriously this oblivious, or were you trying to make him jealous on purpose?

coriolanus couldn’t help but scowl, watching you conversing with this stranger. who even was he? what could you possibly be talking about that made you look so entertained? you’d been talking for…what, the past…fifteen…twenty minutes already? surely you were bored at this point, right? he wasn’t even worth an ounce of your time. when were you going to stop talking to him and walk away?

coriolanus hated everything about this, weirdly enough. normally, at events like these, he could care less about who you talked to, but the more coriolanus continued to watch you talk to him, the more he wanted to drag you away himself.

as soon as he decided he’d had enough, coriolanus walked over to you, pulling on a tight and forced smile as he snaked an arm around your waist.

“i’m sorry to interrupt,” coriolanus said in a calm, collected voice, looking down at you before turning his head to whoever you’d been speaking to, “but i must speak to my spouse about something. please, excuse us for a moment.” with that, he led you away, bringing you to a secluded spot to ensure your privacy.

“what the hell was that?” coriolanus asked, furrowing his eyes as he kept his eyes down at you, feeling furious but relieved that he finally had you alone. relieved that your attention was on him now. “were you flirting with him?”

you scoffed, baffled that you’d be accused of something like that. “flirting, coriolanus? seriously…” you said with a sigh, seeming equally frustrated and confused.

coriolanus rolled his eyes, then moved a step closer, keeping you against the wall. “don’t play dumb, y/n, that man was clearly flirting with you,” he mumbled, placing his hand on the wall, right beside your head.

“we were just talking, coriolanus, my god.” you folded your arms, tilting your head up and meeting his eyes. “besides, i wouldn’t understand why you would care.”

coriolanus swallowed, not daring to look away from you. he held your gaze, pressing closer and completely aware of the very little distance between the both of you.

“why i care? you wouldn’t understand why i care?” coriolanus whispered, his voice dropping to a low tone that sent a shiver down your spine. “i care because you are my spouse, y/n. my spouse. you’re mine, understand?” he watched your face, noting the slight color that tinted your cheeks as he spoke to you.

“i just want you to look at me the way you were looking at him,” coriolanus confessed after a beat of silence. he bit his lip, cheeks growing warm at his own words. “is that so hard to ask for?”

he leaned in a little closer. his face was so close to yours. still, you made no effort to push him away.

coriolanus blinked slowly before glancing down at your lips; they looked so…perfect, parted just slightly and just inches from his own—so close to just kiss.

he swallowed thickly and bit the inside of his cheek. the longer he stared down at you, the more he restrained himself from pressing his lips onto yours. the thought was too tempting.

it was strange to see coriolanus like this; he never really paid you any mind and hardly ever acknowledged you as his spouse privately, but…it felt weirdly endearing to hear it from his own mouth, and the way he audibly confessed that he was pining for your attention. since when?

“just…” coriolanus cleared his throat and took a step away from you, to physically restrain himself from his own desires. he looked away, taking a moment to breath as color faded into his cheeks. the air in the room suddenly felt so heavy and oddly tense. “please stay by my side from now on, okay?” he requested sheepishly, all of his thoughts dissipating into the air as he took your hand, leading you back to the crowd.

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the-whispers-of-death · 1 month

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Hey there!

I have a request on deity reader.

Like, what if price starts realizing that his operations have started to go well… to well. Like his shots always land, he can conveniently locate the enemy first try….. oh, and a crow now always follows him. (The avatar of reader)

Thanks for reading my rant!

Second part of this.

As the years go after 2009 (the year that John Price helped Farah Karim & the ULF escape from Barkov's prison), Price quickly rose the ranks until he became captain. He at first thought nothing of it, saying that his skills were the reason for it, and he wasn't entirely wrong.

But you were watching him, making sure his missions went well. You were in his dreams in the form a crow, with the rest of the murder of crows behind you. You were content to just stay in his dreams, until you weren't.

It had been fifteen years since the prison escape he helped Farah escape from and now Price was starting to see a crow (you) follow him around. He didn't seem to think it was out of the ordinary, until you appeared everywhere, including battlefields. And he felt drawn to you, called to start worshipping you.

Slowly but surely, Price's barracks on base gained a small altar to you in the corner of the room. He brought you whatever he felt called to, setting down little trinkets like a mug that had a crow on it, several crow-themed keychains. A few wayward buttons that broke off his clothes. They weren't much, but he felt your gratitude each time he set them on your altar.

And it seemed like you were pleased with him, since all of his shots landed perfectly. His missions ended successfully and with as little soldiers hurt as possible. He supposed that he didn't mind worshipping you, especially since you made his job protecting civilians a little easier.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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runningfrom2am · 10 months

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Protective!Rafe with Y/N saves her from her dad

tysm for requesting this!! i hope it’s what you pictured!!

too much to drink - (r.c)

tags/warnings: underage drinking, violence, abuse, drugging (not done by rafe), sexual content (implied, not explicit), strong language, slut-shaming/derogatory term (again, not by rafe)

pairing: rafe x reader

wc: 2.9k

note!!: this is like the darkest thing i’ve probably ever written, please PLEASE read the warnings and look out for yourselves, i know this carries some sensitive topics so if any of those things bother you PLEASE DONT READ THIS!! i care about you all and really want you to stay safe.

Midsummers comes and goes every year, and every year you have the most fun while hiding from the watchful eye of your dad, sneaking in a few (too many) drinks when you can, ever since you were fifteen. You and Sarah Cameron would rotate covering for each other, slipping away from the large groups of adults talking about business and boring nonsense to spend alone time with your boy of the month. You always looked forward to it.

This year, you're finally eighteen. Typically, girls your age would be making their debut with their summer flings, never lasting far into the fall- but since you just graduated, a serious relationship is far from your mind. You're having too much time seizing the day- carpe diem, or whatever that saying is. You've got your flask, and a nifty belt to attach it to your leg under your dress- courtesy of Sarah for your recent birthday. You're more than ready to seize your favourite holiday, the summer solstice.

You walk in with your family, and are almost immediately joined by the Cameron's- your standard routine. Your parents have always been close, your dad's in particular like to spend a lot of time together- allegedly working on some kind of big project, but neither one of them have ever spared a single detail as to what it is, despite it being years in the making.

"Y/N, Darling, you look stunning." Rose greets you with a hug and you smile, politely hugging her back and laughing a little bit as your families make similar greetings to one another.

"You're too kind, Rose. It's lovely to see you again." You grin as you pull away and she looks you over, rubbing your arm gently.

"Oh, nonsense. You look beautiful." She insists. "Rafe, don't you agree? Y/N looks amazing. This dress is something else!" She turns to her stepson, gesturing back at you.

"Mhm. That she does." He agrees flatly, taking a sip of his drink as he looks you up and down.

You blush only slightly, hoping your makeup covers it. You and Rafe had had a somewhat on-and-off thing going on for some time now, but not something you were ready to admit to either of your families. Occasionally going out for coffee, but mostly you would meet in private. It was awfully convenient for the two of you that your dads did so much work together, you always knew where both of them were, and could more or less run the other way.

"Rafe, take Y/N to grab a drink, yeah?" Rose suggests and he nods, holding his arm out to you. You smile as you take it, trying to avoid leaning too much into him considering your already tipsy state.

"You do look stunning." He leans in to whisper to you, making you blush furiously.

You lightly smack his chest. "Where are you taking me?" You giggle, following as he leads you past the bar in the crowd, in the general direction of the country clubs locker rooms.

"There's a bar back here, you didn't know? A private one, kind of a well-kept secret, you know." He smirks, looking down at you only briefly.

"Oh, of course." You agree, gently nudging his shoulder with yours. "Please, lead the way, Mister Cameron."

You make your way through the crowd, blissfully unaware of your father's eyes trailing you the whole way, a scowl on his face as he takes the first sip of his whiskey.

"Come on, we have time for one more- yeah?" Rafe asks against the skin of your neck, kissing it softly while you attempt to get your dress back on.

"We don't and you know that." You chuckle, pointing to the back of your dress where he stands behind you. "Zip?" You ask and he sighs, obliging and pulling the zipper up for you. You adjust the fabric where it sits around your waist, looking in the mirror briefly before turning around to face him.

Rafe is quick to settle his hands on your hips, pushing you gently back against the counter and pressing his lips to yours. It's gentle, this time, making you ponder the thought of maybe one-day making things official between you two- you'd be a fool to deny the feelings you have for him, and he would admit the same, but right now is just not a good time for either of you. That much goes unspoken.

"You're beautiful, you know." He mumbles, muffled by your lips against his. You giggle, draping your arms over his shoulders and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"So I've been told." You reply quietly, pulling back a little to look him over, eyes inevitably locking with his. "You're not so bad yourself."

"So I've been told." He chuckles, mocking you as he presses another kiss to your lips.

"Alright, we really gotta go. We've disappeared long enough." You sigh, wiggling out of his grasp and ducking under his arm.

"Come find me later, yeah?" Rafe asks and you nod, humming your agreement as you step out of the locker room, doing your best to look around, feigning confusion in case someone sees you. Not like looking lost will truly work when you spend so much time in this country club recreationally.

You make your way to the bar and grab a soda, careful as you pull the slit of your dress to pour your liquor into it under the counter. You think you've succeeded, lifting the glass up as you turn around, looking to find your family again, or maybe Sarah.

Making small talk with people isn't your favourite thing, but it's always fun to catch up with other kids around your age, who you normally don't see so dressed up. Especially after a few drinks, and especially, kids you don't see so often. This is why your face just lights up with excitement when you see Pope Heyward. He's working the event, as usual, but he's always been kind to you- which you know isn't easy for him considering the treatment him and some of his friends get from other kooks.

"Pope!" You grin as you see him behind a counter in the corner, making him lift his head from what he was doing.

"Y/N! Hey! How's it going?" He asks, stepping around the counter as you hold out your arms for a hug.

"I'm so good.." You smile, swaying lightly with your arms around each other. "How are you, though? Tell me what's going on in your world!"

"Not much, just wrangling drunk girls tonight apparently." He chuckles, steadying you as you both let go of each other at the same time.

"Hey! I am not drunk, how dare you." You whisper, laughing and shoving his shoulder playfully.

"Oh, you? Never. Only everyone else." He nods, clearly not believing you anyway.

"I'm glad you agree." You take a step back to take the weight off one of your feet, wearing heels always has been a pain in the ass for you. You're about to say something else when you bump into someone, jumping a little as it startles you and their hand lands on your arm, steadying your glass for you.

"Hey, sweetheart." Your dad chuckles. "Didn't mean to scare you, I've got some friends who'd love to chat with you. Come with me." He says, quickly ushering you away and hardly sparing a glance at Pope. You look back over your shoulder at him, giving him an apologetic smile and a quick wave as your dad pushes you along.

It's not long before you're swaying on your feet, feeling a little lightheaded. You must have put too much vodka in your drink- which is unusual, you have a decently high tolerance.

You politely excuse yourself, making an effort to get to the bathroom. You suddenly really aren’t feeling well- and you need some space away from everybody else. The room spins around you and you hold your arms out to brace yourself on the nearest surface, the mumbling of people around you only echoing in your ears and you can’t make anything out. Your unsteadiness leads you to twisting your ankle in your platform heel, stumbling forward and someone catches you. Strong arms wrap around your back under your arms and hold onto your ribcage, trying to ease you down. They’re talking to you, but you can hardly make it out.

“Woah, woah- Y/N, are you okay?” Rafe’s voice is echoey, distant, even, and you try and nod.

“Yeah, yeah I just don’t feel too hot..” You mumble, tongue too thick for your mouth.

“Let’s get you some fresh air. Water, please.” Rafe snaps at a waiter walking by, lifting you up and getting you back on your feet.

“Rafe..” You try and speak, truly just surprised to see him. You don’t know why- you knew he was there.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you.” He says, taking the glass from the waiter who quickly returned and holding it up to your lips. Rafe knows he has to get you out of the public eye, and quickly- before your dad sees your state. He assumes you’re just way too drunk.

“Y/N, come on- I’ll take you home.” Your father is there suddenly, carefully but firmly taking you from Rafe’s grasp.

“Do you need help, Mr. Y/L/N?” He offers, your arm settling around your dads shoulder as Rafe stands there helplessly with your glass of water.

“I’ve got her, Rafe. You go have fun.” Your dad chuckles, nodding to the younger boy and carrying you toward the exit. Rafe knows there’s something not right about this- something off about the look in your fathers eye.

He lets him take you outside, deciding just to go and get another drink and send you a text. It’s your dad, for gods sake, he wouldn’t hurt you. As he stands by the bar, only for a few moments, he isn’t comfortable with his decision. He quickly abandons his drink, beelining straight for the door in quick strides, shoving it open and jogging out to the parking lot.

