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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Azriel x Reader | Falling Apart

type: angst warning(s): mentions of childhood abuse, childhood trauma, all in all rather gloomy, get ypur tissues ready because Az is a very sad boy in this word count: 1.9k words summary: Your child gets hurt when you are away. Azriel blames himself, thinking he is a bad father and childhood memories come crashing in on him.

“I am home,” you say into the dimly lit room, your voice low because it is already later in the evening. Unease settles into your gut because you immediately know something is off. Normally either your daughter or your mate would come running to you, happily greeting and embracing you. Not today. Today your house is silent, there are no noises, no sounds, no movement. One cound hear a needle drop.

Unease spreads out and makes your stomach churn when you toe off your boots. You hang your coat up and swallow the lump in your throat. Something must be off. Because even if they tried to surprise you, you knew you would hear some giggling from your daughter or Azriel shifting on the floor. Not today. Dead silence fills the house, dread hanging in the air.

You come to a quick halt, knees threatening to buckle and arms dropping limp to the sides of your body. Icy heat fills your chest when your gaze lands on his figure. His trembling figure. Head hanging low between his legs, hands crossed over the nape of his neck, Azriel is shuddering, his shoulders shaking with…silent sobs.

You make a beeline for him, scared and anxious about what has happened. You touch his shoulder and he shudders. You could practically feel the temperature drop at least five degrees in the room.

There is only one thing on your mind: your daughter.

“Everly. Ever—“ Azriel gives his head a tiny shake. “She is alright. Now she is alright. I fucked up, Y/N,” Azriel says with a trembling voice, shuddering when he turns his head ever so slightly. You sit down on the couch next to him, partly relieved to hear that your daughter is fine, but what the hell has happened?

“What happened?” you ask in a clam voice, your hand moving over Azriel’s thighs, fingers softly curling around it. A pained look spreads over your mate’s face, his hand closing over the one you have placed on his thigh. Azriel tries to hold your gaze, but eventually lowers it to his lap, his chin dipping to his chest, his shoulders hunched. There is not sight of his shadows.

“She hurt herself today. She hurt herself because I wasn’t paying attention. Everly…she…she…” Azriel’s trembling voice breaks and you spot a tear fall from his eye to the floor. “She burned her hand because she reached for the pot. I just turned away from her for a second and she…”

Your hand leaving Azriel’s thigh, you curl both your arms around his neck, pulling him to your body. “Oh Azriel,” you whisper against the side of his head. “How badly did she get burned?”

“I wasn’t much, just her index finger and her thumb, but it was because of my lack attention.”

Relief only fills you shortly that your daughter didn’t get hurt too badly. The feeling is quickly eroded by anguish and empathy for your mate. Obviously he would blame himself. And of course you should always be careful when it comes to children as they could be unpredictable, you could also not avoid everything. You know that Azriel is a good father, that he loves Everly more than anything. And you also know that things like this can happen. That things like this can happen even to the best parents.

You place a soft kiss above his ear, your hand smoothing down his arm. “It is not your fault, Azriel. Yes, of course, it is not good that she got burned, but things like this…they can happen. They do happen. No parent is perfect. You cannot protect your child from every little danger. You—“ “It was not a little danger. I left her alone with a pot of boiling water. I went to look for noodles and left her on the counter. Alone. I left her alone.”

Azriel’s posture is stiff, his muscles rigid and his skin clammy with cold sweat. You feel his pain, his anguish, his sorrow through the bond. It leaves a bitter taste at the back of your mouth, your heart squeezing. Obviously you know why he is in so pain–memories of his childhood still haunt him today. The trauma that has been caused to your mate is still poignant at times and it does something to the way he perceives himself as a father. It wrecks him.

You cradle your mate’s head in your arms, leaning back onto the couch and pulling him with you. Azriel slumps to your chest, arms sliding around your and holding you tightly.

“What if I become like him?” he rasps, his tears now wetting your shirt. “In moments like that I just see him standing there again. See him standing there, knowing what my step-brothers did to me and not caring a single bit. I still see the indifferent expression on his face while he told me it will heal and I should act like an Illyrian warrior and not a little baby. I still see how little he cared when my step-mother locked me into this…dungeon in her cellar. He was so neglectful…I don’t want to become like him.”

Everything stops in that very moment. Your breathing halts, your heart comes to a near stop, squeezing so hard it makes your chest ache. Anguish fills every fiber of your body, your blood boiling in your veins at how angry you got when thinking about how wrong and bad Azriel thinks of himself. How could Azriel even think that he would become like his father? Not in a million years would he ever be like him.

“Gods, Azriel,” you exclaim and pull away from him, holding his face in your palms, “you will never be like him. Never ever. Not in a million years will you ever be like him. Everly burned herself in a moment where you maybe did not look, but that is natural and that can happen. What your father has done to you, to all his children, his in no way comparable to that.”

You features soften, gaze piercing into Azriel’s empty, dead eyes. His hands clench into fists behind your back and his throat works on a swallow. When he parts his lips, his voice is hoarse, his throat dry. “But I did not look out for her. It is my job as her father to protect her from all dangers,” Azriel stutters, his knuckles pressing into your back. You feel him tremble against you.

Azriel’s lips pinch together and he exhales a shuddering breath. He removes his arms from around and gets up, towering over you. Dread reaches you through the bond, heavy and tangy.

Shaking his head, Azriel releases a gloomy sigh. He clears his throat, a single tear rolling down his cheek. “I still fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up at the one thing I should be good at. There are not many things that matter to me. You and Everly being save are the most important ones and I fucked up.” He folds his hands behind his neck, throwing his head back, groaning loudly. It is agonizing seeing him like that. You reach for him, his thigh, fingers brushing over him.

“You did not. Everly burned her palm, yes, that is not amazing, but with her fae and Illyrian powers it will heal quickly. And most importantly it won’t happen again.”A

Azriel meets your gaze, a sad grimace on his face, eyes slightly widened. He looks utterly shattered, disheveled and broken. “What if it happens again?”

“It won’t—“

“I am not worthy of taking care of a child. I am not fucking worthy of being a father, Y/N. I am—“ “Shut up! You shut up now!” You voice is louder than you had expected. You sit up straighter, startling Azriel whose eyes go wide. You quickly reach for his hands, pulling him down to your again, his chest heaving with deep and quick pants. “You are the best father Everly could have hoped for. You are the best father I could have ever wanted for my children. Everly loves you. I love you for how you treat her. How you care for her. How much you protect her. Yes, she burned her hand and? It will heal and she has learned a life lesson. We won’t always be able to protect her from everything and we don’t have to. Everly has to find out things herself as well. Only then she can grow.”

You reach your hand out, grabbing Azriel’s in both of yours. “You are doing so great as a father. You are an incredible parent. You are incredible and I couldn’t love you any more for that. I want to have more children with you because I know that I have them with you. Because I know that you will be by my side. That we will raise those children together. There is absolutely no one I would rather want as their father. No one I would rather want to spend the rest of my life with. To see my children grow up with.”

You bring his hands to your mouth, kissing his scarred knuckles. “Yes, she burned herself while you did not pay attention, but this is not your fault. Everly is a nosy and impatient child. It should not happen, of course, but it can happen. I am not blaming you and neither will she. Everly loves you more than you can you imagine. You are her hero, her entire world. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

You smile at Azriel–a smile full of love, of empathy, of understanding and forgiving.

Of course, it worries you that your little baby got hurt and you wish she could have been protected from it, but that does not mean that Azriel has to take the blame on him.

“You are…” Azriel whispers, a sob cutting through his uttering. He lifts one hand out of your hold and brushes it over his damp cheek. “What if something worse—“ “We should not dwell on what ifs. Nothing worse happened and that’s it. Of course, we have to be careful. She is so young and so adventurous, but for now…everything is good. She is fine and has tiny wounds that will heal soon. Azriel, it is all good.” You let his hand drop and bring him close to you again, pressing your forehead against his.

“You are such a good father, please, remember that. Please, don’t always just look at the small bad things. You are brilliant as a father. I want you to know that. To remember that.”

Azriel's shoulders shake with silent sobs, his eyes squeezed shut. “I still don’t know how I deserve you, but all I can say is that I love you so much, Y/N. You are the best mate in this world. And you are the best mother Everly could have hoped for and that I could have hoped for to have at my side.”

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writers-potion · 3 months

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Names are often the first thing readers get to know about the character. It's important to create the right impression in terms of ethnicity/personality/age with names!

Here's a list of names for our...let's say, less lucky fictional children. Doesn't mean we love them any less, right?

👧🏻For female characters:-

Acantha: thorn, prickle

Aphra: dust

Bronagh: sorrow

Capri: goats

Cecily: blind

Cornelia: horn

Courtney: short nose

Deirdre: sorrowful

Desdemona: ill-fated

Dolores: sorrows (now we know why Dolores Umbridge was such a pain in the ass)

Etain: jealousy

Everly: wild boar clearing

Kennedy: misshapen head

Leah: weary

Lilith: night monster

Lola: sorrows

Lyssa: fury

Morrigan: demon queen

Persephone: bringer of death

Phryne: toad

Portia: pig

Rachel: ewe

Rebecca: snare

Rue: regret

Saskia: knife

Sloane: raider

Zillah: shade, shadow

👦🏻For male characters:-

Abaddon: destruction

Blaise: lisping

Brennan: wet, tearful

Byron: place of the cow sheds

Calvin: bald

Cameron: crooked nose

Campbell: crooked mouth

Casimir: destroyer of peace

Claude: limping

Colby: coal town

Colin: whelp, young dog

Damian: subdue

Dempsey: proud, haughty

Esau: hairy

Fabian: bean grower

Flanagan: blood red

Fenrir: marsh dweller

Gideon: feller, destroyer

Gulliver: glutton

Huxley: place of scorn

Jabez: bringer of pain

Mortimer: dead water

Simon: flat-nosed

Soren: stern

Tristan: noise, sad

Viggo: war

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Research link:

https://nameberry.com/blog/good-names-with-bad-bad-meanings

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munsons-hellfire · 10 months

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Fall Into Me | Joseph Quinn

SUMMARY: After a tragic car accident that made you relearn how to walk again, you meet Joe and learn that you can have someone to count on, that you can have someone to fall into when you need to be grounded. You just didn’t realize how much you would rely on Joe until you got that call that changed your life forever.

PAIRINGS: Joseph Quinn x Reader

CONTENT WARNING: NSFW, 18+MDNI (you will be blocked), RPF, Fluff, Angst, mentions of depression, a car accident (very detailed, could be consider very graphic), talks of past trauma, talks of rehab/physical therapy, no smut, no mentions of y/n, she/her pronouns, mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So originally I had the lyrics to the song above wirtten in this one shot but I decided to take them out. I also had to rewrite this three times because I kept changing my mind on how the plot shot go anyway I hope you like this and feel free to request something for Joe if you'd like more imagines.

WORD COUNT: 7.0K Words

You had a hard time forgetting things that you didn’t want to remember. For instance, when you and your sister had been in a car accident you wanted nothing more than to forget the painful memories of what had happened that fateful night. You were driving, your sister sat in the passenger seat. The two of you were heading home from the movies, at that point in time everything was as it should be. You had great parents, and your best friend was your older sister.

But it came crashing down when your car went over the side of the road. The car was totaled, no saving it. Your sister had escaped with minor injuries, just like the other driver. But you, you had not been so lucky. Neither of you were supposed to be out to begin with but you thought that if you and your sister went to see a movie maybe you could convince her that what she was assuming about you and her boyfriend hadn’t been the truth.

You should’ve known that your sister wouldn’t believe you, no matter how much you tried to bribe her, and tell her that you hadn’t slept with her boyfriend. Juni didn’t believe you, and as it turned out your parents seemed to take her sister. So when the car accident happened, Juni had another reason to hate you and wanted nothing to do with you and of course your parents followed Juni’s steps.

For the duration of the next few months you learned how to walk again, while you didn’t have your parents or sister by your side anymore you had Everly and August there every step of the way. Even Everly’s parents were cheering you on from the sidelines. It helped to a certain extent, but for the most part you felt like a burden to them, felt like you weren’t enough and after the words that Juni had uttered to your face you believed it.