“I am sick of you coming to these networking events and embarrassing our family by throwing yourself at any boy who looks your way! Seriously, Y/N, no daughter of mine should be acting like this- like a damn whore!” Your dad is screaming at you now as you lean against the side of his car, holding onto it to stay upright. You’re hardly processing what he’s saying, tears streaming down your face regardless.

“Dad, wait- I didn’t, no, it’s not-“ You stammer, trying desperately to understand what you were trying to say.

“Don’t act like I don’t know! You’re lucky I even let you live under my roof after the rumours I’ve heard! I’m sick of you sneaking off to sleep with every boy on the island! I mean, pogues? Seriously? I’ve had enough.”

“I don’t-“ You try and protest, but your cut off with a hard smack across the face, leaving your ears ringing as your knees give out.

“Hey, hey- hey!” Rafe shouts, running up and shoving your dad back away from you, eyes dark with anger over what he’s just heard and seen. “Don’t touch her!” He stands between you and your dad, pushing him back again.

“Son, mind your business and get back inside. Now.” Your dad glares at him, pointing to the building.

“No. Absolutely not.” Rafe shakes his head in response. “I’m taking her home. You go back in and enjoy your stupid networking party.” He insists, turning to help you up as you reach out for him, still stunned.

“Jesus, Y/N/N..” He mutters, looking you over as he helps you get your bearings against the side of the truck. “What did you do to her?” He asks your father, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Rafe, leave.” Your dad chuckles a little, trying to save face as best he can. “She’s just had too much to drink- I’ll get her home and-“

“Did you drug your own daughter?” Rafe asks him, looking in disbelief between the two of you.

“When you have a daughter of your own you’ll understand. I did what I had to do to-“

“No, no way. That’s beyond fucked up.” Rafe scoffs, shaking his head as your dad keeps talking.

“To keep her from embarrassing this family even further.” He finishes saying, committing to the idea that what he did was right.

“Let’s go.. let’s just go…” You slur out, holding onto the side of the truck as you try and walk away.

Rafe shakes his head at your dad, backing away from him to get to you. As much as he wants to pummel him into nothing, it’s more important that he gets you somewhere safe.

“Y/N Y/M/N if you walk away right now don’t bother ever coming home!” Your dad shouts at you as Rafe gets to you, supporting you with an arm around your waist as he stares back at your dad. “You can kiss your trust fund goodbye! If you want to sleep with pogues you can live like one for all I care!”

Rafe bites his tongue as he guides you back to his own car, fishing in his pocket for the keys with his free hand. He gets you in the passengers seat and buckles you in as your head drops back against the headrest, hardly able to support its own weight.

“Y/N/N, hey, can you hear me?” Rafe asks, reaching up and grabbing your head gently to look at your cheek, checking for cuts or bruises. He frowns when he sees your cheek red and feels it burning under his fingers- it’ll have a nasty bruise tomorrow. He pulls out his phone and texts Sarah, telling her they have to go- right now. She had been looking for you most of the night too, surprised when you disappeared more than usual.

You just hum in response. You know you’re safe now, and you don’t have to exert as much energy to say anything at all.

“I’m gonna take you back to my house. We’ll get you cleaned up, and, uh, yeah. We’ll figure shit out.” He nods, more to himself than to you. He gently lets your head rest back and he shuts the door, seeing Sarah running over from the building, a confused and worried look on her face.

“What happened? Is that Y/N?” Sarah asks her brother, looking in the window.

“Yeah, her dad fucking drugged her. I walked out to him hitting her and yelling at her about shit that didn’t even happen.” He explains, opening the drivers side door.

“What? Oh my god.” Sarah replies, opening the back door and climbing in. “Oh my god, should we take her to the hospital?”

“I think she’s fine… Let’s just go back home and figure out what to do.” Rafe says, quickly starting the car and driving out of the lot being careful to avoid any potholes. He’s never driven so carefully.

Sarah helps carry you in, quick to grab water, some towels, and a bucket to place by your side of Rafe’s bed. It’s not likely to be pretty when you wake up. By the time you get back to Tannyhill, you’re hardly conscious, and Sarah has to hold every door for Rafe as he carries you in.

They don’t know what to do besides get you into bed when you get back to their house. Sarah helps you change into some of her pyjamas while Rafe decides to wait outside the door. He wishes he could get you something to eat, watch a movie together, do something normal, but you can hardly keep your eyes open. It would honestly surprise him if you knew where you were.

“What do we do?” Sarah whispers to him as he walks back in, both of them standing over you passed out in his bed.

“I don’t know.” Rafe mumbles, shaking his head. He can’t take his eyes off you.

“Should we call the cops?”

“They wouldn’t do shit. They’re as much in Y/D/N’s pocket as they are dads.”

“Well, we can’t take her home.” Sarah thinks out loud. “I don’t know how long she can stay here, dad will take his side for sure. I could bring her to John B’s tomorrow?”

“No.” Rafe shuts that idea down. “I’ll figure it out… You go to bed, Sare.”

“You can’t protect her here, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Then I’ll leave too. Get us our own place, I don’t give a fuck.”

“What? You guys aren’t even official- how do you think she’ll feel about moving in with you?”

“We’ll figure it out, okay? Just leave us alone. Please.” He sighs, rubbing the sides of his head. He doesn’t know what to do. He really doesn’t. All he knows is that he has to keep you safe.

Sarah rolls her eyes at him and leaves, giving you a worried glance over her shoulder before shutting the door quietly behind herself.

Rafe crawls in bed next to you after taking his suit off, watching you sleep and trying to pretend everything is normal; trying to pretend that he was allowed to bring you home after Midsummers because this is where you wanted to be.

You look so peaceful, but as the bruise starts to develop on the normally soft and unscathed skin of your cheek, Rafe dreads having to explain what happened to his parents in the morning. He doubts anyone will even believe him.

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myhairpintrigger · 9 months

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hiiii! i just had an idea in mind while i was listening to daylight by taylor swift. haha! can i request a fic that is based on daylight? wherein aleksander plans on expanding the fold but his whole plan changed when he met the reader who happened to have expressed her enthusiasm in tearing the fold down to him; like how she wants to finally be able to live somwhere safe with her lover. and when Aleksander thought of her words, he somehow imagined himself together with the reader. basically, just him being madly in love with the reader that he's willing to change every evil plan of his for her. and can they meet while the whole seducing alina thing is going on? i know it's kinda of unclear, you can change some parts if you're willing to write it! anyway, good day!

hi oh my gosh it’s been a minute. i’m so sorry for being so inactive!!! i’m trying to be better about writing! i hope this is what you were looking for my sweet anon. if not… please let me know and i’ll be happy to rewrite it. i love u all so bad. i’m almost to 300 followers and that’s not really a huge milestone in the grand scheme of things but it makes me so happy and i appreciate every single one of you angels more than u will ever know. kisses and hugs <3

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none! mostly soft

All of You, All of Me, Intertwined (aleksander morozova x princess!reader)

“That’s the world I’d like to live in.” You finished, smiling over at the Darkling.

He stared at you, fighting the urge to let his mouth fall open in the slightest. He’d just listened to you tell him in detail for nearly fifteen minutes about how you wanted Ravka to be safer. Free of the Fold, free of the war. Free of hatred and evil. It wasn’t unbelievable to him that you’d want this, saints bless your gentle soul.

No, what became unbelievable to him is that he was actually considering your point of view.

“You look taken aback, was it something I said?” You asked and eyed the man in front of you suspiciously.

He found his voice finally and shook his head at you, “No. I just think that what you said was lovely, Princess.” He stated, more honestly than he’d like to have admitted.

You smiled contently at him and sipped your tea before turning to look out the window, a comfortable silence surrounding the two of you.

You were the Princess of Ravka, and while Aleksander had known you practically all your life, he’d never really spoken to you until the day he had returned to Os Alta with Alina. It had nearly been two months since then, and every single day, he fell a little bit more in love with you. You came around often. At first it was for Alina, then it became less for her and more for Aleksander, and then it became just for him. Your walks and chats with Alina Starkov became teas and deep conversations with Aleksander.

Looking at you now made his heart ache deliciously. The way the sun illuminated your profile and made it look as though you were emanating your own light, like his very own little star. Or his sun. Alina may have been the Sun Summoner, but she was not you. You were a breath of fresh air, a ray of sunshine, golden, like daylight.

You cleared your throat after some time had passed and you turned your head towards Aleksander, “Do you think it’s possible? With the Sun Summoner here?” You asked him with hopefulness in your bright eyes.

Aleksander clumsily nodded along to your question, “My Princess, you will get your happy ending. One way or another, I’ll ensure that.” He found his promise to be much more truthful than he’d expected it to be, and he was unsure of how to feel about it.

You, however, looked as content as you could have ever been. There was an excitement sparkling behind your eyes that made him believe that he would earnestly do whatever you asked of him. He probably would.

He rose from the table before you and he held his hand out for you to take, giving you a gentle smile.

“Let me escort you back to the Palace, yes? You have your lessons.” He offered.

“I don’t wish to go to them today.” You sighed and gently took his much larger hand. He pulled you to your feet gently and then he chuckled.

“Your parents will have my head if I keep you through another.” He stated.

You simply sighed and then nodded towards the doors, “Lead the way, Darkling.” You teased.

You seemed to have missed the little smile that danced upon said Darkling’s lips.

Aleksander stood with his hands down against his war table, his teeth grinding down against each other as he clenched his jaw impossibly tight.

He shouldn’t want this. He shouldn’t want to halt every single one of his hundred year old plans for something so silly as a little Princess’s wishes. But alas, here he was, considering just that. The conflict between him and his darker half raged on in his mind and he let out a grunt. Anger flared his nostrils and curled his hands into fists, and he was about to send everything flying off of his war table, until he heard his door open.

Your tired little voice pulled his attention elsewhere and he turned towards you, jaw still tightly clenched.

“I apologize for the intrusion, sir. I just… found myself awake, craving your company.” You explained shyly, looking anywhere but his face.

His face, seconds ago twisted with anger, softened dramatically with your words and he brushed his hand through his hair slowly, letting his jaw relax.

“You should be asleep in your bed in the Grand Palace, Princess. Your parents will boil over if they catch you here.” He said in a gravelly tone.

You didn’t seem to care about what he had to say, and instead walked forward towards him, “You seem distressed.” You noted, arriving at his side.

You grasped his arm as gently as you could with your hands and you pulled him a bit closer to your side.

Your touch seemed to bring him some form of comfort, you thought, because when you pulled him closer, his muscles relaxed and he tipped his head downwards to look into your eyes.

“War does that to men.” He answered vaguely. No need to mention that the war in question was between him and himself.

“Well, I have full faith that you’ll put a stop to this incessant conflict.” You said sweetly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the side of his arm.

He gaped at you as you pulled away from him and leaned back against the table. Aleksander had his suspicions about you perhaps returning his affections, but never once had you been so brazen on how you displayed it. Though you’d kissed him over his thick kefta, he felt as if something warm was searing through his clothes and heating his skin like sunlight would.

You didn’t seem to mind his stare, much less his visibly racing mind.

After a moment of his pleasant bewilderment, he cleared his throat and then stepped closer to you, “You have too much faith in me, Your Grace.”

“You’re wrong.”

“There is only so much I can do about our current state.” He replied and leaned closer to you, his hand rising to find itself holding the side of your face.

“Yet I have full faith in you bringing peace to this country.” You whispered and then smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek into his cold palm.

He didn’t say anything further, he only stared down into your eyes. He didn’t even know what he could say to you. He wanted to tell you of his plans with The Fold, how he meant to expand it. And then he wanted to tell you how he wanted to dismantle it for you.

How he would dismantle it for you, he decided. But it’s not like he could admit to all the wicked things he’d planned to do before you began to infect his every thought. He couldn’t even begin to think of what to say to you at that very moment.

So he kissed you instead.

As you slept next to Aleksander that night, he stared up at the ceiling. You laid contently with your head against his shoulder, both of your arms wrapped around one of his. Eventually, he grew bored of trying to make out patterns on the ceiling and he turned his attention to you.

Even in sleep, you were just as lively and bright as you were during the day. He wrapped both of his arms around your body and pulled you flush against this side.

You were so peaceful, so calm. His heart seemed to jump from its place in his chest and he leaned down to press a little kiss to your hairline.

The war, he could not guarantee would stop. Men will be men. They will fight and they will burn. But The Fold? He could guarantee that it would fall, he decided, staring down at your sleeping form.

He’d tear it down with ferocity, with determination. He’d give you the family you wanted. He’d be the lover you deserved, in a country safe and free of such vulgar darkness. He’d spend every waking moment fighting off every single thing that came and worked to undo the world he’d swear to build for you.

Because you were golden.

Like daylight.