But when he came into your life, it was like time stood still. Everything you had been searching for, everything you needed came from the man that your best friend had been obsessed with. Though her obsession was more along the lines of how good of an actor he was and how he’d done an excellent job bringing this character to life. You remembered it like it was yesterday, meeting the love of your life.

He was now your husband and a father to your beautiful son with a baby girl on the way. You met Joe at a comic con that you honestly didn’t want to go to. Not because you didn’t like meeting celebrities, but because this con was in your hometown and you dreaded going back to the place where your parents and sister remained. After getting through physical therapy to fix what had gone wrong in the car accident, you had left.

You moved out of the states and moved to Manchester. You had been living there for 6 years because running from the fallout of your family was a far better choice than dealing with it. Your sister was still convinced that you’d slept with her boyfriend, and she now hated you even more because you had become distracted. She believed that you were the cause of the car accident, that you were the cause for her “minor injuries”.

You don’t think you could ever forgive your sister for treating you the way that she had after the car accident. And you couldn’t forgive your dad and mom for abandoning you when you had needed them the most. You truly felt betrayed by the three of them and could no longer tolerate being in the same state as them. So when Everly called you and asked you to come back to America to go to a comic con because August (her girlfriend) couldn’t get out of work, you hesitantly agreed.

Everly was set to meet a few of the cast members from Stranger Things, this included one of the few new actors of the show. You were a fan of the show but hadn’t had time to catch up on it considering you were on a time crunch to get the second book in your fantasy series complete and turned in. You told your team that you would finish it before you left and turned it in for the revision, then you would fix whatever might need to be fixed on the manuscript.

They agreed and you were on your way back to your hometown to meet Joseph Quinn with Everly. While you didn’t like the idea of heading back home you thought it would also be good for you to get out so your ex could remove his things from your apartment (well shared apartment), but he had allowed you to keep it even going as far as getting his name removed from the lease. He was moving in with his new girlfriend, they had met at work and while he insisted nothing happened between them until the two of you broke up, you had your doubts.

Both Everly and August felt the same way, agreeing that he might have been lying and had been cheating on you. Then you somehow wound up in the mindset that this was your karma for what had happened between you and your sister (even though it was still false). After your phone call with Everly was over you had bought your plane ticket and began packing up. While you were there you’d be staying with Everly and August.

Whenever Everly wanted to see you, she and August would fly over to see you. But now here you are flying back to them for the first time in 6 years. When it was finally time, you two were with each other and heading to the con. You stayed by her side the entire day, both of you finally able to catch up in person after a few months of not seeing each other. Though sometimes you’d both be interrupted, as it turned out your first fantasy book was very popular in your home state which meant that a lot of people were trying to get pictures with you.

This was still all new to you, being this popular of a writer and being this recognized. Everly had to tell them that you were here for a fun day and not here to take pictures or sign anything. Eventually they left you two alone to enjoy the rest of your day at the con. While the two of you waited in line to meet and get an autograph with Joseph Quinn your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of how you could start the next book in your series now that book 2 was completed (for the most part).

When you had first found your agent and told them about the ideas you had for the romance fantasy series they were completely on board with it and supported your every decision. You were so proud of what you had done with the series so far and hoped that everyone would love the second book. Everly was talking your ear off and you would release a yeah to let her know you were listening but your mind just kept flying back to your book. She finally took notice of the way you posed yourself while the two of you waited in the line.

“Okay, what’s on your mind? Because it feels like you’re not actually here.” Everly said, pulling you deep from your thoughts.

You narrowed your eyes on your best friend, she really did know when something was bothering you or on your mind and you honestly hated it. You hated how easily she could read you. “I finished my second book before I flew over here. Now I’m just thinking about where to take the third book. I have some ideas but they don’t seem to fit right for this one.” You explained, keeping your eyes on Everly.

Everly couldn’t help but smile at you. “I have faith that you’ll get it figured out and it’ll be just as good as the first two if not better.” The optimism was evident in her voice.

“The second book hasn’t even come out yet, Eve.”

“I know. But I also know that it’s going to be an amazing book.” There was a smile that graced your lips, you hadn’t quite made it over to Joe’s table but he could see it form in the distance and it brightened his day up a little more.

“Yeah, you think so?” Even though you had been officially published for 2 years it still didn’t quite feel real. You had a hard time accepting the fact that people actually liked your book, and that they were excited for the next book to come out in 3 months.

“Ugh yeah, I know so!”

“What would I do without you as my best friend?” It was a running joke between the two of you but it never got old no matter how many times it had been said or used between the both of you.

“Pfft, I don’t know, maybe lose your mind.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, and soon enough the two of you were falling into a comfortable silence as you waited. As the two of you got closer to Joseph Quinn’s booth the quicker Everly got more excited to meet the actor. While she was having a momentary freak out before meeting him, you were having a momentary freak out about all the possible outcomes of running into your parents or your sister. This is the last thing you wanted to deal with. But then you got onto that path of what if they were here.

“You okay?” Everly questioned, seeing the change in look on your face switch from happiness to fear in the matter of seconds.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking is all.” You were honestly being cryptic when you said that, you didn’t want her to know what you were actually thinking about.

“Are you going to see your parents and sister while you’re down here?” But clearly even being cryptic was enough for Everly to pick up on the fact that you were thinking about them when you didn’t want to be.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘P’ as you answered the first of her many interrogation questions.

“Why not? You can’t be mad at them forever.”

“Uh yes I can and I will.”

“Look, did you actually sleep with your sister’s boyfriend?” Everly asked, sometimes you believed that Everly believed your sister more than she believed you.

“Who’s side are you even on, Eve?”

“I’m on yours, but come on, if you didn’t sleep with your sister’s boyfriend then why can’t you be the bigger person and just forgive them. I’m sure they miss you.”

This prompted a dry laugh to fall from the back of your throat. “Right, they miss me so much that they’ve made an effort to call me and ask me to come see them. Instead of having my back they believe that I of all people would sleep with my sister’s ugly and toxic ass boyfriend whom she still happens to be with. I don’t think there’s a chance to salvage the relationship even if I want to. She didn’t want to believe me and my parents, they just stood there and watched it all crumble. Not to mention that none of them were by my side and I had to relearn how to walk again. I can’t go back there, I can’t.”

Everly could see the pain in your eyes, even though Joe didn’t mean to look he could see the way your eyes look. Suddenly he had this need to protect you from whatever horrors surrounded you. Everly could see how much it killed you to not have parents to talk to, to not have a relationship with your sister anymore.

But Everly wasn’t going to back down from getting you to see them. Everly’s parents kept in touch with your parents and from what they had told Everly, your mother wasn’t doing so well. Your best friend didn’t want you to miss out on not having a relationship with your family before it was too late. If only you knew what chaos would be coming your way.

“Just see them one time, please. It can be your dad, your mom, or even your sister. You don’t have to see them all together at the same time.”

“Can I think about it?” You eyed her hoping that she would just drop it, but you knew Everly this topic was something she would never drop. You saw the way that she wanted you to have a relationship with your family.

“When are you leaving?”

“Few days.”

“Great, we’ll go see your mom tomorrow.”

“Fine.” You released a grunt knowing that you wouldn’t be able to get past how pushy your best friend was. She smiled triumphantly while you looked like you had just lost the world cup. “You and August should move to Manchester.”

Shock replaced that smile on her face as she stared at you. “I couldn’t do that, we couldn’t do that. We have a life here, my parents are here.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just thought it would be a cool idea. To be able to see you and August every day rather than once a year or something like that.”

Everly thought about your statement for a moment, she clicked her tongue. “Tell you what, I’ll talk to August about it tonight when we get home. Because believe me I would love nothing more than to be closer to my best friend. And honestly I think August and I could use a change of scenery. And maybe get a break from her parents.

“They still giving you two issues?” You asked.

“Her mother has been more open to the idea of us but her dad is still against us and trying everything in his power to get her to come home and go to church with them. I know she wants her parents in her life but she can’t put herself through that pain anymore. We’ve been talking about it for a while now so maybe she’ll be open to the idea of moving.”

“Maybe a chance will be good. But I don’t want you two to force yourselves to move to Manchester.

Everly gave a small nod of her head. “I know, but if we move over there it isn’t going to be because you forced it or we forced it, it'll be because we wanted it.”

You released a sigh and smiled at Everly as she smiled back at you. Your eyes eventually wandered around the building, sometimes falling onto Joseph Quinn. He would even return your gaze.

“I think Augie and I could use a change of scenery, I really do.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but I will still talk to Augie about it and see what’s on her mind.”

“Okay, great. Just let me know what you both decide on.”

“I will.”

The two of you stopped talking just as you both came up to Joseph’s table. He sent a bright warm smile towards the both of you. However for the most part his warm brown eyes seemed to drift back to you, while Everly whispered her name to him so he could sign the post she had. Somehow your parents and sister made their way back into your mind. You were honestly worried that they would find out that you were back home.

You weren’t even picking up on the fact that Joseph had been staring at you. It wasn’t until Everly nudged her elbow into your side that you took notice of his eyes on you. You felt your face heating up and you tried to look away but you kept wanting to look back at him.You wanted to spend your days just staring into his eyes.

“I’m sorry, what happened?” You asked, the confusion evident on your face. He looked back at Everly who was staring at you then at him.

“Sorry, she zones out sometimes.” Everly mentioned.

He smiled at you, “do you want anything sighed, love?” His voice was so sweet and music to your ears that you really wanted to hear his voice forever.

“Oh, I’m only here for moral support since her girlfriend couldn’t be here.” You muttered looking anywhere but the man that sat in front of you. He started talking to you, but you felt too panicked to hear or say anything else. “Actually, I’m gonna head to the bathroom and then I’ll meet you outside when you’re finished. Take your time, Eve.”

Before she had a chance to reply to you, you had already left the area and were headed towards the bathroom. Everly turned back towards the actor as he stared at her.

“Sorry about her. She’s not really a fan of being back here. Honestly, I think she’s ready to head back to Manchester. Being home just brings back some bad memories. Anyway, thanks for this.”

He gave a nod of his head and watched Everly exit out of the line. After going to the bathroom you pushed through the front doors and walked over to the side of the building, and sat down at the tables. Pulling out your phone you unlocked it and went to your gallery, pulling up some old photos with your sister and your parents.

Maybe Everly was right, maybe you should be the bigger person and apologize for everything that happened. But you still felt that you shouldn’t be the one to apologize, that it should be your sister and your parents as you had done nothing wrong. As of right now Everly’s family was the only family you had but even then you still felt like a burden to them.

“Mind if I join you?” A voice questioned from behind you. You were startled, placing a hand over your chest. When you looked behind you, there stood Joseph Quinn, a cigarette between his fingers and his security guard not far from the two of you but still far enough that he probably couldn’t hear the conversation.

“Sure, why not.” You turned back towards the phone and continued to wipe through the pictures.

“Is that your family?” He asked.

You looked at him from the corner of your eyes before you gave him a confirming nod of your head. “Yeah, that’s my parents and my sister.” You paused then proceeded to tell him your name.

“You already know mine, but please call me Joe.” The two of you shook hands, and you couldn’t help the smile that washed over your face. That was the first time you and Joe had met and you remembered it like it was yesterday.

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The world seemed to burn brighter when you and Joe started talking more outside the con that you met at. He made you feel something you didn’t think you could possibly ever feel. You hadn’t felt this loved in a long time, not since the events that transpired with your family. Today happened to be a somewhat difficult day for you. Everly and August had come over today and had taken notice of the way you had been acting.

It was your birthday and it had always been a struggle every year to never be able to talk to your parents or your sister when you turned another year older. Even though you had gone to see your mom like you had told Everly you would, there seemed to be no change in the way she acted towards you. Everly had texted Joe to let him know that you weren’t exactly in the greatest mood today.

You had spent most of the day in your office planning out your next book in the series. Your second book had been published and was doing amazing. Fans were expecting the next book in the series and honestly you were excited to get back into the process of writing. There was a knock on your door but you were too in the zone to even acknowledge the knock.

Joe had his hand on the door knob as he slowly opened the door. He knew it was your birthday but he had been warned by you, Everly, and August that you didn’t like to celebrate it anymore.

“Love?” He called out, you heard him and gave a soft “hmm” as you continued to type the words down on your laptop. He opened the door a little more and walked in. After closing the door to give you both the privacy that you knew you’d need, you finished typing the last sentence then looked up at your boyfriend. “How are you feelin’?”

“I’m fine, baby.” Joe could hear the irritation in your voice, but it dropped when you said “baby”. His brown eyes were soft as he walked over to you and sat on the edge of your desk. Joe grasped a hold of your hands pulling them away from your laptop and holding them in his.

“You don’t sound fine, my love.” You hated how well he knew more about your emotions than you did sometimes. “What’s been going on in that head of yours?”

You exhaled and dropped your head resting it on his thigh. He released one of your hands and with his now free hand it fell into your hair and rested on top of your head. “My dad called, he left a voicemail but I haven’t listened to it.” You hesitated before saying the next set of words. “I’m scared.”

Joe understood that you had an estranged relationship with your parents and sister, he knew everything about what had happened. You had told him how you often felt that you should just go back and apologize even though you didn’t do anything. You still carried that with you even now, all these years later. It was part of the reason why he hadn’t pushed you into meeting his parents and the rest of his family.

He knew it was a big step for you and you’d do it when you were ready. They were already so excited to meet you in person but they understood that you weren’t ready. You had talked to them a few times over the phone when Joe was having a conversation but other than that nothing further has happened. You didn’t think you’d be ready to meet them in person until you fixed what happened between you and your family. Joe gently moved his hand through your hair, his touch comforting you in your time of need.

“Do you want to listen to it while I’m here with you?”

He kept his gaze soft as you lifted your head to stare back at home with slightly glazed eyes. Any moment you felt like you would start crying, those glazed eyes would turn into actual tears that would stain your face. But you need to be strong for yourself. Everly and August sat in the living room waiting and hoping that Joe would be able to get through to you. Your boyfriend pulled you over to the couch and you sat down next to each other.

You were staring down at it, not moving to unlock it. “Take all the time you need. You don’t need to rush it.” You don’t know what you did to deserve Joe, you really didn’t. You knew deep down that you weren’t meant to be with him forever but you were so thankful he had come into your life when he did.

“I don’t wanna do this alone anymore.” You whispered softly as the tears started to trickle down your cheeks, eventually coming to the edge of your chin. Some fell down your neck, while a few managed to fall onto your pants. You looked away from Joe, not able to stare at him, afraid that he would get up and walk out of this room out of the apartment and out of your life for good.

“Hey, look at me, darlin’.” Joe’s voice was calm all things considered. You slowly turned back to look at him. His face was soft, nothing about his posture indicated that he was going to leave you but you still didn’t want to believe it.

“You don’t have to do this alone anymore. I am here, and I don’t plan on leaving you behind.” He stopped himself, he wanted to say those three words that you two had been dancing around for the last few months. But he wasn’t sure if it was the right time for it.

“Just tell her already for crying out loud!” Everly shouted out.

You looked at him in confusion as you wiped the tears away from your face. “Tell me what?” You asked.

Joe hesitated for a few seconds, “I-I love you. I’ve loved you from the very moment I saw you at the con with Everly. And I don’t plan to stop loving you.” Joe leaned towards you, his nose grazing yours.

“I love you too.” You smiled softly at him. You and Joe laughed when you heard Everly and August scream in joy at the words that had now fallen from both your lips.

“It’s about damn time!” Everly shouted.

“Leave them be, Eve.” August’s voice was almost a whisper as she talked to her girlfriend but you and Joe could still hear her.

You looked down at your unlocked phone, then looked back at Joe. “I’m ready.” Joe nodded his head, you pulled up the voicemail, then you hit play on the most recent message that was from your dad.

“Hi, sweets, I know it's uh… been a while since we talked to you and before I get to the main reason I’m calling you, I need you to know that we are so sorry. We should’ve been there to help you recover and that wasn’t fair to you.” There was a pause on your father’s end and you could hear someone else talking to him, it could either be your mom or your sister. “I didn’t want to tell you this especially on your birthday, I need you to come home for a few days, maybe longer. You can bring anyone you want but it’s not under the best circumstances. So please call me when you get this. I love you so much, and happy birthday, angel.” The voicemail stopped, but you were aching to know what he was talking about.

You quickly moved your fingers around to call your dad back. “I’m going to call him back, I mean that’s the right way to go, right?” You looked at Joe, your voice hesitant as you asked the question.

“You do what you think you need to do, love. But I think you already know what you want to do.”

Your finger hung over your dad’s contact name. You were hesitating to say the least but you knew it was something you had to do, Joe was right about that. You closed your eyes for a brief moment going over all the possible outcomes of what your father could possibly want to tell you. Did something happen to him, was he okay? Did something happen to your sister, or your mother? Or someone else on your side of the family. The list was endless. You finally pressed the call button and placed it on speaker so Joe could listen in as well. After the first line rang your father’s voice crashed to your ears.

“Hi, dad.” Your voice was quiet, and panic was running through it. This was the first contact you had with him in a few years.

“Sweets, thank god you called back. I need you to come home, okay?” You could hear the sadness in his voice, which truly meant that something had happened.

“Why? What’s happened?”

“It’s your mom. She uh… passed away last night.” Your father started to break down. The phone fell from your hand and Joe was quick to catch it. He set it on the table, then he turned back towards you and pulled you into his embrace as a sob ripped through your throat. Everly and August were now standing at the door, eyes on you as you and your father both cried.

“How did it happen?” Everly asked for you, knowing very well that would be your next question.

“It was a car accident.” A new voice ran through your ears, it was your sister. No shock she was there with your dad being the strong one. Or at least trying to be. Joe held onto you tighter, his chin resting on top of your head as you rested your head on his chest and cried into it.

“I’ll be home on the next flight.” You spoke through tears.

───── ❝ ◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸ ❞ ─────

He was there for you every moment, never once leaving your side while you grieved the loss of your mother with your father and sister. It was a beautiful day on the day of your mothers funeral, laying her to rest on a day such as this made it hurt slightly less. The entire time the pastor had been talking you were stuck in your head thinking about all the times you had ignored phone calls from your mother. If you had just picked up and said hello maybe you could’ve had a better relationship with her, now you know you’ll never get the chance to build one with her again.

You hadn’t talked much since you, Joe, Everly, and August arrived back home. This had been the first time Joe had been here that wasn’t for a con and it was so different being here under these circumstances. Everly was worried to high heaven about you and August was worrying about her worrying about you. The two knew how you could get when you felt like you were drowning in the water.

Your head rested on Joe’s shoulder as tears fell down your face. Everly was holding onto your free hand, it was a tight grip one that allowed you to stay grounded. But Joe was really holding you there. He had been there to be a shoulder to cry on since you had found out about the news of your mother, you realized in this moment, this exact moment that he could be the person you could fall into when something was going on and you didn’t want to let that go.

You looked around at the people that were there, that knew your mother. But your eyes landed on your sister. You wanted to say she was glaring at you, but she wasn’t. She was looking at you with a look of sympathy on her face and a smudge of regret. But it disappeared when she noticed you staring at her. You pulled your eyes away from her and looked back towards the casket.

“I’m gonna go talk to my sister after this.” You whispered, but loud enough for Everly and Joe to hear you. The two exchanged a look with each other before their eyes fell onto you.

“Are you sure? Do you want one of us to come with you?” Everly asked.

“Yes, I’m sure. And no, I need to talk to her alone. It’d be better that way anyway.”

Joe placed a kiss on your hair, “whatever you need to do, love, we’ll be here waiting for you.” His sweet words made your heart thump loudly in your chest. You still weren’t sure how you’d gotten lucky with him, but you were so happy to have him in your life, happier than you had been in a long time.

As your mother’s casket started to go down in her grave everyone started to disperse, they would be heading back to your parents house for a little get together. Something your mother always loved doing. She had always loved having people in her home, she wanted everyone who stepped foot in her house to feel loved. Though it felt differently when she had blindsided you by taking your sister’s side.

You separated yourself from Joe, Everly, and August and walked over to your sister. Her boyfriend, the one you had been accused of sleeping with was standing next to her. Your father was talking to one of your mother’s brother and sister. You walked past the three of them coming to a stop in front of your sister and her boyfriend.

“Hi, Juni.” You said, remaining calm even though you wanted to scream at her for what she had done.

“Please, don’t call me that.” Juniper said, glaring daggers at you.

“Right, sorry.” You winced after the word left your lips.

“Can you give a few minutes to talk alone, please?” Juniper questioned her boyfriend. He looked between the two of you and gave a nod of his head. He placed a kiss on Mallory’s hair and walked away from them joining your father, Uncle and Aunt.

“How are you doing, Juniper?” Joe watched from afar, your hands behind your back as you tried to stay calm.

“I’m okay, what about you?”

“Yeah, I’m doing as good as I could be. Did you get to say goodbye to mom?”

“No I didn’t, we had an argument before she left.” You didn’t like where this was going, not one bit. “Mom, she knew that you knew she was dying but for some reason she wanted to spend whatever time left she had with you because she missed you. And I told her that she didn’t need to go. It’s your fault mom is dead, just like that car accident was your fault.”

You shook your head, the tears falling down your face again. “No, what happened to mom wasn’t my fault. And that car accident wasn’t mine, you were the one driving, not me, I just wanted to get you away from everyone so I could convince you that I didn’t sleep with your boyfriend. If we hadn’t even gone out that night…”

“What? You would’ve slept with my boyfriend some more?” Joe stepped forward ready to run to you but Everly and August both grabbed a hold of his arm stopping him before he could go.

“I didn’t sleep with him, Juniper. He’s a fucking pig for crying out loud and the fact that you’re still with him, well that’s on you. Not me, as for the car accident, you can blame me all you want but you weren’t the one who had to stay in the car and wait for rescue to get you out, you weren’t the one who had to spend months learning how to walk again. You weren’t the one who didn’t have her family in her corner because her sister somehow convinced their mother and father that I was the slut.”

Everyone was staring at you now, but you didn’t care you needed this to come out. You needed to move on and you felt this was the only way you could possibly do so.

“I-I’m sorry.” Your sister whispered looking down at the ground.

You scoffed. “If you were sorry, you would’ve told mom and dad the truth, you would’ve told them that your best friend was the one who slept with your boyfriend, not me. And the fact that you knew but chose to put the blame on me then refused to fix it when I was trying everything. Yeah some sister you are. And you have no right to blame me for mom’s accident, it’s not my fault that she wanted to come see me.” You turned away and started to walk away from your sister. She had tears in her eyes as she followed after you.

“Please, don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what? You hurt me, in more ways than one. You did, me walking away is something you could’ve avoided if you just fucking listened to me. If you had just let me explain myself better to mom and dad. You didn’t even give me a chance Juni. I was just left as bait for the sharks.” You went to turn away but then you stopped in your tracks and turned back towards your sister. “I don’t ever want you to contact me again.”

You held yourself up high, your dad was begging you to not do this but you had to. When you made it to Joe you collapsed into his arms. He caught you and turned around with you walking back towards the car.

“Let’s get you home love.” You nodded your head, Everly and August followed right behind you. After that day you never saw your sister, your father had contacted you a few days later to apologize and you told him that when you were ready you’d talk to your sister.

When you and Joe got married you had called your sister and she had apologized to you for everything that had happened. You discovered that after you had left the funeral she had broken up with her boyfriend and told dad what had actually happened. You accepted her apology but told her that she would have to earn her trust again. But you wanted her at your wedding so for the day you would set everything aside so she could be there. Joe was there even when you didn’t want him to be there.

And even now you couldn’t be more thankful to have him in your life, to be able to call him your husband and the father of your children. Whenever you needed to fall into Joe, he was there for you just like you were for him. Your sister and her husband were visiting you and Joe, Everly and August were over as well, they had brought their daughter with them to have a little playdate with your son. You sat in the room watching the kids play, making sure they got along. Your hand rested on top of your baby bump, a smile on your lips.