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gatheredfates · 22 days

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17. — audience (Elandervier)

ONE WORD WRITING PROMPTS. Funnily enough, I was playing with a concept similar to this that hasn't amounted (yet). Consider this a prelude of sorts if I end up writing it. CONTENT WARNINGS. This fic deals with mature themes including, but not limited to: pregnancy, childbirth, mentions of abortion and women's bodily autonomy, misogyny and my personal interpretation of a woman's place in Ishgardian high-society. Please do not read if any of these are personal triggers. I have done my due diligence to warn ahead of time.

i'm glad i met the devil because he showed me i was weak, and a little piece of him is in a little piece of me.

The rage of the girl banged on the bones of the woman, all bared teeth and frothing anger. She knew her well, this outraged daughter — kicking, screaming, wailing in her hysteria, ungovernable and unknowable.

Unsightly. Unbecoming. Fifteen years on and her mother's words were ever the knife she dug into her breastbone as if to sever a rib and deliver it to the daughter. 'Yes, we are ugly. Bide your time,' it said, 'There will be deliverance soon, be still. These lessons will be useful to us.'

"I didn't know where else to go."

Elandervier didn't like that she recognised the girl's name — that she watched stony-faced and set-gazed her deliverance onto the marital bed, the third daughter in a line of women and still-born sons. The babe was passed haphazardly to her, a hiss to bathe and swaddle while the lord of the house screamed and tore down the nearby torchères like he intended to deliver them to the Hells himself. "The gods themselves fuck with me!" He declared while his wife cried and consoled him from his bed, "Of the duties you perform, you give me useless fucking women!"

This useless woman was a pragmatic woman for making it this far. The bobbin lace on her cuffs were bare and browned now, hanging by single threads in some places, but it did not waste in the snow gnawed at by the wolves. She was thin but not emaciated, the vigour in her gaze undercut only by the hand that pressed to the swell of her belly, and she looked to the witch with her mother's brown eyes — the very same which plucked her from her arms all those years ago, soothing her that she would be loved.

She would be safe.

The first lie in a thread woven by Ishgardian society, another falsehood added to the tapestry of violation — white, in that it was pure and born from a fervent wish — but would not stay when the blood was doused over the frame.

The lordlings were never pragmatic. When their sons were killed by fire, famine and fatigue they fought over the scraps of their lineage like carrion birds — all to the machine. But never their daughters. A daughter who fought was a daughter of the Brume, she lived and died destitute, but their daughters? Pretty girls waged wars on their wombs and the hearth of their houses; they were too empathic, too gentlehearted, too emotionally intelligent for the field. Ratatoskr was but a woman killed by men for seeing through the propaganda.

Control the womb, control the war.

"Whose?" Elandervier did not bother with a proper introduction, ink-dyed fingers gesturing to the pregnancy. The girl looked down and pet her skin so tenderly, even as her voice warbled with her rage.

"My lord husband's," bitterly replied, "That I should give him the pleasure."

The girl in her bones banged painfully on the filaments. That this should be what she was known for; devourer of children, the witch in the dark, the last bastion for desperate women choosing between three kinds of death; the man, the tundra or the severing of the soul. El sighed and rose to her feet, sliding a knife free from the belt on her waist as she stepped towards the girl. When she recoiled the witch shook her head and gestured for her to open her palms.

"You have choice to make," she said, settling the blade on her skin, "A sacrifice must be made."

Six months later two lords lay dead in their beds — eviscerated at the abdomen, disembowelled as if something was trying to tear it away. 'What a travesty!' the gentry declared, looking at the hysterical girl, 'That she should be delivered from the wilds by Halone's grace mere weeks after their death! What savagery, what witchcraft!'

The void knew its kin better than most: the all-consuming hunger, the revel in wild panic. Imbued in an animal and fed the blood of the babe, parricide was a indulgent taboo that fed its aether and stole their souls for the witch.

A little boy was discovered on the doorstep of a peasant house desperate for a child. After the war, they were funded by a wealthy noblewoman who kept her distance, wishing only the best for the babe. In her home, the skull of a wolf bared teeth over her fireplace where she told stories of how she fended off the wilds with naught but a knife.

One soul distilled into raw aether, given to a 'useless' girl to help her survive. The other Elandervier fed to Gobnip.

After all, she told the girl inside her bones, these lessons were useful to us.

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : elandervier #my writing #I'M NOT SORRY FOR THISSSS #ishgard is messed! up!#thank you for coming to my ted talk!#i will not stop #no beta read i read this aloud to my partner we die like men #get it #i'll see myself out #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea answers things

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Summary: Two years. You never drive far anymore, you don’t linger outside of your new city limits. Because how can you drive into the desolate life you once had? Then again, Hawkins and its story book tragedies have a way of bringing you back for more. A mangled marriage, an abandoned two story, and a loved one in turmoil, it finally brings you back home.

Parings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, shitloads of angst, mentions of major health trauma (it’s heart related, so be warned before reading, as I don’t want to trigger anyone), that angsty angst, but with a happy ending, & obvious smut/nsfw content that will appear later in the story!

A/N: Sneak peek/teaser into my new series, and the first one I’m publishing for this fandom — That House In Indiana (inspired by Ethel Cain’s ‘A House In Nebraska’. Lyrics below that I obviously don’t own) There will be a happy ending, so don’t worry! I’ve also drawn off myself for the situation with Wayne, based off what happened to my own dad. It’s pretty rough, but Wayne will be okay — I promise! He has a health crisis in this that might trigger some people, so please DON’T read if you know it’ll upset you! And let me know what y’all think if you do read, please and thank you? ❤️💘❤️💘

February 1st, 1990

~*~

Labored breaths and bed sores, sing it to me all day long

When the aching sound of silence used to be our favorite song

You and me against the world, you were my man and I your girl

We had nothing except each other, you were my whole world

Then the day came and you were up and gone

And I still call home that house in Nebraska

Where we found each other on a dirty mattress on the second floor

Where the world was empty, save you and I

Where you came and I laughed, and you left and I cried

Where you told me even if we died tonight, that I'd die yours

~*~

Shaking hands with chipped polish of a once fresh manicure, now worried down from alternating chewed grinds between chattering teeth and trembling lips, stained with overflowing salt — switch to a tight grip around a faded leather steering wheel, the cracking leather mingling with that of rustling denim. Scattered neon pink chips spray nail beds, making you twitch with the need to placate that urgency in your guts that pummels the muscles, seizing those in your eyes to force you to glance at where the gold band used to sit, used to distract you so perfectly. You were sure that you’d gotten over that. Funny what delusions the mind can bank on to get you through destruction and pain. You sniffle upon a jagged exhale, breath coming out choppy and overused.

Your body feels stuck to the seats, melted into a frozen statue. You really don’t want to be you, to think. Hell, your thoughts border on everything they shouldn’t, all the what-ifs, the blames, past tragedies, and your wishes that if this was the end result — maybe it would’ve been better if you died that night in the Spring of 1986. Long drives that aren’t in line with the simplicity of five minutes, you’d avoided for the last two years. Four hours from your one bedroom townhouse in Illinois to a hotel room in your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana — you’re a prisoner to your psyche.

You’ll see your crumbling dream in the form of white plaster, broken wood planks, and rotten rose bushes, frosted across shattered glass windows — ones you had stewed over for days on what color would look the best for curb appeal, and a large for sale sign in the front yard that was once littered with the cars of friends and loved ones. That very same home, the one you had shaped with your partner, that curly haired, doe eyed boy that you first met when he gave you money to pay for the groceries you couldn’t quite afford when you were fifteen, unbeknownst to you that it was his last five dollars, but he gave it to you because he knew you needed it more. He’d be fine as long as you were. You don’t have to try to embrace every whisper his hands had gifted your skin with. Your walls are gone, body ripped open and bare for the entire town you’d left behind two years ago.

The scenery is starting to fill in, barren trees near bloom. Maybe an early Spring, you can’t be sure? Your tires click against wet asphalt when you turn, splashing water on the chrome body of your car as you head into the embankment of treetops that glow, entwined into an arch that blankets the road in charcoal shadows. You manage to raise your hand to hit your windshield wipers, crystal clearing in a thick smear. Your sclera, however, floods over, lashes sticking to raw under eyes, puffy and exerted. You swallow harshly around a raw and wet throat, foot accelerating the gas pedal. You have to get there.

You haven’t slept since you heard his voice, your ears floating into a familiar peak, a swell of overwhelming longing stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs, trapping your diaphragm beneath whimpers not cried. You knew right away that something wasn’t okay. He called for the first time in years, he was in the place of his uncle, your confusion palpable as you hadn’t expected the youth for the familiarity of your weekly calls with his own family. You could hear his deep voice, raspy and shrouded in painful storms unmatched. Your body was like a dead weight, fingers struggling to hold onto the receiver, tone a mere whisper, one that felt like broken glass being dragged out through your windpipes.

“What’s wrong, Eds?”

“He… I, Y/N—“ Like a plea that was too silent to fully find its vessel, his voice became caked with an ocean of tears, thick like the swamps of isolating despair.

You’d almost resorted to begging, but you had known, even then, Eddie always took his own path to processing grief. Resisting an instinctual soothe towards him was like rejecting the air that earth offered you.

Your fingers prickled in an uncomfortable heat, numb and dulled, tongue heavy and choking you. The same as that night you awaited to hear whatever horror Hawkins had dropped into your lives once more.

“It’s Wayne.” There was an eerie quietness as Eddie had caught up with himself and moved forward enough to inform you. You couldn’t have stopped the gasping cry that left your mouth if you’d taped it shut.

He’d wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone and take you into his arms, needing to remember what the heartbeat of another human felt like, more specifically — his human. But you weren’t, you hadn’t been, and he wasn’t calling you to tell you that. You loved his uncle like a father. Having to break this news, to lay a layer of pavement over your spirit and let it dry, driving over it to forget, Eddie guiding your heart into another turmoil — it made him want to attempt to dislocate his own jaw.

“What about Wayne? Please tell me what’s going on?” You lost every piece you’d mangled together, helpless to their violent disappearance.

Eddie had trembled as he sighed, shaky and worn. “He had a heart attack a few hours ago.”

Your organ had begun to lose traction, beating sporadically that you were sure some of your bones had been reduced to ash beneath the forceful erratic rhythm. Leaving behind everything but your shoes, coat, keys, and purse, you were already at your front door, phone cord stretching with you. “I’m coming home. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Yeah. Kay. I’ll be here.” Eddie sounded lost, that light he’d accumulated in his lifetime, part of it was dimming. He couldn’t lose the one person that had been with him his whole life. You were already gone. This would devour him whole.

You sit up straight in your seat, the action causing your back to crack. You take a few deep breaths, engrossed in the glossy branches in your sky view, thunder roaring in the distance, your vehicle approaching the clearing and ready to hit that final road that will take you home.

~*~

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Forever and Always? Part 2

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Let’s do this 😘

Synopsis: You and Jack alert the world of your decision to separate from one another and your best friends are trying to do everything they possibly can to change both of your minds

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Read Part 1 first

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jackharlow: I've been going back and forth about what I was going to say about this for days. Me and my wife y/ninsta have decided to separate. We'll always love each other but we feel that this is the best decision for us. 💔

saweetie: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING

lilnasx: please say sike 🥺

druski2funny: no. I'm not having this. absolutely not. yall are forever.

urbanwyatt: FUCK! yall really were serious? 😫

jackandy/naremyparents: NO. I DON'T ACCEPT THIS. NO. NO. THIS IS A BAD DREAM.

giveon: y/ninsta soooo what you tryna do? I'm single, you're single....

saweetie: giveon FUCK OFF

anitta: oh, well look at that!

normani: YOU CAN FUCK OFF TOO

theestallion: Y/N!!! Jack!!!

theshaderoom: looks like the Harlows are no more! say it ain't so! 😫🥺

maggieharlow: GET ON FACETIME YOU TWO. NOW.

jackharlow: maggieharlow I just need some time. I'll call you later. promise.

You were currently laying on your bed with your head in Urban’s lap crying your eyes out and he was trying to console you.

“Come on, Y/N, I.... you two should talk this out. This isn’t the two of you I know. You would literally do anything for each other.” Urban confessed while rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down.

“Urb, just let it go!”

“How?!? My best friends are DIVORCING. You’ve been together since you two were fifteen. FIFTEEN! Doesn’t that mean anything?!”

“It does, but you see the way he’s been acting towards me. Maybe he found someone else. He’s so secretive.”

“JACK WOULD NOT CHEAT ON YOU.”

“But, how can we be so sure?” You replied while wiping your eyes with a tissue that Urban handed you.

“Y/N, you two are literally talking out of your asses. You would go to literal WAR for him and he would do the same for you!”

“Just... I don’t know.”