Joe stood at the door watching you, seeing you glowing. He stepped into the room and placed his hand on top of yours. “How are my girls doing?” He asked, you turned your head to him, your smile growing bigger.

“We’re doing good. How’s everyone else?” You asked.

“Good, you’re dad’s here now. So your sister is ready to share her surprise with everyone.”

“Well, almost everyone. She told me what it was. Can you help me up?” You asked. Joe nodded his head, stood up, his hands fit into yours. He pulled you up and closed the space between the two of you, his lips fell onto yours and you kissed him back.

“Ew, mommy, daddy, stop.” Your son cried out, the two of you laughed and you looked at the children still in the room.

“Come on you two, Auntie Juni has something she wants to share with everyone.” Joe called out holding his hands out to the kids. You watched Joe pick the two up and walk out of the room. You followed behind him heading back into the living room. Juni grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you to the side.

“I can’t do this.” Juni whispered, staring at you with panicked blue eyes.

“It’s okay Juni, you’re gonna be okay. You got this. I’ll be right next to you when you tell them.” You smiled brightly at your sister. There were two things she would be telling everyone, but only one of them you knew about because she had gone to you in her time of need. Juni looked back at you after the two of you had walked to the center of the room. You smiled at her and gave a nod. Your eyes found Joe, your son was sitting in his lap, the cutest sight you could ever say.

“So first order of business.” Juni said, looking at everyone. Her eyes found the man she had fallen in love with. “Josh and I eloped, we just thought it was best for the two of us.” Shock and happiness washed through everyone, they all smiled and cheered at the news.

“We will be having a small ceremony though for everyone since you couldn’t get a wedding.” Josh mentioned.

“Onto the next order of business. I uh, I’ve been keeping this secret from everyone because I was scared. I didn’t think I was cut out for this next part of my life, but having Josh in it and all of you, I know I can do this.” Juni looked back at you again, you walked up to her and grabbed a hold of her hand holding it in yours. “I’m pregnant.” Juni said excitedly. You wrapped your arm around your sister, a bubbly smile on your face.

Joe had seen you happy a handful of times, at your wedding, when you found out you were pregnant with your son, when you gave birth to your son, when you found out you were pregnant again, and now standing with your sister as she told everyone the happy news. You stepped away from your sister and walked over to Joe sitting down next to him. Your son climbed out of his dad’s lap and ran over to his Aunt and Uncle.

“Thank you.” You whispered, grabbing a hold of Joe’s hand and pulling it up to your lips to kiss it.

“For what, darling?” Joe asked as he leaned back and wrapped an arm around you.

You moved back into his chest and allowed your head to fall into his neck. “For allowing me to fall into you when I needed an anchor.”

“I’d do it over and over again if it meant you’re happy. I love you.” He placed a kiss on your hair.

“I love you too!” The two of you watched from the couch as everyone laughed and talked about the news of two new babies that would be joining the family.

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Elena practically flew forwards, her hand only just managing to stop the rest of her from slamming into the dashboard. She blinked once and slowly looked to her right.

“Are you joking?” she asked monotonously. “What the fuck was that?!”

“Don’t blame me, blame the fucking pigeon on the road!” John pointed ahead of him, one hand gripping onto the steering wheel. Elena followed his pointed finger and sighed.

“Bon…” she began. “That’s a fucking badger.”

“Huh?” He squinted, struggling to see a thing through the persistent sun. “Gah!” he grunted, waving his hand relatively in the same direction of the sun as he started the car up again, continuing their drive. “El, will you pass me my sunnies from my bag?”

Elena looked at John as if he was speaking an unfounded language. “You’re such a diva now,” she huffed, but smirked to let him know she wasn’t serious. Though she was certain he knew her enough to know she could never be snarky to him.

With an exaggerated sigh, she turned and stretched over in between the two car seats, reaching for John’s bag. She pulled it over to her and got to unzipping it, just as he made quite a sharp turn, causing her to fall sideways into him.

“My God, get your arse out of my face.”

“Stop making stupid driving decisions, then!”

“Why don’t you bloody drive? You’re old enough now.”

“I’ll end up killing someone, mate.” Elena rummaged through his bag, looking for his sunglasses. She snorted when she came across handfuls upon handfuls of spare drumsticks. “You got enough sticks in here, Bon-Bon?” she asked rhetorically, finally finding his sunglasses and retrieving them.

“Here y’are,” she plopped back down into the passenger seat, holding the shades out for John.

“Cheers,” he thanked her, clumsily putting them on his face with one hand, poking his eye in the process. “We’re almost there, by the way.”

Elena nodded, taking in the more urban character of their surroundings. It was a contrast to where she and John had grown up and spent most of their time. Sure, they weren’t all the way out in the countryside, but everything was within walking distance from each other. The closer into Birmingham you got, the more bus stops and taxi ports came into view, and the more reclusive passers-by seemed to be.

John had learned the ins and outs of Birmingham for the most part, ever since he started to pursue drumming full time and had to make these journeys in and out of the city. His recent endeavour, a band eccentrically named Crawling King Snakes, had inspired new confidence in him. The colourful landscape of musicians he had come across had never been more vibrant than the one he found himself in the middle of now. More than anything, hope was peeking over the horizon.

“So, what should I expect from your new bandmates?” Elena asked, resting her legs on the dashboard and tracing her finger across the grooves on her brown corduroy trousers.

“Nothing too crazy. Expect a lot of Welsh from Dave. Paul’s quiet… Dunno, they’re just chilled out guys.” He shrugged.

“Not really giving too much away, are you?”

“They’re hard to describe, to be honest with you. You just have to meet them,” John chuckled.

Elena left it at that and sat back, enjoying the rest of the car ride. The radio had treated them nicely that day, feeding them with the slick tunes of Little Richard and The Drifters, to Elvis and The Everly Brothers. All music the two friends enjoyed throughout the years. Elena had taken a recent interest in The Rolling Stones, a sharp turn from what she was used to listening to. Growing up, she found her place in the Blues, and Soul. She could listen to the likes of Ella Fitzgerald and Nat King Cole for hours and never tire of their silky vocals; the pure emotion and heart that went into each stave and syllable rang deep within her, and she felt every word like kitten kisses upon her ears.

Since John decided to become a full-time drummer, she’d been exposed to a wider variety of music that seeped from the essence of da blues to form a complete musical revolution that had quickly grown on her. The first time she heard the Stones was during her late night shift at work. Minimal pay for a 17-year-old, but the pub’s great company and tunes cancelled out the meesely wage. Satisfaction stuck with her all night. I can’t get no…neh neh neh nene neh neh… All. Night.

The flood gates were swung open once she stepped foot into the record shop in search of more Stones. That’s when she first came across Bay City Rollers, Cream, The Yardbirds… it was a whole different world and Elena hoped with her entire being that there would be more of it to come—that it wasn’t a mere diversion in the chaotic lineage of music evolution.

Bag over his shoulder, John led Elena inside the building, where Crawling King Snakes had booked out a small space for a couple of hours in exchange for £100. Dave was somewhat peeved that they had to spend that much on a couple of hours, but was easily convinced nonetheless.

“Ayy, there he is!” Paul exclaimed, raising his arms in the air as he spotted John at the door with his female companion.

“Ayy, y’alright, mate?” John greeted him with a manly hug, slapping each other’s backs in the process. It amused Elena greatly when she witnessed John in the presence of other guys; his entire demeanour toughened and he gave the facade of a sharp-tongued lad’s lad. Yes, he had it in him. But the correlation between that and his surroundings was too coincidental for it not to be causational.

The room really was small for a jamming session. Four yellow strip lights hung above, and the carpet was worn and colourless, as though waiting to be quenched by the kaleidoscopic symphonies of talented musicians.

“Dave, get your arse over ‘ere,” Paul waved his hand over to the other male in the room, long-haired and lost in thought with a blue bass guitar slung over his shoulder.

“El,” John began, slinging his arm around Elena and bringing her beside him. “This is Paul Martinez and Dave Edmunds—guitar and bass. They’re mental. Beware.”

Elena laughed and shook her head, holding out her hand to greet the two men politely. They reciprocated the greeting with friendly smiles, one accompanied by a cigarette hanging from his lips.

“This is Elena. She’s my best friend, partner in crime, and primary critic. If anyone knows what sounds good, it’s this girl, here,” he proudly introduced with a squeeze of her shoulders against him.

“Good to meet you,” Paul said through the muffle of his cigarette.

“Right, El, I need to set up properly, you’re alright just hanging about, yeah?” John checked, putting his bag down on a nearby chair.

“Mhm,” Elena nodded with a smile. “I’ll be here.” She watched as John made his way over to the drum riser to get to work on tightening the drum skins and double checking placements.

With her arms folded comfortably, she took a small step backwards, only to collide with something, or someone, coming through the door behind her. She turned her head and moved out of the way immediately. “Oh, sorry…” she instinctively apologised before looking up at the person in question.

“Nah, yer alright, luv, I was just gunna skim past you.”

Her chestnut eyes fell in line with two striking orbs of blue—expressive and welcoming. He had thick, curly hair that traced the fine line of dirty blonde. It looked like it could easily switch up in the glare of the sun, with how delicate it seemed. It fell into strong sideburns that stopped just short of his chin, framing a dimpled grin that dismissed her apology.

“Ah, Bobby!” Paul called in the midst of lighting a cigarette. The blonde grunted and looked over at him with a dissatisfied glare.

“Will you stop calling me that?”

“Bobby Bobby Bobby Bobbehhhh,” John joined in, in a crouched position by one of the snares. With a boisterous laugh, he popped his head up, gesturing a drumstick at Elena. “Elena, Robert, Robert, Elena.”

Robert’s brows lifted in realisation, a smile once again taking over his features as he turned back to Elena with his hand held out. “Ah, you’re the one he’s been talkin’ about, then.” Clasping his hand in hers, he leaned in to give her a welcoming peck on the cheek, as he did with all the women he came across.

“Great to know he’s been talking about me,” Elena responded loud enough for the drummer to hear, earning a distracted middle finger from him in retaliation.

“Oh, he’s mentioned you a fair bit, yeah,” Robert nodded.

“That’s disconcerting…”

“No, all good things, luv, don’t worry.” Robert waved his hand in dismissal.

They naturally drifted further into the room as everyone hooked themselves up to the few amps they had lying around. Robert was itching to get started. He’d been looking for other strong musicians with a similar zest for life to jive with for a while, and hoped that Crawling King Snakes could at the very least lead to something magnificent. It made him all the more nervous to test out new material, though, now that he had an audience. Not just any audience, either. The presence of John’s female companion, who Robert wasn’t blind enough to recognise as physically stunning.

Even though this was simply an opportunity to jam and test out different sounds, he knew he had to get it right. Whatever it was. Early on, he learned that leaving a not-so-impactful impression on the ladies was the last thing anyone should do when performing. It would be a notch on his ego, an ego he was subconsciously trying to craft around the slightly sensitive, yet lively, 18-year-old boy that he was.

Little did he know he had already made a lasting impression, simply by the way he greeted Elena at the door. There was something extremely European about his way of saying ‘hello,’ in a sense that it held the weight of a respectful, gallant gentleman. To Elena, that was extremely comforting and unique; exactly the kind of person she’d enjoy surrounding herself with.

The way he chose to dress himself… wow. She’d very rarely seen men adorn their bodies with such delicate material, bohemian and Eastern-inspired all at once. If there was one thing Robert was, it was remarkable, exceptional… abnormal—everything the world was missing but didn’t know it needed. And that was just by the way he dressed.

It was fair to say Elena’s interest in this eccentric boy was piqued.

Incidentally, the feeling was mutual. Robert was instantly caught up in the way her deep brown hair fell in natural waves down her back, tamed, yet allowed to sway freely with every movement she made. And her eyes, fuck, they were so big and captivating. He’d already picked up on her accent, always one to take note of such things. Alluring, unapologetically informal. So care-free. He only hoped that his first impressions of her were accurate. It would be a shame to see something so beautiful turn out to be the complete opposite.

“Bonzo’s a great drummer, isn’t he?”

Elena, leaning against the wall with her hands behind her back, cocked her head in Robert’s direction. “Bonzo?”

“John.” He nodded his head towards him.

“He’s a fantastic drummer. Always thought that of him.” Elena’s voice was soft as she admired him from afar.

“How long have you two been together?”

The brunette had to steal a minute to confirm she had heard correctly. She had paused amid her smile in John’s direction. “Who?” she checked, glancing at Robert.

“You and John.”

“Oh God, no,” she was quick to shake her head, face falling flat. “No, no…”

Robert’s light smile fell slightly, and a soft shade of pink infiltrated his cheeks. “No?”

“Yeah, no.”

“No, what?”

“We aren’t together,” she insisted with a gesturing finger between herself and her best friend. “Hasn’t he told you he’s married?”

Robert’s eyebrows scrunched up, sending a curious glance over at John. “It’s never come up in conversation, I guess.”

“It was recent, to be fair.” Elena watched Robert’s analytical observation. “He’s got a one-month old son, as well.”

“Well, shit,” Robert breathed, running a hand over his face. “Sorry, I just assumed ‘cause of how close you two seem to be…” Behind the comfort of his hand, he scrunched up his face in embarrassment and shook his head. “Fuckin’ Bonzo…” he muttered. Crawling King Snakes hadn’t been together for longer than a couple of months, and none of the eight sessions they'd had thus far consisted of private-life talk. Each of them were too preoccupied with the music and forming a cohesive combination of personalities to delve into the lives of one another.

Elena’s swift dismissal may have translated as abrasive, and she became quickly aware of that as soon as Robert hid his face behind his hand, inaudibly scolding himself. She didn’t jump to reassure him, however. His sensitivity to the smallest misunderstanding was captivating. Rare. There was no need to maintain emphasis on something that clearly left him unwillingly flustered.

So, she changed the topic, focusing on the nickname Robert had used twice now.

“You call him Bonzo?” Elena smiled, not only at the name, but the way it sounded on a Black Country tongue.

“Yeah, well,” Robert chuckled, showing an off-centre slant in his smile that emphasised the dimple on his right cheek. “He was insistent on calling me Bobby, so I thought I’d call him something that would piss him off even more, but…” He shook his head, watching his bandmate test out each drum to perfection. “He actually didn’t mind it, so it’s stuck.”

“Bonzo…” Elena tested the name in her own mouth, the cadence different in her Lancashire drawl. “It fits him, dunnit?” She said through a grin. “I’ve always called him Bon-Bon.”

“Like the sweet?” Robert looked down at her, resting his hand on the wall beside her head casually, the small blip in their conversation fading into obscurity.

She nodded, still looking at John. “Mhm. It was actually an accident,” she pointed out, glancing at Robert. “I guess I struggled to say ‘Bonham’ when I was 4.”

“Blimey, you’ve known him for that long?”

Elena turned her head to him fully, her mouth dropping open a bit. “Alright, calm down, how old do you think I am?”

“I-I didn’t mean it as in ‘you’re old’!” Robert laughed. “You can’t be much older than us!”

“I’m actually younger than John by a year, so…”

“Well, I’m younger than him by a few months.”

“So, there you go, I’m not old.”

“Listen, luv, I was simply shocked by how long you’ve known him,” Robert incessantly defended himself, much to Elena’s amusement. She smiled at him, looking back at John.

“Nah, I bloody wish I was older.”

“And why’s that?”

“Can’t drink yet, can I?” She gave Robert a pointed look.

“That’s right, you can’t.” He feigned distress, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “The struggles of being 17 in England.”

“Oh, I know, it’s torture,” she played along, resting her head back against the wall.

He smirked. “So, you’re a drinker, then, eh?”

“Well…” she shrugged, “A bit, yeah. I work in a pub as a waitress, so sometimes I can have half a pint at the end of the shift if there aren’t that many people in. Which hardly ever happens.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’ve only recently turned 18, so I’m still trying to get used to buying alcohol in the shops without worrying about being caught,” Robert chided. “What pub d’you work in?”

“The George Inn. It’s like slam in between here and up in Walsall.”

“I see…” Robert nodded, chewing his lip in thought.

“That being said, I want to move a bit closer to here, eventually. Not entirely in the city centre, though, I like the countryside a bit too much.”

Robert just smiled as she spoke. He took in every piece of information, enjoying the way she’d speak in her hometown slang every now and then. She definitely spoke a lot, but Robert didn’t mind. He admired it.

“Like, closer to the city, but not completely in the city… d’ya get what I mean?” She looked up at Robert, completely unashamed of her rambling.

“I get what you mean, luv,” he reassured.

“I know this might be weird, but I just love being surrounded by nature. It’s how I grew up—how both of us grew up,” she gestured between herself and John, who was almost done. “And I have a thing for plants. Being in the city doesn’t really reward you with that stuff, does it?”

Elena watched as Robert’s smile widened, seemingly proud of himself. She raised an eyebrow. “What’s that look for?”

“You have a thing for plants?” he asked.

“Alright, I know it’s a bit… nerdy, or whatever, but yeah, I do. I like the smell of them when you’ve just watered them, and the reflections they make when the sun hits them in the right spot. They brighten up a room. There’s just something… comforting about them.”

“You really don’t need to defend yourself, Elena.” She liked the way he said her name. It was almost like he was testing it out for the first time. “I’m a bit like that with nature. My parents used to take me over to Wales every year on holiday, and we’d stay right in the heart of nature. Right on the coast. It was great.” He folded his arms, glancing over at John. “Aren’t you bloody done, yet?”

“You’re the one yappin’ on over there ‘bout God knows what, don’t have a chomp at Bonz!” Dave scolded, punctuated with a funky run of notes from his bass.

“Oh, shit,” Robert snorted, his face flushing where his sideburns faded out into a light beard. “Guess that’s me cue,” he said to Elena, a small boost of confidence overtaking him in the dawn of stepping in front of a band. “Oh, by the way, my last name is Plant. And I’ve been known to brighten up any room,” he teased with a boyish wink.

Elena couldn’t help but grin, as much as she tried to resist looking silly, as she watched him walk up to the mic stand.

If Robert didn’t feel some kind of pressure before, he certainly did now. He’d just bigged himself up in the most pretentious way possible, in his mind, by using his name. His bloody name! If he could, he would have slapped himself, right in the face. As he stood there, right in between his bandmates and the inquisitive gaze of Elena, he felt it brewing in the pit of his stomach. A certain drive. A metaphorical shove to let go. To show off. To submerge himself in the euphoria he called music. To do everything he’d admired his idols for for so long now.

In this moment, he finally caught the essence by a fleeting blink of an eye, and he grasped it as firmly as he did the microphone, determined to never let it go.

Unsure of what she was expecting from the seemingly delicate, unruly-haired, sapphire-eyed young man in front of her, Elena sat on the edge of her seat as Robert exorcised such visceral sounds from his mouth. Unlike anything she’d ever heard. She watched as he got completely lost in the rhythm, shaking his curls around in time with each riff.

The perfect combination of what she’d grown up on and what she’d recently ventured into.

It left her speechless; a big deal for someone like Elena, who rarely managed to keep her mouth shut. She had to distract herself, keep herself from acting like a babbling idiot before Robert even thought about asking her for feedback. So, whilst Robert helped John with some wires at the end of their session, Elena struck up a conversation with Paul, eager to know about his influences. But as much as she tried to focus on what Paul was saying, her eyes betrayed her mind, and made brief but definite glances at the singer on the drum-riser.

Robert bit onto his tongue as he concentrated on winding up one of the wires that had previously been connected to his microphone. John was busy complaining about how they had to make sure they left the room the way they found it, despite the state they found it in. They’d be blamed for it either way. Young, aspiring musicians were blamed for everything these days.

He made sure to nod along, but stayed entirely fascinated by Elena, making hidden glances over at her as she chatted with Paul. Her hair that struck him upon impact now became an accomplice to the rest of her; the two hours he’d been in her presence was enough for him to know he wanted to see more. He wanted to know her, learn from her.

“Uh, Bonz’,” he interrupted John’s rant. He took another moment to succumb to the temptation Elena unknowingly laid out for him, her own cheeks adorned with faint dimples when she laughed. Finally able to tear his eyes from her, he looked at John. “Is, uh…” He nodded his head in the relative direction of Elena. “Is Elena gunna be around a lot, d’you think?” He tried to make his inquisition as casual as possible, nonchalantly hanging the wire in his hands up on one of the hooks behind the drumset.

Whilst John Bonham enjoyed his off-peak ramblings, he wasn’t naive, and he most certainly wasn’t an idiot. This wasn’t the first time another guy had come up to him with a question about his childhood best friend, wondering if she was single, if they were a couple, or anything of that nature. It wasn’t a common occurrence, but it happened enough for him to recognise that tone and look in the eye of any man who asked about a woman with an underlying interest in getting to know her.

He stood from his seat, stretching his back out with an exaggerated groan to cover up the smirk on his face. “If she’s not working, I should imagine she’ll be around us a lot,” he responded, watching intently at Robert’s reaction. But Robert knew he was being watched, and tilted his head in an attempt to cover his expressions with the curls atop his head. This’d be fuckin’ easier if my hair was long…

“You don’t have an issue with her bein’ around, do you?”

“No,” Robert answered immediately, lifting his head up to meet amused eyes. “Just… it was just a question,” he sighed, giving up as Elena appeared at the bottom of the drum-riser, smiling at John.

“Yep, almost done, El,” he responded to a silent question he knew she was about to ask. “What time you s’pposed to start your shift?”

“Five,” she answered, folding her arms and sending a comfortable smile over to Robert.

“What’d’ya think?” Robert asked, jumping down from the riser.

Elena’s smile widened, but her response was cut off before she could even begin.

“What do you mean, ‘what’d’ya think’?” John chuckled. “El loves anything I do, isn’t that right?”

“‘Ar Bon-Bon is clearly very modest,” Elena teased, sending John a wry grin before turning her attention back to Robert. She considered him for a second, the earlier elation settled in her chest for now, and she was able to respond with a coherent elegance. “Not bad, Plant.”

Robert answered with an equally elegant nod of appreciation.

“Right, all done, love,” John huffed, joining them. “Ready to go?” he asked Elena. She nodded with a hum of approval. “Same time next week, yeah?” John turned to Robert, offering a manly hug once again, which consisted of a half-hug and a slap on the back. Receiving confirmation, John fished out his cigarettes in preparation for the ride to Elena’s work.

Before leaving, Robert made sure to give Elena another gallant kiss on the cheek, letting her know it was nice to meet her. She responded in kind, giving his arm a small squeeze in the process.

And as he watched the dynamic duo leave, Robert found himself already restless for next week’s session, where he’d hopefully get to see Elena again.

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Rabbit

Print/Trinket Universe

~1400 words

Warning: Dehumanization

Summary: When Xander finds Grayson in danger, he reacts with a level of protectiveness that neither of them is fully prepared for. (Pre-relationship Xander/Grayson 💖)

@marydublinauthor 🌸

Read more Xander/Grayson here 💕

“Let me go!”

If Xander hadn’t been passing the doorway at that moment, he wouldn’t have heard Grayson’s frantic voice. He’d heard Grayson sound nervous plenty of times, but never so frightened. Xander bolted into the room, gripping the doorframe tightly with one hand as he assessed what was going on.

A man in a black t-shirt held Grayson around the middle. His arms were pinned to his sides, and his legs kicked fiercely. It was never lost on Xander how small prints were, but he had gotten used to Grayson and Everly’s casual presence. Seeing Grayson handled so carelessly made Xander lock up in silent rage.

“I’m telling you—I work for the band!” Grayson’s words came through gasping breaths. He couldn’t fucking breathe. “I was j-just looking for a quiet place to get work done before the show—”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” the man snapped. “Next time you talk, I want the goddamn truth.”

“Hey!” Xander didn’t shout, but his tone was enough to make the man turn around with a start. “The fuck are you doing?”

The guy’s nametag read “Stan.” When their gazes locked, Stan’s hard and defensive glare made it obvious that he had no idea who Xander was. Maybe it had something to do with Xander being a potential threat that would take more than a tight fist to restrain.