You noticed that Blanche and Rose, two of your puppies had come into your room and YOU reached down to scoop the both of them up.

“At least I know they won’t leave me.”

“Y/N....”

“Urb... you truly are one of my best friends and I appreciate you for trying to help us. But, maybe it’s time to move on. I mean we’ve only ever been with each other and sometimes you just want something different.”

“NO! You two do NOT want something different. Can’t yall just fuck and make up?”

“It’s going to take a lot more than that.”

“Just show up to his condo in lingerie. Purple. Multiple rounds.”

“He’ll probably reject me.”

“DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF RIGHT NOW?!”

“I’m about to take them for a walk. Are you coming? I need to take my mind off things.”

“No, I’ll give you some alone time.”

“Okay.”

You quickly went into the bathroom to rinse off your face washing away the remnants of your tears before slipping on your slides and getting the girls ready for their walk.

You were out of earshot when Urban decided to FaceTime your husband or soon to be ex-husband, Jack to plead with him to fix this.

“Hey Urb.”

“WILL YALL PLEASE FIX THIS? I’M ABOUT TO HAVE A PANIC ATTACK.”

“Urb!”

“I’m serious! All Y/N is doing is crying! You hate when your wife cries so come and fix this! I’m about to throw up! She cried so hard last night that she actually did throw up!”

“She won’t be my wife for long.”

“But she’s your best friend too! YALL JUST WANT TO KILL ME, DON’T YOU!? If yall not fucking and traumatizing me, yall are now causing me to be stressed the fuck out. Imma be bald by 28 if yall keep this shit up.”

“No, not at all. Not trying to kill you. We’ve just been growing apart.”

“Did you meet someone else?”

“No.”

“You said that a little too quickly.”

“I haven’t Urb. It’s just we met when we were kids and now we’re adults. Things just aren’t the same.”

“Well FIX IT! Your ass better turn into fix it Felix jr. from Wreck-it-Ralph.”

“You really aren’t letting this go, are you?”

“No! You know what? I’m signing the two of you up for therapy and getting yall weed so you can sort this shit out.”

“THERAPY?”

“FUCK YES AND BY THE TIME WE LEAVE THE TWO OF YOU WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN.”

When you were out for your walk, your phone vibrated indicating a new text from Neelam.

Nee- You better start explaining and you better start right now. what the hell is going on?!?!

You- We’re just growing apart Nee. It’s just.... he’s not the same person I married. He’s been acting cold and standoffish towards me for awhile

Nee- Well talk this shit out! I’m not accepting this!

You- You sound like everyone else

Nee- Well yeah I guess so! Yall have been together forever and talk about your future all the time. all of a sudden that doesn’t mean anything?

You- It can’t mean anything if we’re not on the same page

Nee- I see imma have to knock some sense into both of you

You- I love you Nee, but it’s time for this to end

Nee- NO IT’S NOT. Why are the two of you being so hard headed? talk it out and fix it!

You- Now you sound like Urban

Nee- You two love each other. that doesn’t go away overnight

You- I do still love him, that’s probably not going to change

Nee- I’m telling both of your mothers

You- NEELAM!

Nee- Since the both of you want to do this the hard way, you’re leaving me no choice

You- Just let it go

Nee- Not a chance in hell

---

All of PG were now sitting in a circle with you and Jack making literal daggers at each other.

Urban wasn’t playing when he said the two of you would be going to a therapy session.

And all of PG.

“Okay, so Urban do you want to start since it was your idea to get everyone together?” the therapist Lisa asked while looking over at him.

“Sure. Okay so, I decided to do this for us to be able to talk some sense into our best friends for them to fix whatever happened in their marriage and not divorce. I still remember the first time I saw the way that Jack would stare at Y/N and vice versa. When he finally asked her to be his girlfriend, it was all she wrote. I just don’t want my best friends to be miserable.”

“I’m not miserable, I’m fine.” Jack confessed without taking his eyes off you.

“I call bullshit!” 2fo piped up and all eyes were on him.

“You were crying while looking through the pictures of the two of you last night.”

“Yeah, that sounds like him. He a simp for her.”

“And all Y/N has been doing for the past few weeks is crying. It’s like she’s given up.” Shloob said putting his two cents in.

“It’s like the two of you have accepted this and... I don’t get why. Yall would kill for the other one to make sure that they were happy.”

“Hmm maybe it was his weak ass pullout game that I didn’t want to deal with anymore.” You finally spoke for the first time while rolling your eyes.

“HEY! I’ve gotten better and that was ONE TIME.”

“AND THAT ONE TIME ALMOST GOT ME PREGNANT WHEN WE WERE SIXTEEN!”

“WHY YOU ALWAYS BRINGING UP OLD SHIT? WHAT ABOUT YOU ALWAYS BEING ON CP TIME?!? YOU’RE ABOUT TO BE LATE TO YOUR OWN DAMN FUNERAL!”

“Oh shit. He not lying though.”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK JACKMAN!”

“NO!”

“Okay! Okay! Everyone relax for a second. No yelling. Everyone should have a chance to express how they feel.”

“Look, as much as yall get on my nerves with how much yall love to fuck each other’s brains out. I miss hearing about it.”

“QUIISO!”

“WHAT?! Come on we’re all thinking it.”

“Nah, I can do without that. Keep in mind I live with them and I’m tired of being traumatized almost every night. Fucking rabbits.” Urban said while looking over at Quiiso.

“So, Jack tell us how you feel about your wife.”

“Almost ex-wife.”

“NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT!” Urban practically screamed.

“She’s an amazing person and I’m not taking anything away from her on that front. But, we’ve just grown apart. There’s a problem if you don’t want to be in the same room as your wife.”

“I can take care of that and kill you right now and collect the insurance money.”

“Y/N!”

“I know she was mean but got damn that was a low blow.”

“Well, he said he doesn’t want to be in the same room as me! That’s okay. I’ll just light the rest of your shit on fire when I get home.”

“THIS IS NOT WAITING TO EXHALE!”

“WELL IT FEELS LIKE IT!”

“See, we can’t even have a simple conversation without your ass getting violent.”

“Jackman, watch yourself because I will literally beat the shit out of you. 6′3 my ass.”

“And she’ll do it too.” Shloob replied as he took a drink out of his water bottle.

“I’d like to see her try.”

“JACK! YOU HAVE SEEN YOUR WIFE IN ACTION. TAKE IT BACK.” Nemo yelled knowing what was about to happen.

“No.”

Just then everyone’s eyes were on you and Urban just knew you were about to lunge at him.

You were too small and too fast for him.

Even with the heels that you were wearing.

“THERE SHE GOES!”

“WORLD STARRR! GET HIM Y/N!!”

“CATCH HER!”

You had knocked Jack out of his chair and were now on top of Jack straddling him and it almost looked as if you were attempting to choke him when Urban and 2fo pulled you off.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!? NOW YOU’RE FIGHTING YOUR HUSBAND?!”

“This is not the BDSM shit I signed up for.”

“SOON TO BE EX-HUSBAND! And there is plenty more where that came from. I want half of EVERYTHING!”

“I KNEW YOU WERE A CRAZY ASS BITCH BUT GOT DAMN!”

“EVERYONE CALM DOWN!” Lisa was now beyond terrified of the scene unfolding in front of her.

“JACK, DO NOT CALL HER OUT OF HER NAME!”

“WELL THAT’S HOW SHE’S ACTING!”

“No, yall. It’s fine. I know where you live now and that is not an empty threat. Do what you want with that information. I’m out.”

You said while grabbing your purse, but not before looking at Jack and bucking like you were about to come after him and he flinched.

“Mm hmm, scared ass.”

“I told your ass to take that shit back.” Nemo said while looking at Jack who was trying to recover.

---

"Jack you know you don't have to sign them."

Urban said as Jack was now looking down at the divorce papers that you decided to issue him at the studio in front of everyone.

Talk about a low blow.

Jack pulled out his glasses so he could see the documents better.

"But I'm the one who asked for this."

"Now I know it's bad if he done whipped out the damn bifocals to see that shit."

"And you can be the one to fix it!"

"This shit is insane. Both of yall need to get a fucking grip and get this shit in order. Yall belong together."

"I used to think that, but not anymore."

"Used to!?!? Used to!?!"

"Let it go 2fo."

"I'm not letting this shit go any time soon. Like you just woke up and was like I don't love her anymore?"

"I do still love her."

"Then why did you ask for the divorce?"

"I just want different things I guess."

"I'm not believing this shit for a second."

"Well believe it."

"You better not sign that shit." Shloob basically yelled.

No one wanted to see the two of you at odds.

"We both want this so…. And she wants half of everything."

"Well without her, you definitely wouldn't be as far along in your career as you are. She's right to want half."

"Shloob, you scared as shit of Y/N, so of course you about to say that shit."

"She's little and angry and can fight! I don't want to be on the receiving end! You saw how she almost choked her husband to death."

"Yeah you were starting to turn blue, Jack."

"Them little hands and her nails? Count me out. She is vicious."

"She'll scratch the shit outta you."

"Jack is used to her scratching the shit out of his back, not her trying to kill him."

"And yall don't have kids which makes it easier."

"It's just better this way."

"For who!? Yall can't even be in the same room as each other without shooting daggers at one another. Uhh you realize she is your wife and the FIRST LADY of Private Garden."

"We’ll work around it. Maybe she can finally get with Giveon."

"Now I know he done lost his muthafuckin mind."

"WHAT!?"

"Ain't no way in hell we would even let him near her. Dude is a fucking creep."

"She don't want him, she wants you!"

"No, she wants a divorce."

---

It has now been a total of three months since the two of you began having problems and one entire month of being separated and not living together.

PG was not having it.

AT ALL.

"This is insane like they're our friends. We shouldn't be picking sides.” 2fo complained.

They just didn’t know what to do anymore.

"We shouldn't and we need to let them work this out on their own."

"But that isn't working. You saw how Y/N basically attacked him at that therapy session."

"I never thought I'd see the day. She'll fight everyone else over him, but to actually fight your husband? She is seriously on some other shit." Shloob confessed knowing that Jack had literally asked for it that day.

"That's why I have a plan to get them back together."

"Like that therapy session? That was your bright idea too and you see how that went. Y/N will fight in front of anyone, she doesn't give a flying fuck." 2fo said while turning towards Urban.

"This will work, trust me."

Urban rented out an entire banquet hall and invited all of your friends to hopefully be able to talk some sense into the both of you.

He was just praying that you didn’t end up fighting Jack like at the therapy session.

Only thing he had to do now was get the both of you there without the other one knowing that the other would be there.

Somehow someway when 6 PM rolled around both of you were in attendance and trying to avoid talking to each other. Urban was in charge of bringing you and 2fo was in charge of bringing Jack.

“Okay first off, Jack and Y/N, we all love you and support yall, but this has gone on far too long. Yall needed to make up like yesterday.”

All you and Jack did was look at each other since they made the two of you stand next to each other as everyone pleaded their cases on why the two of you should get back together.

This went on for another thirty minutes, when it was finally your best friend Saweetie’s turn.

“Look yall got me in tears up in here. Like yall are soulmates and I’m not accepting this. The way yall love each other and have always gone hard for each other is suddenly over? It doesn’t make sense. Yall have been stressing us out and I’m tired of hearing Y/N crying on the phone to me just about every night.” Saweetie confessed while looking at the both of you.

You simply sighed as Jack rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hmm, Jackman what do you think?” You asked looking up at him.

“Well, they do have a point, I guess.”

“Sooo, you’ll get back together?!?” Urban yelled as there was a bright smile on his face along with the rest of PG.

The two of you looked at each other and proceeded to bust out laughing.

“Uhh. what’s so funny?”

“We have a confession to make. We never were separated really..... yall honestly thought I was divorcing my wife?!? Like my fine ass wife?!? IN WHAT UNIVERSE?! Yall are fucking crazy.”

“WE GOT YALL ASSES!”

Everyone’s mouth was hanging wide open.

“WHAT?!?!”

“I’m going to kill the both of you!! WHY WOULD YOU STRESS ME OUT LIKE THAT?!?”

“Sorry, Urban but... let this be a lesson to you and PG. Stop pranking us while we’re on tour. We had to get yall back somehow.”

“But... what.... WHY?!? THIS SHIT WAS SO ELABORATE FOR NO REASON”

“I told your stupid ass we shouldn’t have done it! I should have known their asses were going to get us back, but not like this!” Shloob yelled at 2fo.

“And to think I wasted tears on yall asses!” Lil Nas X confessed while looking over at yall in disbelief.

“I’m.... speechless.” Druski was looking around absolutely dumbfounded.

“YALL KEPT THIS SHIT UP FOR 3 MONTHS. 3 MONTHS?!?!”

“My baby’s acting skills are top tier aren’t they?” You said as you hugged him and he leaned down to kiss you.

“I missed your kisses.”

“And I missed something else.” Jack responded while wiggling his eyebrows and laughing.

“Like Jack was mean as hell towards you and we were all like what the fuck is his problem?!”

“AND YOU WERE CRYING REAL TEARS! JACK MOVED OUT!”

“We had to make sure yall believed us! And yall did! Come on now, we’re never breaking up!”

“And Y/N actually fought Jack at therapy!”

“She did?!?!”

“I just knew she was going to kill him and he called her a bitch. Talking about I’d like to see her try and fight me, Jack was asking for it that day!”

“And then when she served him the divorce papers he took out his glasses to read that shit!”

“Those lenses are thick as shit!”

“And we planned out the whole thing. I was going back and forth about calling her that though and she was like nope, we have to make it seem like it’s real.”

“Yall are fucking made for each other. Pulling this stupid ass shit.” Normani said as she rolled her eyes.

“Thank God this is over. We’ve been holding off on sex for too long. Come on pretty girl, I’ve got a lot of build up.” Jack said as he scooped you up bridal style and kissing you.

“He’s gonna give me that sweet, sweet, sweet semen!”

“I cannot fucking stand the two of yall.” Urban said still shaking his head in disbelief.

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jackharlow: y/ninsta and I cannot thank you enough for all the support you've shown us these past few months when we decided to separate. We just wanted to say thank you and to let yall know.... WE GOT YALL! Did yall HONESTLY think I was getting a divorce from my baby? Yall had us fucked up. 😂😂

y/ninsta: WE GOT EM GOOD!

saweetie: I AM ABOUT TO KILL YOU TWO 😡

urbanwyatt: saweetie nah ME FIRST

lilnasx: ADD ME TO THE LIST TO KILL THEM

druski2funny: yall foul as shit for this

normani: we should’ve known. yall love each other entirely too much.

2forwoyne: but yall acting skills were TOP TIER. yall kept this shit up for 3 months?!?!

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne we did however, we still saw each other. I snuck out when Urban was asleep lol

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta your ass was crying actual crocodile tears all for this TO BE A LIE

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt saweetie yall truly are my best friends because you two were ready to go to war for me against jackharlow

saweetie: jackharlow your wife kept me from coming to the condo and kicking your ass. let this be a lesson to you. I’m watching you.

jackharlow: saweetie you just as violent as she is 🙄

saweetie: jackharlow and that’s why she’s my best friend, DUH!

giveon: y/ninsta well if your man ever acts out again you know where to find me

jackharlow: giveon take your goofy ass on somewhere. now you out here looking stupid.

urbanwyatt: his name is forever now goofy giveon 🤭🤭

jackharlow: urbanwyatt lmaooo he need to worry about how his mic is not working and not worry about my wife who don’t even want his ass 😂😂

saweetie: jackharlow lmaoooo AYO!!!

dualipa: y/ninsta you promised me after the divorce we would get married!

jackharlow: dualipa imma be dead and gone before that happens but then again, even from the grave I’ll make sure your ass doesn’t touch my baby

y/ninsta: dualipa don’t pay him no mind, he’s just acting like a big baby today

jackharlow: y/ninsta I am your big baby and no one else’s. dualipa STAY FAR AWAY.

dualipa: jackharlow imma take you down. just wait and see

jackharlow: dualipa wait and see what?!?! COME AND GET THIS SMOKE NEOW!

dualipa: jackharlow DROP THE ADDRESS

y/ninsta: CHILDRENNNNNN STOP IT!

jackharlow: y/ninsta SHE STARTED IT

dualipa: jackharlow AND I PLAN ON FINISHING IT WITH YOUR WIFE CUMMING IN MY MOUTH

jackharlow: dualipa TIMEOUT! FLAG ON THE PLAY!

y/ninsta: I just wanted for us to go out and get some food and they up here arguing as per usual. I’m just sitting up here hungry.

dualipa: y/ninsta sit on my face and I’ll stop harassing your husband

jackharlow: dualipa only face she’s sitting on is MINE

dualipa: jackharlow FOR NOW

jackharlow: dualipa that’s it. RESTRAINING ORDER.

maggieharlow: when I get my hands on the two of you 😡🤬

y/ninsta: uh oh claybornharlow come get your mama! she tryna kill us!

claybornharlow: y/ninsta as she should.

y/ninsta: claybornharlow now as much shit that you have spilled about us, the LEAST you could do is hold her off for a few hours because knowing her, she about to catch a flight and beat our asses 😣

maggieharlow: y/ninsta you know me well.

claybornharlow: y/ninsta oh like the time you and jackharlow forgot to pick me up from soccer practice and I had to walk home because he was too busy rearranging your guts?

jackharlow: CLAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

y/ninsta: claybornharlow I just..... you not my favorite anymore. I keep trying to look past all your faults and....

claybornharlow: y/ninsta I’m bringing gifts next week

y/ninsta: claybornharlow YOU ARE FORGIVEN BABY BRO

jackharlow: y/ninsta NO THE FUCK HE’S NOT

maggieharlow: I’m about to catch this flight y/ninsta jackharlow see you in a few

y/ninsta: jackharlow BABY!

jackharlow: y/ninsta yes mamas?

y/ninsta: jackharlow how fast can we pack up the house and move? 🙃

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#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x you

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novankenn · 4 months

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Winnin Hand Au: Is Ozpin not doing anything because he is amused or because he is terrified of the harem? Also Ilia can change her skin, eye , and hair color and Emerald can cast illusions so their are some more wild cards. Lastly will we get a check up on Blake and Yang?

NO Ozpin... Not Happening

/== Master Post List ==/

As soon as Ozpin was given the report of Pyrrha Nikos "abducting" Weiss Schnee and Ruby Rose, he was on the move. It was a rare sight to see the Headmaster of Beacon storming through the halls of his Academy... as he always seemed to have a cool untroubled aura surrounding him.

He reached the dorm to team JNPR's dorm room about fifteen minutes after he received the report. A report he was given about thirty minutes after the event. Using the top of his cane he knocked on the door, with three rapid knocks.

Ozpin: Um... Ms Rose? Ms Schnee?

Ruby / Weiss: Headmaster, what brings you to see us?

Ozpin was more than a little shocked at the appearance of two of his most promising first year students. They had calm looks, no peaceful looks upon their faces, and were both clothes in bright blue dresses, with golden thread trim. Ozpin instantly recognized the Arc Crest embroidered over the left breast of each dress.

Ozpin: I... um came to check upon your welfare. Considering...

Ruby : We are perfectly fine as you can see.

Weiss: Thank you for your concern, but we are very content.

Ozpin: Content? May I ask?

Ruby : Pyrrha has shown us a greater calling.

Weiss: One we have decided to accept.

Ozpin: Higher calling, than being a protector of Remnant? What could that be?

Ruby / Weiss: Babies.

Ozpin chocked on his spit and in fact the very air. NO this was a disaster.

Pyrrha: Headmaster, what brings you to our humble dwelling?

Ozpin turned his head and his eyes went wide in shock as saw Pyrrha Nikos, standing there with Penny Polendina under her arm.

Ozpin: (Thinking) This is bad.

Weiss: The Headmaster came to check up on our welfare. It was very kind of him.

Pyrrha: Is that true, Headmaster?

Ozpin: Yes. Yes it is.

Pyrrha: That is very kind of you. Now if you please, we have a PRIVATE conversation to have with Ms Polendina.

Ozpin: Of course. Pardon my interruption, and have a good day.

Ozpin stepped aside allowing Ms Nikos, and Ms Polendina to enter JNPR's dorm. The door closed softly shortly after. HE started his journey back towards his office, when his scroll began to ring. Pulling it out, he was confused at the unknown number. Figuring it was possibly scammers, he answered it, ready to instantly hand up.

????: Headmaster Ozpin?

Ozpin: Yes?

Jasmine: This is Jasmine Arc... I understand you paid my darling daughters... a visit.

Ozpin: (Thinking) It hadn't even been thirty seconds between the door closing and this scroll call!

Jasmine: I have a small request...

Ozpin: I'm listening.

Jasmine: DO. NOT. INTERFERE.

Ozpin swallowed, his eyes growing wide, in fear at the pure animosity radiating from his scroll.

Ozpin: Okay?

Jasmine: Thank you. Have a nice day.

The call ended on that note, and Ozpin just stood there, shock and fear running rampant through his mind.

/=====/

A/N - I'll look into working Illia in, and Yes there will be a "Check In" with Blake and Yang. Thank you for the ask.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #weiss schnee #penny polendina #arslan altan #may zedong #glynda goodwitch #neopolitan #dew gayl #octavia ember #headmaster ozpin #jasmine arc (OC)

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tulipe-rose · 3 months

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Hello! I hope this isn’t a bad time, but could I request a short fic of Yuna and Milo? Like they’re just having some mom and daughter time :3 oooo, maybe they went to get food for Milo’s birthday since it is coming up?

If you decide to do this (please don’t if you don’t want to) you can do any au you’d like

ILY(/p) SAFFRON, BYEE! ♥️

Of course (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ Sorry for the late reply btw. I was out all day.

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Milo, my little angel.

Modern au, no ships. Biological!GiYuLo au.

Fluff.

P.s Happy birthday Milo!!

Today's the most important day of the year. Well, at least to Yuna it is.

Milo will be turning fifteen today! Yuna couldn't believe how quickly the years passed. Just yesterday Milo was a little ball of energy, waddling around adorably, being their little bundle of happiness.

They already celebrated her birthday a week in advance, since Giyuu had to travel for an exchange program between schools. Milo was already content with the celebration, but Yuna wanted to give her a few more surprises.

Yuna had a plan, but she had to wait for Milo to leave before she could execute it. Milo planned to go out with her friend group today, and Yuna was going to take advantage of that.

''Mum! I'll be heading out now! I promised to meet up with the others at the station. See you later! Love you!''

''Love you too angel! Don't be late, it's a school night!''

Yuna knew she didn't need to remind her, Milo was responsible enough to meet curfew, but she couldn't help herself. She was unable to stop herself from being extra careful. She didn't want to take any chances. The surprise must be perfect!

Yuna heard the front door close with a soft thud, before getting to work. She opened her closet, revealing the hidden gifts. She had ordered some fake roses for Milo to decorate her room with, a new flowy knee-length violet dress and a white brooch she noticed Milo eyeing at the store.

A little thing about Yuna is that she loves to spoil her daughter, like her husband. She got into the habit of buying at least two gifts for Milo on her birthday, being influenced by Giyuu's gifting habits. This year she had to compromise though, given the circumstances. She gave Milo one present during the early party, and will be gifting the rest to her tonight.

The order did arrive late, but fortunately made it in time. Yuna was relieved when it arrived last night, calming her tense nerves.

She specifically disliked ordering online due to it's unexpected timings, but she had to rely on it this time, and she's fortunate enough for it not to let her down.

She spread the gifts out on her bed, admiring her taste in gifts. Soon, she started feeling like enough time was wasted, and gathered everything to place the gifts neatly inside a box with white and lavender wrapping.

With that part of her surprise done, she went onto the next part of the plan.

Now, Yuna doesn't know what's gotten into her, but she forgot to order the snacks. She planned to enjoy a movie with some snacks tonight, but she somehow overlooked the latter, and only just noticed. She did her best to be positive, feeling like getting herself down would only waste time. She threw on a quick outfit, leaving for the nearest store.

''I need to hurry up. I still have to prep the living room, putting out comfortable pillows and warm blankets. I checked with Milo, she said she'd have lunch with her friends, so that relieves me of making proper lunch. I can just heat up some leftovers, it's high time they're eaten before they go bad'' She got her thoughts organized on her way to the store, while pulling out her shopping list, looking through things she needed.

~Timeskip to when she's back home, almost done with her to do list~

''The sun's setting already? Milo should be home anytime soon, gotta put the last touches before turning the lights off.''

Yuna wraps up any leftover work, putting the dried dishes away, and taking the roses out, and placing them on the table. She fixes herself up a bit, going in for a quick shower, safely assuming Milo wouldn't turn up for another thirty minutes at the very least.

Little did she know, Milo decided to return home early. Her mother emphasized her curfew, so she decided to turn up early just in case. She tried to give her mother a call, but there was no response, so she decided to ask her about it when she got back. Milo always kept a spare key with her, since her father insisted.

The apartment was dark and the lights were off, so Milo thought that may be her mother turned in early, or went out to buy something. She walked further in to see the kitchen illuminated, going to investigate, she found a decently sized bouquet of roses sitting on the table. Milo didn't expect to see it, but she did love roses, so she picked up one of them, taking a whiff of it's fragrant aroma. She knew they were fake, but she couldn't help but admire their beauty.

''MILO!?''