“Who the hell are you?” Stan lifted his hand higher like a Grayson was a misplaced object. “Is this thing with you?”

Xander dug his fingers into the doorframe so hard that he imagined the wood splintering. This thing. This thing. This thing. He took a step forward, glowering. “Xander Dalton. My face may not be plastered all over the place like Micah, but I play bass, dumbass.”

Stan blanched. “M-Mr. Dalton! My bad. I didn’t—sorry, I didn’t know—” He swallowed hard and glanced at Grayson, some of his nerve returning. “I don’t know how he got in, but—”

“I do,” Xander said coolly. “He’s our tour accountant. How about you ask before you grab? Put him down.”

Mortified, Stand did as he was told. He set Grayson down on a nearby black crate. The situation could have ended there, with Grayson clutching his chest and catching his breath as he staggered away from the possibility of being snatched again. But Stan had to go and keep his mouth running.

“You can never be too careful, you know,” he said in a lower voice as though Grayson couldn’t hear every word. “You’ve heard the news, right? All these Rebellion attacks popping up, out of nowhere. It’s unusual to see a print unaccompanied, especially around here. It’s downright suspicious. Might wanna think about keeping a shorter leash on him.”

Xander didn’t think. He reacted.

As Stan walked by him, Xander clocked him in the face. It wasn’t the best punch he’d thrown—the moment his fist connected, his knuckles electrified with pain. Playing wouldn’t be easy tonight.

“Might wanna think about shutting the fuck up if you wanna hang on to all your teeth,” Xander said.

He was ready when Stan didn’t simply slink away. No, the guy was a hothead and even more reactive than Xander. Stan lunged instinctively, fist raised for payback, but Xander dodged around the jab easily. He grabbed Stan by the throat and shoved him into the doorframe. Blood trickled down his wide-eyed face. His nose was crooked and swollen.

Xander’s fingers tightened around his neck. “You know, I’ve broken a lot of bones,” he said calmly. “Just not my own. So unless you wanna leave here in an ambulance, I suggest you take the rest of the night off. Think you can swing that?”

Stan nodded jerkily. Xander released him and shoved him out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Even as silence settled in, Xander breathed heavily. He might get in trouble. He might not. Whatever the case, he didn’t regret it.

When he turned back to the tour crate, Grayson became very still.

“You okay?” Xander asked, approaching with the casual gait of someone who hadn’t just threatened another person’s life.

Grayson took a step back from Xander’s approach. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Well, I am, so…” He wouldn’t meet Xander’s gaze.

It was just like the first few months they had known each other—when Grayson had been too nervous to look him directly in the eye. When every little movement in his direction seemed to ignite his fight or flight mode.

“I thought we were past this,” Xander muttered.

Grayson wet his lips, gaze firmly pointed downward. “What?”

Xander sighed. Fight or flight—which one would Grayson choose this time? Neither was preferable. Xander dragged a chair from the far wall and took a seat in front of the crate to show that he wasn’t letting this one go. There was only one way to get the truth out of Grayson when he was this shaken. Xander reached out, gingerly, guiding Grayson’s chin with a fingertip. Their eyes met.

“Rabbit,” Xander said.

Grayson’s lips pressed tightly together. Rabbit. It was their secret word. An accusation, a command, and a plea, all rolled into two syllables. Xander had come up with it when he’d grown tired of the careful mask Grayson wore around him. Rabbit meant no bullshit. Say exactly what’s on your mind, no consequences.

“What do you want me to say, Xan?” Grayson placed a hand on Xander’s finger and gave a half-hearted shrug. “You almost strangled someone for me. You’re just… You’re a sigh to behold sometimes.”

“Is that code for ‘scary’?”

Grayson hesitated, then gave a small nod. No bullshit.

“Sorry.” Xander pulled his fingertip away from Grayson’s face and delicately touched his shoulder. “You hurt?”

“There might be bruises later, but nothing major.” Grayson’s dark eyes closely followed the trail of Xander’s touch as it made its way down his side.

Xander drew a slow, steady breath. “He could’ve broken your ribs.” He could have broken all of you.

For a long moment, Grayson stood unnaturally still, struggling for words. “Why did you do that?”

“Why’d I stop that guy from breaking your spine? Seriously?”

“You did more than that.” Grayson wouldn’t break eye contact now. “He was already walking away when you swung. If… if he starts spreading rumors that you’re a little too protective of prints… Especially with everything that’s happening out there… Why did you do that?”

“Oh, my God. You’re kidding me.” Xander snatched his hand an inch from Grayson and looked straight up at the ceiling with a groan. “How are you so smart but so dumb? You know what? Forget it.” He stood and started to pull away.

Grayson grabbed his finger, even knowing that the action could send him falling to the floor. Xander froze and gently tried to tug himself free, but that only made Grayson hold on tighter. He dug his heels against the crate like that might make any real difference if Xander wanted to leave.

“Rabbit,” Grayson snapped in the harshest tone Xander had ever heard from him.

A jolt ran up Xander’s spine. In all their time with that code, Grayson had never been the one to invoke it. His small face was set with determination—a sort of boldness that he rarely had the courage to direct against Xander.

“Why did you do it?” Grayson repeated.

Xander didn’t know what Grayson was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t what came next.

Bracing his other hand on the table, Xander leaned down and kissed him.

Grayson let go of his finger and went absolutely still. Xander pushed his hand forward to brace him from behind. He didn’t grab Grayson, didn’t hold him in place. Just kept him from falling back. And Grayson made no move to pull away—after a second, he leaned into the kiss feverishly. Tiny hands pulled at Xander’s jaw in an attempt to tug him in closer.

But their desperate affection was fleeting.

Far too soon, Xander made himself break away. Grayson stumbled forward and fell on hands and knees. He panted as he stared up glassily.

“Just ‘cause,” Xander said with a brittle laugh.

He turned on his heel and made his escape. As he yanked the door open and stepped out, his heart pounded so hard that felt like he might choke on his own pulse.

((Author’s note: Pre-relationship Xander and Grayson bring me so much joy and sadness :') They may not think their first kiss was under the most romantic circumstances--but honestly, what's more romantic than making out with your giant crush after they save you??))

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 9 months

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Hey! I love what I’ve read so far! Can we get a kiss prompt #23 with Hangman x Reader? 🫶🏼

Hi Jordan! Thanks for liking all of the kisses I've posted so far! Here's Kiss #23 - in relief with Hangman and Reader!

Relieve Me Of My Burdens With A Kiss

It’s always nerve-wracking to see your babies hurt or sick and know you’re not able to do more than you’re already doing. It hurts even more to see your husband go through the same pain you are. It had started off as a fever for poor little Everly, but as a mom of three, you thought you knew exactly how to handle fevers. After all, Arabella had fevers as a baby and so did James. But this fever wouldn’t drop despite every technique you applied. You’d been near tears when you’d called Jake on the phone and told him you were loading the kids into the car to take your baby girl to the hospital.

“I’ll meet you there, Sweets,” was all he said before hanging up. Thankfully the hospital ER was mostly empty, but you weren’t expecting to hear that she’d have to be admitted to the ICU. By the time Jake blasts through the doors at the end of the hallway, hair mussed and khakis creased, you’re already working yourself into a panic attack. Arabella and James are on one of the waiting room sofas, James with headphones in his ears and Arabella reading a book. But you’re at wits end. The worry, the ever-present worry and panic that resides in your diaphragm and has ever since you gave birth to Ari is roiling. You’ve been cataloging everything you did and running your actions over and over again in your mind.

Jake takes one look at you, tugs you out of the older kids’ earshot, and wraps you in his arms.

“It’ll be alright, sweetheart. The doctors will help our Evie girl.” His voice is a rumble in his chest as you sob with your head over his heart.

“B-but what if it’s something I did? I-I can’t lose her, Jake. She’s only four months old. She’s our baby.” Jake’s lips are gentle against your brow as he kisses your head.

“Nothing is going to happen to our baby, sweets. She’ll be back to our giggling, bouncy mischievous baby girl in no time.” You sniffle even as you nod, stepping away to take Jake’s hand in your own.

His wedding band is smooth against your palm, the metal shiny and worn after years of wearing it every day. You fixate on the feeling of Jake’s hand in yours and focus on hoping that Evie will be alright.

“Captain and Mrs. Seresin?” The doctor’s voice brings your worry back to the forefront of your mind.

“How’s Everly doing, Doctor?” Your voice is tremulous as Jake wraps an arm around your waist.

“You’ve got one strong little girl, Mrs. Seresin.She’s just got a regular run of the mill viral bug, probably something she caught from her siblings. Some fluids here in the hospital tonight and a round of the medicines we prescribe and she will be back to herself in no time at all.”

Your sigh of relief goes unheard as Jake finishes speaking to the Doctor and leads you into the hospital room. Evie’s so tiny in the crib, her rambunctious fists and feet still. Your fingers are light as you brush her honey blond tresses off her forehead and kiss her little brow.

“You’ll be alright, baby girl. Mama and Daddy are right here waiting for you to wake up, okay, darling? We’re right here.” Jake’s voice is hushed and gentle and rough like he’s holding back tears.

You curl your hand around his collar and kiss him, pouring all of your love and relief into the kiss.

“She’s going to be alright, Jake. Our baby girl’s going to be perfectly healthy soon.” He blinks back tears before kissing you again soft and slow, ignoring Arabella’s tween sounds of disgust at her parents kissing.

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Uuhhh I sense a deep conversation between Miss Everly and Benedict. Poor Benedict, he will not think of anything else but Miss Everly's words

Whatever the Poets Say | b.b. | 12

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Benedict has ✨anxiety✨ gif from @fqjth

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

“Elizabeth's spirits soon rising to playfulness again, she wanted Mr. Darcy to account for his having ever fallen in love with her. 'How could you begin?' said she. 'I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place?'

'I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.'

'My beauty you had early withstood, and as for my manners--my behavior to you was at least always bordering on the uncivil, and I never spoke to you without rather wishing to give you pain than not. Now, be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?'

'For the liveliness of your mind, I did.'”

Pride and Prejudice, by the author of Sense and Sensibility

Benedict, for the life of him, could not sleep that night.

There were a handful of reasons –between the fact that his fiancee and sister were certainly high all evening and the other fact that his fiancee felt bad about marrying him –well, Benedict was a bit stressed. And to top it off, of course, she was sleeping just down the hall from him in one of the guest bedrooms of his family home. Just down the hall, while everyone was asleep. How easily he could slip down the hall and into her room, just to check on her.

Just to check on her. Nothing more, of course.

Temptation aside, he wasn’t exactly in the mood to seduce his fiancee. Her admission of guilt for marrying him was eating away at him, and Benedict wasn’t sure how he would handle it. It wasn’t like he could simply be alone with her –not any time soon, at least. And he certainly didn’t want to wait until they were married to discuss why she felt guilty. That would certainly put a damper on the celebrations. Or ruin an entire marriage, really. And Benedict really didn’t want their marriage to be ruined even before it began.

Glancing at the clock in the corner –barely visible in the semi-darkness of his bedroom –Benedict ran his hands over his face. It was just past midnight, and he hadn’t managed to get any sleep yet. Each time he closed his eyes, he saw her crying at the altar in her wedding gown. Or refusing to marry him because of whatever guilt plagued her.

What could she be guilty of? Was she hiding something from him? There were so many things that Benedict could think of that would or could make someone feel bad about marrying the one they loved. Was she already betrothed? Or perhaps she did not actually love him –but felt she could not back out now. Breaking an engagement was scandalous in and of itself; breaking it because she was already betrothed would be so much worse.

The anxiety that overwhelmed Benedict was almost too much, and he finally decided to damn it all as he rose from his bed. No one would be awake at this hour; he could wake her quietly and ensure that she was okay. Then try to get some semblance of an explanation from her about why she felt bad about marrying him. While she had said she loved him too much to feel such a way, it did nothing to ease Benedict’s worry. He just…he needed an explanation. He needed it like a fish needs water; it was the only thing that would ease the fear he had in his heart.