''Mum! You're here!''

Yuna didn't foresee this, but she decided to just go along with her original plan, but a little improvised.

''Happy birthday, my little angel...''

She embraced her daughter, smiling joyfully, greatful for her daughter's happiness and health. Milo returned the embrace, feeling tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill.

''Thank you... I'm truly grateful to have you mum!''

Sorry it's kinda late and rushed, I was out all day, and organizing my thoughts was pretty hard. I hope there aren't too many errors.

''Me too Milo, me too!'' Yuna leads Milo to the living room, which was left without lights, since Milo decided that she didn't want to turn them on only to forget them.

What meets Milo's eyes is exactly what she needed after such a long and tiring, yet fun, day.

The sofa was littered with the softest pillows they owned, and her favorite blanket, suitable for the chilly weather. Milo went over to huddle up with her mother on there, smiling giddily at how fluffy everything was.

''What's on for tonight?''

''A movie chosen by the birthday girl, and a mountain of snacks.''

''Ooo! I actually saw this one movie about demons and a main character with a tragic backstory, who's mission is to take them down to save his sister!''

''That movie's a small continuation of the series. The series is till ongoing with three seasons. I don't mind marathoning it with you though! You up for it?''

''Mhm! Definitely!''

They start the first episode, with barely ten minutes in, but Milo's already balling her eyes out.

''T-tanjiro deserved better! He's such a nice character! Why d-did this have to happen to himmm.''

Yuna, also a little moved by the tragedy, but mainly by the effects and graphics, pats her daughter's back reassuringly.

They go through the first season by midnight, and Milo starts dozing off.

''Did you have fun sweetie?''

''Yes, mum. I...-'' a yawn involuntarily interrupts her speech, which leads her to change what she intended to say. ''-should probably turn in and call it a day. The characters were all amazing, but eerily familiar. It was great though.''

''That's a relief then...''

Yuna picks up her daughter, thanking her workout while carrying her to bed, tucking her in and making sure she's comfortable. She reaches out to caress her daughter's cheek, eyes overflowing with warmth.

''No matter how old you grow up to be, you'll always be my dear daughter.''

She places a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing her soft hair off of her face, with great care and gentleness.

''Sleep tight, Milo. My little angel.''

I really hope you like it Kim. I didn't proof read this, because I wanted it to be out as soon as I finished it. Sorry if it's a bit ooc, I'm not the best at character analysis (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

I'll tag @larz-barz here, because this was the only thing I was able to do for Milo special day, sorry bout that.

Thanks for requesting this Kim, I didn't know what to do for Milo's bday.

#saff-ron tag #writers on tumblr #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #oc #ao3 writer #milo suzuki #yuna handa #mutuals oc #au #request #ILYT KIM #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILOOO #mwa mwa

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shdo-xplosion · 1 year

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hello! ₍₍ ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡ my name is dove, and i’m new to tumblr and its glorious anime fandom spaces, so i’m hosting this event in hopes of making some friends. i’ve seen some events around for milestones(?) and thought to myself, ‘why not introduce yourself that way, dove?’so here i am!

i’m taking some inspiration from other events i’ve seen in terms of games, but i’m hoping they’re still fun for everyone!

fandoms included in this event are BLUE LOCK, GENSHIN IMPACT, MY HERO ACADEMIA, TOKYO REVENGERS

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: some of the content for this event will be of the dark variety, however, all of it will be tagged. proceed with caution!

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬:

• please be at least 18 years or older

• you may play all the games, but please don’t send in multiple requests for any of them, especially matches, spells, and froggy kisses!

• please be respectful of me and my lack of boundaries

• if you enjoy the event, give me a follow! (≧◡≦)

EVENT STARTS NOW & ENDS WHEN I WANT IT TO

event tag: doves welcome event✿

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

(⋆◗̑◡◗̑)⸝♡⃛⸜(◖̑◡◖̑⋆) 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

tell me a bit about yourself (hobbies), what you look like (aesthetic), and what you’re looking for in a partner (gender, fandom), and i’ll play matchmaker with you!

♡ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬

give me a character, how you love them, and/or how they love you, and i’ll create a love spell for you. example below:

BASIL TO FIND AND PROTECT LOVE; ROSE HIPS FOR GENERAL LOVE AND PEACE; ROSE QUARTZ FOR LOVE OF SELF ♡

★ note: though i do practice witchcraft, i am not an expert in any spells or the craft in general

*ೃ༄ 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐬

send me your fave and a vague physical description of yourself/oc and i’ll make a very rough sketch of the two of you! (i am not an artist, these are just quick little sketches from a reference with a messy watercolor brush). also, the froggy hat is not a must, but i can add it if you want! don’t forget to tell me who’s kissin’ who!

ex:

｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐭

pick any character from any of the fandoms above as well as a number shown below and i’ll reply with a short drabble/scene from my correlating prompt list! the hearts beside each number describe what kind of content the prompt is.

💛 fluff

❤️ smut

💙 darker content (pseudo-incest, dub-con, rough sex)

🖤 very dark content (non-con, monsterfucking)

{one❤️} {two💙} {three💛}

{four🖤} {five❤️} {six💛}

{seven🖤} {eight💙} {nine💙}

{ten💛} {eleven💙} {twelve💛}

{thirteen💛} {fourteen❤️} {fifteen🖤}

*if requesting ❤️💙or🖤, you must be off anon with an age in your bio!

i hope this can be a fun time for everyone, and i look forward to meeting you! (*^ω^*)

#bllk x reader #my hero academia x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #genshin impact x reader #I actually don’t know how to tag this sorry!#doves welcome event ✿

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hsgucci94 · 1 year

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Crowds

Summary: The one where Harry knows how bad Y/N’s anxiety gets in a crowd and offers her to watch his live show from his dressing room.

Content warnings: fluff

Word count: 600

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A/N: "***" means it’s a different scene, just to avoid confusion hehe. Also, if you click on the image you can read the texts much better x

A/N2: jgkgjgfn was meant to post this during his European league of tour but somehow forgot, so here it is months later oops :’)

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Y/N’s phone vibrated in her back pocket a few times, letting her know she had received some text messages. The moment she took it out and read them, a smile was instantly plastered on her face, her heart melting with every word on that screen.

"Harry?,” Jeff asked beside her, elbowing her while rising his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes, the smile still on her face, and nodded. Sarah, Elin and Pauli, who were also sat at the table with her, laughed, shaking their heads. Ever since she joined them on tour, they loved teasing her when it came to Harry.

"Oh, c’mon! It's not what you all dirty-minded people think," she giggled, clicking her tongue while pretending to be annoyed, "Anyway, gotta go."

When she left the room, she could still hear them chuckling behind her back.

"May I come in?" she asked, right after knocking on Harry's dressing room door a couple of times, her head peeking through it.

He smiled in her direction, "Of course, love."

He was standing there, already dressed for the show, and opened his arms for her the moment she started walking to him. She snuggled against his chest, hiding her face in the crook of his neck while his arms strongly wrapped around her body.

"You've got water and snacks in that tiny fridge over there," he informed her, looking down at her to make sure she was seeing what he was pointing at, "I turned on the TV behind me. Right now you can see Wolf Alice performing onstage, but soon that'll be me," he giggled, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Thank you, H," she smiled, moving her head up to look at him, "But I think I wanna be in the crowd tonight.”

“You sure? I don’t mind you staying here at all," he assured her.

"I know. I just really want to enjoy the live show. It's your biggest tour so far, and since I won't be able to join you for most of it, I wanna make the most of my time here."

"Okay," he nodded, caressing one of her cheeks with his thumb, "I'Il tell Jeff to keep you company."

"Oh, no, please," she giggled, "Ever since he saw me smiling at your messages before coming here, him and the band are making fun of me... They think I'm actually paying you a visit because you are..., you know..., needy."

"Oh," he chuckled, "Maybe he did hear us last time?"

Her eyes instantly went wide, her cheeks starting to turn red. When Harry played Coachella a few weeks back and they were both backstage, they couldn't help but have some fun before the concert started. Y/N suspected Jeff had heard them by the way he started chuckling when she passed him in the hallway some time later, but she hadn't been able to confirm such thing until then.

"Oh, boy... Anyway, we should do that again some time," she admitted, biting her lower lip, while the past memories came back to her like a movie..., a dirty one.

"Are you horny?,” he rose an eyebrow, smirking.

"Are you?"

He chuckled, "Well, now I am."

"Good, because I am, too."

"Come here then," he grabbed her hand and walked her to the couch in front of him, "We've got fifteen minutes just for ourselves."

***

#harry styles #short story #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles prompts #harry styles stories #harrystyles #hsgucci94 #hsgucci94 imagines #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfics #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles on tour #love on tour

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year

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𓅨 Dreamswept: Chapter Fifteen

Dreamswept: In which Dream’s imprisonment brings out his darker side. Y/N’s mother works for the Burgess’s as a nurse, and after stumbling across what is hidden beneath Fawny Rig’s mortars one summer, Y/N’s life will never be the same. A darkness has attached itself to her and no matter how long she is kept from the Endless in the basement, he has not forgotten her kindness and brief moments of comfort. No, he has not forgotten, and now he craves it.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Dubious Explicit Content (Unprotected Sex Is A No No), Breeding Kink, Morpheus Baby Fever (Morpheus Wants To Be A Daddy Again), Manipulated Reader, Major Mind Fuckery, Gore (Brief Injury), This Is Filth! Like Seriously, If Any Themes Above Bother You (Baby Making), Please Don’t Read.

To Note: Dark!Morpheus/Dream x Female!Reader, Inspired by 'Claiming His Queen' by @moonmaiden1996 (Go Read It!).

Word Count: ~3.5k

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Lucienne had told you that Morpheus had business in the Waking World, someone had called for him. You were glad to know that people still remembered him. Then you got to talking with Matthew about who had called. You didn’t know what to think about Morpheus running off to aid his ex-wife. It was unsettling to you, but you could understand that he would aid her… you were sure Calliope was incredibly beautiful. Would he stray from you? You bit down on your lip, drawing blood and digging your nails into the skirts of your dress. You didn’t want to be the jealous wife, you refused to be. But your mind would not let it go and those thoughts circulated your mind repeatedly until you couldn’t stand it anymore. You sharply rose to your feet and strode from your sitting room, your nails scratching at your arm. With insecurity raging in your veins, you took to walking the walls of the palace in restlessness. Everyone who passed you could see that something was bothering you. Somehow you ended up on the other side of palace, wandering with no direction.

“My lady?” You blinked yourself out of your thoughts and came to a stop, seeing Lucienne standing to your left with a concerned look on her face.

“Oh, do you need something, Lucienne?” You asked, tilting your head to the side in question. “Did I forget something again?” Lucienne shook her head firmly in answer and walked over to you with her hands clasped behind her.

“No, nothing of the sort, I simply wish to inquire about your current wellbeing, this is the first time you are governing The Dreaming alone.” Not to mention the first time Morpheus had left you to your own devices since he had stolen you from The Waking World. Lucienne often questioned the amount of mental influence Morpheus used on you to keep you placid and agreeable. He had held you close since you had fled to the Ocean of Dreams. It was clear to everyone that you weren’t yourself, you didn’t have the spark of fire burning behind your eyes or the fight in your body. Lucienne could only see confusion and emptiness.

“I’m fine,” You stated softly, hiding your hands behind your back so she couldn’t see how you had picked and scratched at your arms with your nails. The very least you could do was be the effortless and perfect queen everyone seemed to think you were. “And I am sure Morpheus will be back soon…” Your words were more of a reassurance to yourself than one to Lucienne. The librarian looked at you over her glasses, not believing your futile attempts to appear normal. You tried so hard to be something you were never destined to handle.

“Are you,” Lucienne drawled out, eyeing you closer, her eyes lingered on your sleeve, catching sight of the scratched skin of your wrists. You tugged the sleeve of your dress further down to hide it from view. Lucienne pursed her lips and cocked her head. “Would you like to go for a walk with me, my lady? I believe the echinacea have just bloomed.” Flowers, your mind could use the distraction and flowers were nice. Beautiful. Beautiful like Calliope— You took in a deep breath and smiled.

“I would love to go on a walk with you, Lucienne, thank you.” Lucienne inclined her head and the two of you set out for the gardens. You felt better being in Lucienne’s company. Upon entering the gardens, the echinacea were indeed blooming and they brought a smile to your lips, your first smile in days. Lucienne observed you, her eyes glossing over your torn up wrists from your constant picking and scratching.

“Forgive me for prying, my lady, but I do believe that something is bothering you, despite your insistence that you are well.” Your eyes flickered to Lucienne’s before darting back to the flowers. You reached out and ran your fingers lightly over the petals of the blooms. The librarian adjusted her glasses perched on her nose. You almost didn’t want to respond, you wanted to keep your secrets and the image of Morpheus’s perfect little queen. But you couldn’t.

“I do not believe I am the queen Morpheus needs, surely someone else would be a better choice,” You uttered softly. “Someone who’s already a queen, or a muse…” You muttered the last part beneath your breath. Lucienne could clearly hear you and understand your insecurities. You were, after all, once human and all of Morpheus’s previous lovers had not been ordinary. A mortal queen, an immortal witch, a muse… you were by far the most ordinary, but only you could have captured the heart of an Endless and Lucienne pitied you for it. Had you not had the spark of fire within you, you would never have been trapped for eternity at Morpheus’s side.

“Y/N,” Lucienne called, drawing your eyes back to hers. She could see the stress and unease within your eyes. “Lord Morpheus is entirely dedicated to those he has vowed himself to, especially to the one that he adores the most in all of creation.”

“I don’t even remember what vows he made when we married.” You commented, your fingers twisting together in front of you. That was because you had never had an official ceremony. He hadn’t even asked you to marry him in the first place. Lucienne held her tongue.

“Lord Morpheus’s relationship with Calliope has long since ended and there is no future for any other than that which is purely platonic.” Lucienne told you, her eyes kind. “He will never stray from you. If he did not feel so intensely for you, he would never have made you his queen.” Or keep you trapped in The Dreaming in a state of in-between. You had no idea how much Morpheus worshipped you, obsessed over you.You lifted your eyes ahead of you, a glazed look once more occupying your eyes.

“Thank you for your company, Lucienne, I do greatly appreciate it.” You said absentmindedly. “But I think I should like to spend some time alone.” Lucienne didn’t want to leave you alone, locked in a mind that was not your own… but there was very little she could do to help you. Not without risking bringing down the wrath of an Endless on herself. So Lucienne reluctantly bowed to you and strode off, heading back to the castle. You walked deeper into the garden, following the path until you got to the little gazebo Mervyn had built for you so you could have a nice place to enjoy a meal or a spot of tea. Right now it would be a nice place to sit and enjoy the ever so slight breeze… while trying your best to not be overcome by thoughts of inadequacy and jealousy. Taking a seat, your fingers unconsciously started scratching at your skin. It was almost like they hoped to scratch free all of these unwanted emotions you felt.

The more you scratched, the harder you pressed, sinking your nails deep into your flesh until you drew blood, raking away flesh to tendon and muscle. You paused the moment you felt warm liquid running across your skin. Looking down, you saw the deep grooves you had carved into your skin, marring what normally would have been beautiful, unblemished skin. You had ruined it with all your mindless scratching. Rotating your wrist, you looked at your bloody nails and the flesh that clung to the underside of them, how had you dug so deep into your arm that you literally tore skin? Your bleeding arm started to tremble, the insatiable urge to scratch, to sink your nails into your flesh, unstoppable. You dove the hand of your bleeding arm to your clean arm, desperate to find relief. Before your nails could pass over already raw and inflamed skin, pale hands darted into view and grabbed yours, ceasing your actions. You startled and jerked backward.

“What have you done to yourself!?” Morpheus rasped as he knelt down on one knee and held onto your straining hands. Your beautiful arms, your beautiful, beautiful arms had been torn up and it all had been by your hand. Your lips wobbled as you flinched.

“Calliope is so much more beautiful than me, isn’t she,” You spoke out, your bloody nails curling into your palms. “I— I’m not—“

“Where did this come from, Y/N?” Morpheus asked darkly, drawing upon his sand and having it rush over your skin in an urgency to rid your precious body of the harm you had caused. “Why have you harmed yourself!?”

“I—“ You barely stuttered the word out, your eyes flickering around. You didn’t want to admit it to him, Morpheus could see it in your eyes, even when you were averting them from his. His grasp tightened around your hands, his sand slipping from your fingers to reveal fully healed wrists.

You trembled and Morpheus slipped his way into your troubled mind. You were riddled with insecurity and felt entirely inadequate, and had tried to physically claw those feelings from your body. Why did you think Morpheus would ever consider you a lessor queen because of your previous mortality. The mere insinuation that he thought less of you because you were once human was enough to spark anger within Morpheus. How dare you think him to be so cruel to the one he held most dear! He thought that he had made it quite clear that you were the only one for him. That you would only ever be the one for him. Apparently he would have to show you just how devoted he was to you, and he knew exactly how to do so. His recent trip to The Waking World had reminded him of how much he craved the love of family. You were here. Waiting and willing. He could have everything he desired in a matter of moments, and that was starting right now.

Morpheus released your hands and grabbed your waist, effortlessly plucking you from your seat and moving you to the tabletop beneath the gazebo. But rather than just have you sit he pushed you back against the smooth wood and hovered over you while his eyes blazed a hungry silver. Your breath was caught in your throat at the look in his blazing eyes. Hungry. Primal. Morpheus’s hands sunk into the heavy skirts of your dress and shoved them up to reveal your beautiful legs and luscious thighs. You heart then started racing when he growled in irritation. Magic rushed over your skin and your beautifully embroidered dress melted from your body, revealing all that Morpheus dreamed and craved. You were so exquisite, stretched out beneath him like a grecian woman draping herself on a lounge during a hot day.

“You dare suggest that you are not worthy of being my queen? My beloved!?” Morpheus growled, his fingers hungrily groping your skin, harshly drawing out intense pleasure that instantly had you squirming and whining. Your fingers dug into Morpheus’s shoulders, scraping his jacket, clawing the material. Your hips pushed upwards as you arched your back. Morpheus dropped his body against yours, eyes blazing into yours. “What must I do to convince you of your worthiness, of your divinity that I see within you?”

You gasped when his hand dove between your legs and fingers were shoved into your cunt. Your cheeks flooded with heat at the sounds produced from his fingers. Morpheus stared darkly into your slightly rolled back eyes. But it wasn’t enough to see you gasping and ridged from his sudden intrusion, he needed more, he would make you give him more. Morpheus twisted his fingers within your body, dragging them against your hot velvet walls and pressing his fingertips into your most sensitive places. You writhed with a sweet cry, bucking your hips against his hand.

“Shall I fill you to the brim with my seed? Until your heavenly cunt can’t hold any more? Until you are dripping?” Morpheus rasped, placing his lips just below your ear, his teeth raking over your sensitive flesh. Your cunt clenched around his fingers as you reacted to his words, but it still wasn’t enough. “Shall I bed you until my seed takes within your body? Until life grows within you? Will that be what it takes?”

You felt so unbearably hot, your entire body trembling and shaking, not to mention filled with passion and pleasure that made it hard to breathe. His words echoed in your mind, over and over, until you were finally begging for more.

“Please,” You begged, your fingers slipping across his shoulders and digging into obsidian hair. Morpheus’s eyes blazed in satisfaction and dragging his fingers from your drenched cunt, he made sure to brush his thumb against your clit. You let out a choked whine at the loss, your nails digging into his scalp. “Morpheus, please, I—“

Morpheus brushed his lips along the side of your face until his lips ghosted over yours. He shushed you, stroking his fingers over your hair as you sniffled and cried at your loss. While you looked so beautiful and ethereal, it tore at Morpheus’s heart to see you so upset. But that didn’t make him upset, it made him angry. He thought he had given you everything you could ever want or need, but it was clear to him that he had failed you. You, his precious queen.

“I will give you my seed, my queen, I will give you my seed, my love, everything. Everything you desire shall be yours.” Morpheus promised you, his lips brushing against yours. He was quick to free himself from his jeans and then returned his hand to your body, pushing them against your skin and reveling in the softness. He could already imagine you rounded with child. Morpheus’s cock twitched and hardened at the idea. Precious you, carrying his child? There was nothing more that he wanted in this instance. So Morpheus’s hands, prowling across your hips, trailed down to your thighs. He wrapped his fingers around your legs and sharply pulled your cunt right into his hardened cock. You let out a strangled moan, the already swollen folds of your cunt pulsating with desire and need for the cock pressing against it. Morpheus, with the thought of you round and with child, could not stand it any more and buried himself deep within your cunt.

You keened against Morpheus’s lips, going taut beneath him. You were pure ecstasy, you felt like ecstasy. Morpheus pulled back and drove himself deeper into your body. You writhed and moaned, your fingers dragging across his scalp. Even after he made love to you, nearly every night and occasionally during the day, he still stretched your cunt, strained your walls. It was a raw feeling, a raw love. Intense. Almost brutal at times. It left you shaking, trembling, overwhelmed. Just like now. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he drew his mouth down your throat to nuzzle your heaving breasts. The sight of your bare and soft body writhing beneath his was an unbearable sin to Morpheus. One that he would gladly indulge in. So he did.

Morpheus pressed his lips against your breast, placing kisses and nips along the prickled flesh until marks started to form. Then he licked your nipple, rolling it with his tongue. Scratching at his jacket, you were caught between the cock repeatedly plunging into your cunt, the pelvis crashing against yours, and the hot mouth sucking on your nipple. He was simply too much for you to handle in this moment. But Morpheus only made his strokes faster against your body, teasing you with ecstasy that broiled viciously within your body. Morpheus’s teeth raked over the flesh of your breast as his lips released your nipple.

“Why do you not see how perfect you are for me?” He growled, his face rising and forehead resting against yours. “Why do you not see the limitless beauty you bring to me and our kingdom!?” His grasp upon your hips tightened, surely leaving imprints in your flesh. Color would bloom long after your lovemaking had ended. Morpheus dragged his left hand across your abdomen and pressed it over where your womb lay. “It is this body, this womb, that shall bear the heirs of The Dreaming. Only you can, my queen. So take my seed and bear the fruits of our labor.” You let out a strangled cry as his relentless cock slammed into a spot deep within your body that made a nearly unbearable bolt of electricity ignite within your cunt. Your knees pinched around Morpheus’s sides and the Endless felt your nails sink into his scalp, tugging painfully at the strands of his hair. You had never been so beautiful. “Will you come with me, my queen? Join me in the bodily ecstasy that will tremble the land and stars?”

Even with all that doubt and insecurity your mind had been agonizing over, you couldn’t help but give in. So as Morpheus teased and nipped at your lips, you let the ball of tension in your body go. A scream erupted from your lips as you convulsed beneath him, your orgasm jerking your limbs against his and your cunt constricting around Morpheus’s cock almost painfully. He let the need and desire to fill you, explode, and growled in pleasure as he filled your quivering body to the brim with his seed. You could feel his seed burning the walls of your womb, and that virile and electric feeling made you wail.

The hand Morpheus had pressed against your stomach felt it before his senses, that little burst of life deep within your body that glowed ever so softly like a new born star. Overwhelming happiness surged within Morpheus’s body and his hand moved from your stomach to grip your jaw. Then he was kissing you, savoring the taste of your mouth and basking in the fallout of your cunt rippling around his cock. You were responding to his kiss, only just. He knew that you were exhausted from the sudden drain in power your body was feeling. Carrying an Endless, even if it was still just a fertilized egg, was no easy task, certainly not for a human. You softly moaned against his mouth, and Morpheus gave your lips a few more seconds of ravishing before moving them to the pulse at your neck. Your heart was racing, just as accelerated as your breathing. He started stroking your hair and whispering praises in the old tongue, adoring you for being everything he and the realm needed. It probably took you a good five minutes of catching your breath before you could speak.

“Sometimes I feel as if I am living a dream,” You softly commented, staring glassy eyed up at the flowers that crisscrossed the roof of the gazebo. Morpheus pressed a few more kisses against your jaw, his smirk hidden from you.

“You are a magnificent dream then, my beloved,” He murmured against your skin, nibbling on the delicate flesh of your lips. “One that I shall endeavor to never awaken from.” It mattered not that you had resisted him, that you had been hidden for fifteen years, because in the end, Morpheus got what he wanted. You. Morpheus reluctantly withdrew from your body, his cock sliding out from your cunt. His seed was instantly dripping out of your swollen cunt, clinging to your trembling thighs as if it knew that it belonged to you. You whimpered at the raw feeling that now lingered were his cock once filled. Morpheus brushed the back of his knuckles along your temple and shushed you.

“All is well, my queen, you need only to rest.” He coaxed you gently, returning himself to a proper state. Morpheus then slipped his star laden coat from his shoulders. He wrapped your still trembling naked body up and cradled you against his chest, watching as your tired eyes drifted shut and you leaned your face into his neck. Soon your soft exhales deepened. You were asleep. With his beloved queen cradled snugly in his arms, Morpheus carried you back to the palace, and then through the halls. He passed several of his subjects, all of whom dared not disturb him when you were involved. It didn’t take much to know that Morpheus was plenty busy with the queen. You were carried up to your room where Morpheus settled you among the sheets spun from the golden silk worms of Themyscrira. You groaned softly at the loss of body heat, your body searching for it once more. Morpheus was quick to rectify that. He striped himself of his clothes, removed his coat from your body, and slipped into your bed to hold your sleeping body. You softly murmured and snuggled closer to him.