Determining the coast was clear, Benedict slipped out of his bedroom quietly. He hadn’t even changed into his sleepwear; he had simply laid in bed in his breeches and shirt, unable to bring himself to be comfortable. But that was fine. It didn’t matter how he looked, given she was more than likely in her own nightgown as well. Benedict did well to avoid the spots in the floor that creaked –a habit he learned as a child –and slipped down the hallway towards her room. If he was caught, he was certain Anthony would have his head, but Benedict didn’t seem to care so much about his brother’s reaction as he reached for the doorknob and twisted it.

The door opened slowly, and he peaked in through the crack. A candle dimly lit the room, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight of her sitting up in the bed. Her journal rested against her knees, and she had the pencil pressed against her forehead with her eyes shut. As if she was deep in thought, trying to find the words to write. He tapped on the door gently now, alerting her to his presence, and she looked up at him in surprise.

“Benedict, what are you doing?” She whispered, tossing her journal to the side. The blanket was pulled close to her chest. “You shouldn’t be up.”

“Neither should you,” he countered, slipping into her bedroom now and shutting the door.

“I did sleep for most of the afternoon –well into the evening, as well. I missed dinner,” she reminded him, relaxing some as he leaned against the bedroom door.

“How are you feeling, then?” He asked, pushing off the door to walk into the room further, then he sat on the edge of her bed.

“Better,” she admitted, though she was smiling sheepishly. “I am sorry you had to see me and Eloise like that. It wasn’t my intention to…lose my wits about me.”

Perhaps this was not how he wished to see her in bed for the first time –but it was necessary. If anything to make their first night together less stressful. She did not seem terribly bothered by him being there –though that very well could be because this was the least scandalous thing they had done as of late. She shifted some, lowering the blanket as she turned to face him. Benedict couldn’t help himself; even the worry that consumed him could be pushed aside enough to admire how beautiful she was.

Even in the middle of the night, with her hair mused from restless attempts at sleeping and her nightgown loose on her body –she was beautiful. And Benedict wanted nothing more than to reach out and brush his hand against her skin. Touch her gently, and hold her against him.

But temptation had to wait.

“There is no reason to apologize,” he reassured her, smiling softly. Though the way she looked down told him she was still embarrassed. He supposed she should be; she was intoxicated with his sister. He would be too, he was certain. But he needed to focus on the task at hand. “Though, I do have to ask…you said something, and it’s partially why I cannot sleep.”

Mostly why he couldn’t sleep, actually. But he didn’t want to make her feel worse by telling her so.

Her brow furrowed as she pulled her knees to her chest. Benedict couldn’t help but think she looked a bit scared –like a small rabbit, curled up in fear. It made his heart ache.

“It was nothing terrible,” he reassured, moving to rest one of his legs under him as he adjusted himself on the bed. “You just…” Benedict hesitated, looking down for a moment as he tried to put it gently. But there was certainly no gentle way of repeating what she said, so he came right out with it, “You mentioned you felt bad about marrying me.That you loved me, but felt guilty about it. And then you simply…walked away.”

Silence filled the air as she processed what he had said. Benedict could see the gears turning, as if she was trying to recall when she had said such a thing to him. But the distress on her face grew as she couldn’t recall, and Benedict’s brow furrowed as he realized just how much of Collin’s special powder she took.

“Oh, dear, Benedict,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I am such a fool, I should not have said such things. I am so sorry.”

“So you...don’t feel bad about marrying me?” He pushed, frowning some.

She hesitated, opening her mouth as if to say No, of course not. But then she stopped, looking at her hands as they dropped to her lap. “I…I do feel bad, yes.”

Benedict’s heart felt like it dropped into his stomach as she rolled the fabric of her blanket between her fingers. “I…I didn’t realize you felt that way. I’m sorry, I just thought…you were so happy –we were happy, and we can postpone or call it off –”

“I am happy, Benedict,” she quickly reassured, reaching over to take his hand. He looked up at her in confusion as she adjusted herself, moving closer to him on the bed. She sat on her knees in front of him. “I am so ridiculously happy. And that is why I feel bad.”

Benedict frowned deeply, running his thumb over the ring on her finger. “I don’t think I follow. You feel bad because you’re happy?”

“I feel bad,” she explained, huffing in frustration, “Because I am overjoyed to be engaged when my mother died less than two weeks ago. I…I shouldn’t be happy, Benedict. I should be mourning. I should be beside myself with grief. And yet, I am instead thriving under the parasol of love that you have shielded me with. I feel bad because my mother has left this world and yet I have done nothing to mourn her.”

Tears started to fall, and Benedict realized that this was the first time she had cried in front of him. And by God, he never wanted her to cry again. Not if he could help it. The worry that had enveloped Benedict disappeared as he began to understand what she meant. It was not that she did not love him, or was hiding anything. And he was an idiot for thinking that she would be anything but honest with him. He reached over, pulling his hands from hers, and wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

“We all grieve differently, my love,” he told her, caressing her cheek gently now. “And your mother would not want you to mourn her death; she would want you to celebrate her life. And you are doing just that –you are celebrating her life, and her love for you, by being happy. Even in the darkest of nights –you have managed to find joy. There are so few people who can do that. And yet you have.”

She looked up at him through cloudy eyes, blinking away her tears as he continued to speak. Benedict wiped another tear away. “I didn’t know Lady Everly. And that is truly a shame, because I want nothing more than to tell her how much I adore her daughter. But your father is also happy; your mother would want you to be happy for yourself.”

“I feel like I have tarnished her name by not mourning her more,” she argued, though her voice was wobbly as she tried to hold back tears. “Why should I be happy when she cannot be here with me?”

“You should be happy,” he insisted, taking her hands in his. He held them against his heart, enveloping them in his own. “Because you deserve happiness, my love. You deserve to be happy, and loved. Your mother would agree if she were here, I just know that. And I will spend the rest of our days reminding you how loved you are.”

“I just wish she could be at the wedding,” she sighed, blinking back the remainder of her tears. “Help me plan it, and pick out my dress. She always knew what went best with everything. She always knew best.”

“I know,” he agreed softly, reaching up to touch her cheek again. “I wish my father could be here for it as well. He would have loved you.”

“Mother would have loved you too, Benedict.” She sniffled, pulling her hand back to wipe her nose gently. “She was so excited when Lady Whistledown wrote about you and I at the ball. She was certain you were courting me.”

“My mother was as well,” he admitted, smiling at her softly. “I know your mother cannot be replaced, and I would never dream of even suggesting so. But you are joining my family soon —and my mother, and my sisters, they will treat you as if you have been here all your life. You will never go without being loved, whether it is by your father or by me or by them.”

“My mother would be very happy to know that, I think,” she admitted, a small smile on her face. “I know my father is. He really loves you, you know. I think he’s excited to have a son finally.”

“I think he is excited to have such a large family,” Benedict chuckled, shaking his head. “He and Gregory had a wonderful time together at the park after you left. And when Hyacinth joined, it was like he knew exactly what to do. It reminded me of when my father was around.”

For a moment, the two simply watched each other with small smiles on their faces. Benedict understood her feelings, he really did. And he couldn’t deny that she had every right to feel bad —it was a natural reaction. But he wanted to shield her from everything wicked if he could. He would, if it came down to it. Though hopefully the only wicked thing that came their way would be Lady Cowper and her abhorrent commentary.

“You should get some sleep,” she whispered to him, intertwining their fingers carefully. “I slept most of the day, but I know you must be exhausted.”

“You have no idea,” he admitted with a laugh.

“I would suggest retiring here, but I am certain your family would be less than thrilled if they caught us.”

Benedict hummed, stretching out to lay in her bed, above the covers. “Does Anna not come to wake you?”

“She does but —“

“And she has been very helpful with our sneaking about…”

“Benedict Bridgerton, you devil,” she teased, laying on her side beside him now. “What if she is not the one to wake us?”

“I suppose we will find out, hm?”

Her eyes darted to the bedroom door, then back to him. Then she smiled, offering the blanket to him. Benedict grinned in response, pulling the blanket around him before finally pulling her into his arms. Her heart beat against his chest, and her skin was hot against his. It was almost magical, how close they were. So close, with just their clothes keeping them apart.

Tonight, though, would be for sleeping. Nothing more as he pressed a kiss to her forehead gently.

“Sleep well, my love.”

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#benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x reader #Benedict Bridgerton #Bridgerton #Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

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fundiepredictions · 3 months

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Happy birthday

Finley Paine celebrates her 2nd birthday today.

She is the 5th child of Chad&Erin Paine (Bates). She has five siblings, Carson (8), Brooklyn (7), Everly (5), Holland (4) and William (0).

#fundie #birthday #finleypaine #paine #bates

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ashintheairlikesnow · 10 months

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Luke Petrus was having a really bad day.

- sara / @justplainwhump , because I love to hate the man

CW: BBU, handler being an asshole, referenced beating/noncon, derogatory language

(Micheal belongs to @card-games-and-pain)

Luke Petrus was having a really, really bad day. Bad week, if he was honest. And the goddamn culmination was in being called up like some dumbass kid to the principal's office.

Karen Renford didn't stand up when he entered, even though she had been the one to tell her receptionist to send him in. She barely looked at him, too busy sipping from a delicately shaped ceramic mug while dictating some sort of memo to her stupid fucking assistant, Micheal.

He didn't dare cross his arms, or sigh, or do anything to show Karen frustration. Any emotion she could pick at, in a bad mood herself the past few weeks since everything went wrong, would just be weakness. He'd worked for her way too long to give himself up like that. Now she was the CEO and held all of their lives in her hand.

No, all he did was stand, and look out the high windows that lined her new office, and wait. Like a good boy. Like a fucking pet.

The whole thing was bullshit to begin with.

All he did was put one of the dumber, more obstinate trainees he'd been working with in the clinic with a couple broken bones and not even that serious of a concussion.

A few years ago, WRU wouldn't have batted an eye beyond maybe a wag of the finger or a slap on the wrist. But ever since that bullshit press conference where one of Luke's own past trainees had run his whore mouth on global television and another - one of Everly's old jobs, apparently - had talked about abduction and the way the Acquisition team's secret work operated... Now it all had to be careful. Above-board or kept deep below ground.

Luke had been pissed about all of it.

Then he slept through his alarm and was late to work.

Then the trainee had mouthed off to him just a little too much. Now, here he stood.

One damn trainee in the clinic, one fucking maintenance pet beat to shit for trying to interfere and stop him, and here he stood.

Waiting for discipline.

Like he's one of them.

If he ever saw that little trainee again, the one that went to the governor, he'd break every goddamn bone in the little whore's body.

Karen finished her memo, and finally... finally... Turned to look at him. Her face was carefully expressionless.

But just behind her, Luke Petrus saw her assistant, in his perfectly tailored suit and soft leather collar, smile at him. Arrogant little shit.

Maybe he'll get the chance to bash Micheal's head in too one day.

Bad days didn't used to be this bad.

Now they only seem to get worse.

#whump #bbu #pet whump #box boy universe #box boy #sadistic whumper #handler pov #whumper pov #luke petrus is a piece of garbage

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auratusaria · 1 year

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For Everly (@deckofaces)!

Merry Christmas! I'm your secret santa hehe! :D

So the prompt was: I would like some hurt or sick to comfort (I’m a sucker for those tropes). Kinda want civilian x villain/hero or villain x villain :)

While thinking of what to write for it, I thought "why choose one pair when it can be both." So I found a way to have a little dual pairing with civilian x hero and villain x villain! Hope you like it! :D

A Warm Christmas

Though Hero has many secrets, one in particular was that they were Villain's older sibling. Not many people knows about, only their family and some very close friends. It wasn't that they were ashamed, in fact, they just wanted to protect them as Villain does the same thing.

Despite working for completely opposite sides, Hero and Villain has a closely knit bond. They love each other and as siblings are, would have a lot of friendly banter, though their jobs allowed for the excuse of getting a little bit rough and physical.

And that leads to their current situation.

Hero tightly wrapped themself in a thick blanket, sitting on the couch with a scowl on their face, sniffling every once in a while. Villain laid on the floor by the couch, wrapped in a blanket as well and whining so loudly.

"I HATE THIS! I HATE THIS SO MUCH! I'M IN PAIN! IN AGONY! I'M GOING TO DIE!"

Hero gave them a light kick and groaned, "Will you be quiet already?! My head is throbbing so badly and you're not helping! Stop being so dramatic!"

"SHUT UP!" Villain slapped their foot away, "Who's fault was it that I'm sick and miserable right now?!"

"You aren't the only one that's sick and miserable!" Hero argued back, kicking them again with a little bit more force this time, "Who's bright idea was it to pick a fight in the middle of winter! AND RUN OFF TO A FROZEN LAKE!"

"We could've just chased each other off of it! But nooooo! You crave for blood and fought me on it!"

"And you're making me crave for blood right now!"

"YOU'RE THE WORST OLDER SIBLING EVER!" Villain sat up to hit Hero.

"NO! YOU'RE THE WORST YOUNGER SIBLING!" Hero climbed down the couch and tackled Villain to the floor.

"Despite being sick, you two sure are full of energy." Civilian spoke from the doorway, she held a paper bag in one hand while the other holds a present.

"CIVILIAN!!! VILLAIN IS BULLYING ME!!!" Hero struggled to break free out of Villain's grasp, a small cough leaving their throat.

"DON'T COUGH IN FRONT OF MY FACE!"

"Was that my loveable rival shouting for help?" Other Villain poked his head through the doorway beside Civilian, his signature smile plastered on his face.

"OTHER VILLAIN! WAAAAHHHH! HELP ME!" Villain kicked Hero off of them, reaching their hands out towards Other Villain who let out a gasp and rushed towards them, placing the items he held beside the couch and wrapping Villain in his arms.

"Don't worry, Cupcake! I'm here! Your prince charming is here to save you!"

Hero groaned loudly, flinging a throw pillow at the pair who merely gasped and whined in tandem. Having those two together in one room is the worst thing ever and Hero was already miserable from their sickness.

Civilian giggled as she approached Hero, "Come on Hero, 'tis the season to be jolly!"

Hero pouted and reached an arm out towards her, "Not when I'm sick..."

"Aww, does my knight in shining armor want a little kiss to make everything feel better?"

Though their face was already hot from the fever, they felt it get warmer, tainting it with a light red as they averted their gaze. "Sure..." They quietly said.

Civilian gave them a soft kiss on their forehead and gently stroked their hair. "Merry Christmas."

Civilian and Other Villain busied themselves around Hero and Villain's house. Preparing the food and decorating the living room while the two sat in the couch and watch everything happen around them. There wasn't much to decorate though as they already did it before they got sick.

From time to time, Civilian would stop by Hero to give them a peck on the cheek, giving them hot cocoa, a few headpats, and even feeding them some cookies.

Villain would reach out and tug at Other Villain's shirt whenever he came close and Other Villain would always put down everything that he was holding and coddle Villain. Hugging them close to his chest, patting their head and back, peppering soft kisses on all over their face while whispering words of endearment.

It became a little routine for the two.

By the time they were finished preparing, a large pillow fort was set up in the center of the living room just close by the Christmas tree, several presents lining the bottom of it as colourful lights circled its leaves. The sound of music box versions of Christmas songs playing softly in the background.

Hero and Villain sat inside the fort with their partners, leaning onto their shoulders. Other Villain holding Villain close to him while Civilian has her arm around Hero's waist as she gently carded her fingers through their hair. The huge handmade blanket that Civilian and Other Villain worked on wraps around all four of them, though it isn't a good idea as surely the two would be bickering again soon but for the short amount of peace, it was quite worth it.

#hxvsecretsanta #writeblr #heroes and villains #my writing #snippet #secret santa #civilian x hero #villain x villain #this is long im sorry #brain in big writing mode still #it was fun writing it though!#long snippet

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Azriel x Reader | Early Morning Delights

type: fluff warnings: none word count: 1.8k

Thank you so much for the request❤️ @elsie-bells Could you maybe do one where they have a lot more kids but the kids are still little (but you can also keep it just their daughter ❤️) and all the kids come and lie with them in bed in the morning. Maybe a little fight starts between the kids about what they have for breakfast or something 😂. But overall just lots of fluff ❤️

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The soft cracking of the door was the only warning you got before it slammed open and against the wall. The cheering and hollering that came from your four children was the next sound you heard when sitting up in bed. Azriel removed his hand from around your waist and chuckled lowly, his eyes slowly adjusting to the early morning sunlight.

“Morning!” your eldest, Everly, expressed when she jumped onto the bed. Madisa and Izak were next, their grinning faces the only thing in your vision. Lastly was little Barrian, his tiny feet loudly padding over the floor. He didn’t manage to climb onto the bed, tugging on your hand to which you quickly reached down and pulled him up. Barrian immediately snuggled to your chest, you curling your arms around him.

Azriel and your three other children were already laughing loudly, breaking into a tickling fight, your children’s tiny wings frantically flapping behind their backs.

“Wake up, daddy. Wake up!” Madisa cheered and jumped up and down on the bed. You reached over, softly curling your hand around her ankle. “Madisa, calm down, my love. You will hurt yourself.” To that your second youngest let herself fall to the bed, robbed over to you and curled up to your side. “Morning, mummy,” she giggled and hide her face under your arm, embracing your arm and hugging you tightly. “Morning, my love.”

Izak was still jumping around Azriel, the shadowsinger always keeping a protective arm around him while his other hand was held by Everly. “Can we do….can we go play in the snow today?” Izak asked with his last jump that made him land directly on Azriel’s chest. Your mate released a loud huff but soon smiled and pulled his oldest boy to his chest. Izak snuggled up to him, to which Everly got slightly jealous as she thought she did not have enough space to cuddle with her dad. She shoved at Izak’s leg to which the young boy yelped loudly—he was as dramatic as his father.

“Don’t push him,” Azriel expressed, hating when his children fought. You rolled your head to the side, Barrian then peacefully asleep on your chest, Madisa still curled to your side, humming softly. You looked at Everly who still stood in bed, hands braced on her hips, lower lip pouted. “I did not push him!” she expressed. Her lip started to tremble, her brows creasing.

“You did,” Izak countered and then pouted as well. “And it hurt.”

“I did not!” Everly exclaimed again and you saw tears build up in her eyes. She was now at an age where jealousy started to play a big role. You loved all your kids the same way, but now that Everly was the only one, as she was the oldest, to attend kindergarten she thought that the others had more time with you and that you loved them more because they were not sent to kindergarten. It was bullshit, but you had no idea how to explain that to her. You sent her to kindergarten first and foremost all for her to find friends and make friends that were her age and not her siblings.

“I saw you push him as well,” Madisa mumbled behind your arm. You squeezed her, hoping it to convey the message that she should not say anything and not get involved.

What Madisa had said was the last straw to break the camel’s back. “I did not push him!” Everly shouted, tears bubbling out of her eyes.

With Izak still held against his chest Azriel sat up and in the next moment wrapped his other arm around his daughter. Everly fell against him, sobbing into his shoulder. Azriel glanced at you over his shoulder, his expression pained and full of regret. He hated that he had brought up that she had pushed him. He blamed himself which was wrong. Everly had pushed Izak’s leg and someone had to tell her. Yet still your eyes also watered when seeing your daughter cry—it always hurt you.

Azriel kissed the top of her head, arm curling tighter around her. “Don’t cry. See there is enough room to cuddle the both of you.”

Everly sniffed against her father’s shoulder and inhaled a shuddering sob. When you saw Azriel’s shoulder tremble lightly you brought the arm, that Madisa still held tightly onto, over to him and curled your fingers around Azriel’s wrist. You squeezed lightly, making your mate turn to you.

“You did nothing wrong. She will be fine,” you mouthed. Azriel closed his eyes for a moment and dipped his chin. Even after four children Azriel still had some doubts about him being a good father. You always convinced him that he was—well, technically you did not even have to do this. His children were proof enough. They loved their father so much, their faces lighting up every time they saw him. Azriel was a good father, the best, but whenever one of the cried he got doubts.

“But I really did not push him!”

Now it was Izak who got a bit upset and removed his face from his father's chest, pouting at his older sister. “But you did. You pushed me. Hurt me,” Izak expressed.

It was your time to intervene then. Cradling Barrian to your chest and hoisting Madisa onto your lap, so she could lean against you, you sat up as well. “Izak, maybe Everly pushed you on accident. Everly, please apologise to your brother. And Izak, she didn’t push you hard. It is all good and can be forgotten in an instant.”

Everly rolled her eyes but when you gave her a warning look she reluctantly brought out an apology which Izak accepted, opening his arms for his sister to hug him. She did, now both of them cuddling against their father’s chest. You also lay down again, smiling when you rested your head on Azriel’s shoulder, all four kids of yours on the verge of falling asleep again. It still was beyond you how fast children could make up and forget about a fight.

“My mate the peacemaker,” Azriel hummed and leaned his head to the side to kiss your forehead. You smiled and pecked his shoulder. Madisa turned in your arm, now flinging an arm over Azriel and Everly. Everly turned over and put her own arm around Madisa.

“Can we sleep her every night from now on?” Izak asked and lifted his head to gaze at you with sleepy eyes. When a loud yawn left his mouth he shut his eyes and lowered his head. “Every weekend of course,” Azriel mumbled, his own eyes falling shut again. But then he opened them. You were already looking at him when he smiled and parted his lips. “Not always, need you for myself some nights,” he mouthed and you had to giggle.

Barrian was woken by the rumble of your chest and peeked up at you, smiling lightly. “Yes, I want to sleep here every night,” he happily expressed which also woke the other children again. A whole hearted laugh that filled the whole room left Azriel at that and he looked over at you, a sheepish smile on his lips. “Guess we have to expand the bed then, huh?” he chuckled and smiling you bowed your head at him.

“Can we have chocolate spread today?” Everly asked out of the blue, but it drew all the other children’s attention to her. All of them lifted their heads, staring up at you two with big eyes and parted lips.

“Oh, yes! Please!” Madisa expressed and lifted herself so she could clap her hands.

“Please, it is Sunday. For all of us bread and chocolate spread with bananas on top!” Izak chimed in and sat up in bed before getting on his knees and bouncing up and down. Once again Azriel placed a protective arm around him to make sure he would not fall of the bed.

“Please, mummy, please," Madisa and Barrian begged which made you break into laughter. Gods, you truly had the best children in this world. You couldn’t contain your happiness, tears slowly building up in your eyes when you looked at them, at your mate, at the whole situation, lying here in bed with all of them, enjoying your Sunday morning. It was what you had always dreamt of, what you had always wanted. It also was what Azriel had always wanted—what he deserved.

“Of course. Of course you can. And we will, just as Izak has suggested, put bananas and some berries on top of it. What do you say?”

All of them cheered happily and it was then that one small tear rolled out of your eye and down your cheek. It was probably the best thing in this whole entire world, just being with your family, fully marveling into the moment.

“What would you say if daddy goes and prepares the breakfast for all of us while you stay in bed and we eat it here?” Azriel suggested and gave you a questioning look. He knew you didn’t like it that much when there were crumbs in bed, but that day you didn’t mind at all. You frantically nodded at him and blew him a kiss. “That would be amazing.”

“We can help you. Mummy should stay in bed and rest. We help you,” Everly suggested and crawled over her father to climb of the bed. “Yes!” Madisa and Izak expressed in unison and also Barrian made some cheery noises, hoisting himself up from your chest. Izak was already on the floor when Madisa helped Barrian of the bed and the three of them ran after their oldest sister, towards the door and out of the room.

“Gods, I am too old for how quick they are!” Azriel stated when he sat up. He leaned over you and kissed your forehead. “Try to sleep a little more. We will soon be back with breakfast. I love you, my wonderful mate and mother of our amazing children.” “They are the best, aren’t they?” you breathed and felt another tear roll over your cheek.

Azriel quickly pecked your lips. “The very best,” he said and pushed himself up to get out of bed. You could already hear the clattering of dishes and plates in the kitchen which made Azriel move slightly faster. “I love you, until in a few minutes. Bananas and blues berries for you, right?”

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