Morpheus was content to run his fingers along your bare shoulders and back, relishing the feeling of your skin as you rested. You would need to, because while you did indeed carry his child, he wasn’t going to let out out of bed until the product of your combined love was implanted firmly in your womb. You, of course, would not be opposed. Your husband was lavishing you like you were the object of his envy, the very reason he existed. There would be no resistance to his love because in your mind, you had no reason to. You were dreamswept.

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For @maleficent09, based on the prompt: “even thouth casita is rebuild the magic is back she (Mirabel) worry that as some point things might go back to we’re they were and she jumps any time some one simply rises there voice and look around panicking that the house will start to crack agian.”

Again, told through Mirabel’s eyes.

This is the first of two parts because I felt it was getting too long.

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Never, Ever Different

Mirabel did very little in terms of Casita’s reconstruction. It shouldn’t have been that surprising to anyone: she’s fifteen, still trying to keep her grades flawless and frankly knows very little about construction.

Her only addition to the house had been a tapestry of their family. When the question came of replacing their family tree picture in the dining room, Mirabel insisted that she could help with that. She knows many people dislike the mundane tasks like this, they dislike how it takes up time. For Mirabel though it was a nice thing to do, not just to help her family, but also to feel a small sense of control and worth.

It was something that made her feel content, glad to see the family whole and happy, comforted by the little details that only she seemed to observe, satisfied with no loose threads, all her embroidery gave her a small hint of peace. That was really her main role, the family’s seamstress, which she accepted wholeheartedly - it was better than nothing, and she always loved sewing.

The minor pieces of gratitude were a lifeline to her, after ten years of nothing. It made her day to know she’d done something they appreciated.

She’d quietly slipped inside during the final days of putting the last few pieces together through the back, and was pleased to find the dining room empty. Carefully, putting a nail into the centre of the wall and hammering in further in - the last part took longer than it should because of her weak arms.

But, eventually, the tapestry was hanging steady.

That had been two months ago.

The miracle had returned, they were reunited with their gifts and using them as they pleased, all of their images were in front door. Together, smiling. It was nice, everyone had agreed. Mirabel had settled back into her old routine of chores around the house with Pa and Tío Félix.

Well, settled, in this case is somewhat relative, considering that her behaviour is far from settled.

She’s always been skittish, but now she’s full on jumpy. Always on high alert for something.

Noise is the main trigger. Too much, too loud. It’s not necessarily small spaces, but something about the walls closing in her sets her off. She hates the hugs that confine her or being huddled inside Antonio’s forts, but she knows she must smile and get on with it.

She’s not sat in Casita remains, she’ll tell herself. And then cough to clear dust all the same.

The house was quiet.

Not that she would have preferred it to be noisy. That would hurt her, and she didn’t want to think about how it would hurt Dolores.

Everyone was asleep, or at least pretending to be. That was what Mirabel was doing.

She was tired, completely exhausted, and she wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep until the sun rose. Truth be told, she hadn’t slept right since they moved. She never remembers going to sleep, her body just eventually passes out from exhaustion.

But the thoughts in her head never went to sleep. They would be there when she woke up, when she was in school, when she was sewing, and, such as right now, when she went to bed.

Thoughts about Abuela. And Mama and Pa. And Tía Pepa and Tío Félix and Tío Bruno and Isabela and Luisa and Dolores and Camilo and Antonio.

Thoughts about all the horrible ways this second chance could crumble to nothing. Of all the little mistakes she was bound to make and all the different ways it would drive people away.

What if she messes up?

What if she gets in the way?

What if they continue to forget her?

What if the miracle fades?

What if the house cracks?

What if the house collapses?

What if they leave her for dead?

Within a second, Mirabel is out of bed. Her feet pacing along the cold wood, arms wrapping around her sides.

She tries to stop herself from spiralling any further. Digging her fingernails harsh into the fabric around her hips, she desperately tried to ground herself.

This was getting ridiculous. She hadn’t even been anywhere near the cracks this time. Usually, this happened when she was in the dining room or the bottom of the stairs or staring up at where the candle use to be.

She carefully opens the nursery door and peers into the darkness.

Still and quiet and peaceful.

Just to be sure, she’ll have a quick walk.

~~~~~~

She’d found nothing.

Mirabel checked again, as soon as she woke up the next morning. She smiled with satisfaction, sighed in relief and went about her day.

Two, maybe three, boys not much older than Antonio had started questioning her on the way home from school. They were curious about how Julieta’s healing food worked and were going to ask Camilo, but he had told them to wait for the girl in the teal skirt.

Because still nobody knew her name.

One of the boys pulled her aside to sit with them. She complied.

“Come on! Tell us, tell us about the magic!”

“How does it work?”

“Is it just an excuse to eat cocadas?”

She’ll admit, they weren’t the best listeners, glancing constantly at each other and giggling. But they seemed to be interested in the conversation. Bouncing with questions and theories. While she was answering, something sliced open her palm.

The boy grinned at her, still holding her hand and a red stained shard of glass in the other. They all laughed. Asking if she would go get herself healed and could demonstrate it to them.

It hurt. It burned. And their laughter was ringing in her ears.

The cut looked like the one from Casita’s tile.

This time was painful. Deep. And bleeding more. It wasn’t a mere accidental scratch. This had been purposeful. God, had Camilo stitched her up intentionally? Did he know they were going to do this?

“Hello? Why aren’t you getting healed?”

“Do you not feel hungry?”

“She looks like she’s about to cry.”

“Pft! I wouldn’t cry about that, I’m a big boy.”

She gently pulled her hand away and got up. “I’m sorry… I have to go.”

They watched, booing in disappointment, as she quickly put distance between them. Where did they even find broken glass?

Dinner is impossible.

She can’t hold anything without raising suspicion. There’s already a few red droplets on her skirt, thankfully it just blends in seamlessly with the colourful embroidery. But she starts getting concerned glances from the adults because she’s not eating and eventually, she has no choice but to suck up the pain and get on with it.

Once she’s finished, she goes to take her plate to the kitchen.

She can’t help but smile. She’s proud and bewildered at herself. She got through dinner and she’s going to go wash the bloody evidence before anyone knows anything. Maybe she’ll even go to bed early tonight.

She tucked her chair in with new found determination.

And then she heard a crack directly behind her and she dropped her plate. It shattered over her foot, shards scratching and lodged in the skin, but Mirabel doesn’t even react to it.

She couldn’t. She’s more focused on the crack.

Mirabel tries to work out where it came from. Amber eyes scanning every tile, wall and the ceiling. There’s nothing. But she heard it! There has to be! She can’t help but link it back to the disastrous proposal dinner…

“Mirabel, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“Mi amor?”

“Mirabel?”

“She looks pale.”

“Sobrina?”

“Mirabel, mija, are you okay?”

“Hellooo?”

“What’s up with her?”

Over ten voices babble at once, it’s too much and Mirabel is slipping. She mentally scrabbles and grips and tries to keep herself conscious but she’s falling, falling, being dropped over the edge of Casita—

“Mirabel!”

She gasped and stumbled backwards, bumping into someone, she jerks out of the grasp of her father trying to steady her. Blurry faces are staring at her, confused and horrified; it really is the dinner proposal all over again.

She blinks once, twice. The back wall is still blurry. Where are her glasses? She was just wearing them, wasn’t she? Naturally, she’s confused and she looks around as though she didn’t know where she was.

“Are you alright, sobrina?” Pepa asked, her voice thick with worry. As if the rumbling clouds weren’t enough of a giveaway.

“You kinda zoned out there for a minute.” Agustín explained.

“Sorry. I’m fine.”

Julieta and Félix exchange skeptical looks, but didn’t do anything when the second youngest assured them all that she was fine.

“Are you sure?” Julieta gently touches her daughter’s shoulder, “You can go up to bed if you’re not well. Someone else can handle the cleaning.”

“No, really, I’m fine.”

Sure, her ankle hurt a little, but that was just dropping a plate over it. Not from her weird and sudden daze.

Night falls and she was back in the same place she was last night.

Her mother had given her some arepas earlier, but Mirabel passed those straight to Camilo when no one was looking.

There’s nothing she can do about it. The cuts keeps opening and the memories do too. She wasn’t getting it or her ankle healed, that would make the memories real. She wasn’t doing this again. Casita wasn’t breaking.

She was curled up in bed, reading a book she doesn’t know the title of - having picked it randomly from her shelf. Holding it awkwardly in her left, unharmed hand. Hoping for sleep.

~~~~~~

The next day is a blur. But it’s not much better.

Her tapestry hangs tattered in the dining room, separating her from the rest of the family. She found it like that in the morning, when setting the table. A knife left on the counter, still caught in loose threads. She would have fixed it during the day, but everything she touches breaks. And it’s not like anyone else noticed.

She hasn’t cried so much since before Casita fell. She wept hard, her palm burned.

Mirabel was lost.

She wanted to go home.

She whimpered softly, feeling tears, but she stamped them back down. She would not lose herself. She couldn’t. That’s why Casita broke last time. Besides, she’s always been in denial of her feelings - always telling people she’s fine.

There was a crash of thunder; actual, genuine thunder. Not Tía Pepa.

Mirabel jumped out of bed, slamming her body up against the wall and staring with wide eyes as at the closed shutters as the heavy downpour of rain suddenly came down against the building.

It was dark and grey, just like this, when the house collapsed.

In spite of how clearly she remembers the fall, she can’t remember if the weather was as stormy. There had been a few drops of rain, the last of Pepa’s powers. But Mirabel doesn’t know if there was anything else.

She can easily imagine a storm.

Lightning slashing over the mountains as thunder rolled through her eardrums. Cracks appearing everywhere, jagged and fang-shaped.

She’s pulled from her thoughts by loud voices. Her family. They were arguing about something downstairs.

Abuela’s voices rises above the rest.

She tries to block her grandmother out with her hands. It’s useless. She can hear so clearly.

Thunder rattled the structure.

Not again.

She’s out the door before she knows what she’s doing, going for the candle.

Mirabel stumbled away from the nursery, managing to keep a steady balance and pace, even with her rising anxiety. Her eyes look up, staring at the empty darkness of where the candle once sat.

They don’t have the candle anymore.

Because she killed it.

Where’s the miracle coming from now then?

It was all her fault.

The doorknob?

She never deserved it.

Turning on her heel, she heads down stairs, put go breath. Several confused and concerned voices call her name from the kitchen, but she doesn’t hear them.

Mirabel’s fingers, stiff and pale, wrapped around the brass handle. Nothing. It’s not locked, she can see that, but it doesn’t open either.

She yanked at the doorknob. Didn’t budge. Was the door always so stiff? She pulled again in panic. Nothing. When the third jiggle of the doorknob did nothing, Mirabel finally unwrapped her hand from the metal.

However, to her surprise, the house tiles lifted to push her back, gently sending her to the floor, in the centre of the courtyard.

In her grave.

Or her almost grave.

She stumbled to her feet and planned to charge at the door, hoping that would open it, but a pair of arms secured themselves around her waist and pulled her off the floor. The grip was tight, crushing even, like being underneath the remains. She screamed.

“Shh, it’s okay, Mirabel, you’re okay. You’re going to be just fine,” a distant voice says. “Take it easy, Miraboo. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

That was a lie. Mirabel could never be ‘fine’ again. She was broken beyond repair. Neither was everything okay, the house was mere minutes away from collapsing.

“Mirabel, can you hear us?” Asked another voice. “You’re safe, you’re in Casita.”

“You’re safe, mija, nobody’s going to harm you. It’s just us.”

Her voice chipped away to nothingness, leaving her unable to do anything but whimper. Thrashing wasn’t doing much either, her body was tired and sore, so Mirabel relaxed in the hold. The rampage of her mind seemed to holt.

Everything about this was wrong.

Whether Agustín’s grip had become lax or he had intentionally let her go as she was calmer, Mirabel’s feet tapped against the cool tiles. Agustín’s arms had barely left for a second before she was instinctively bolting for the front door.

Once again, the doorknob refused to budge. Even as she put all of her weight on it.

An arm wraps around her again, she shrieks and whirls around, back slamming against the wood.

It still doesn’t move.

Her mind was back to going a million miles per hour, amber eyes trying to locate another solution - though most of her vision was blurry. She settled on the patio door.

Scampering to the right and screaming as if she was being murdered when someone tried to grab at her again. She continued crying out as the handle unscrewed itself before she could lay a finger on it.

The thing clanged on the floor.

Now she wasn’t only crying in panic that she wouldn’t get out, but this only proved that the building was starting to break.

It was only a matter of time.

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