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reverie-starlight · 11 months

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For the MC returns fic you wrote, it's absolutely splendid. But I was wondering if I could ask for a part two with the dateables??

AHHH okayokay i'm so sorry this took so long, I have been so busy since school ended among other things, but here it is!!! and thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed part one <3

as always, gn!MC

disclaimer: I'm not that familiar writing the side characters' personalities, this is my first time writing for them, so please bear that in mind if you think they're a bit out of character. Also, I won't be doing a part three with the undateables (as much as I adore thirteen), bc I'm only on lesson 25 of the OG game :')

warnings: fluff!! slight reverse comfort in diavolo's bc if the game won't let him have a small breakdown, then I will, but it's like so minor. he cries a bit. poor baby deserves to let his emotions out a bit. his section got looonnnggg. slight making out in simeon's? nothing explicit, but definitely lots of kissing. blood mention in barbatos' but no gore or violence. he's just coming back from the dungeons bc I love him being just slightly unhinged. barbatos' is probably the most ooc because I had such a hard time trying to write his section, plus it got just a tad suggestive.

and once again, the details of MC's return are unspecified, just because I don't want to think too hard about it right now! did they complete the task and re-forge all 7 pacts again? did they just pop back into the present randomly? who knows? not me!

MC Returning to the Present: Dateables Edition

(aka MC goes back to the future... I missed out on that pun last time hehe)

After waking up in your room, where you rightfully belong in the present timeline, and getting through your teary reunion with the brothers, you were anxious to set out and find your lover.

You couldn't even text him to let him know you were back- with a shattered screen and an apparent dead battery, your D.D.D. had seen better days. The brothers offered to text the others to let them know of your return after they were done dog piling you, but you shook your head.

"I need to go see him now," you said, feeling guilty that you wanted to leave the warmth of their company so soon after finally having your chosen family back. You made a silent promise to them that you'd spend as much one-on-one time with them as they needed after this, but you were desperate to find him and they could tell. They could see on your face that you had been through a lot and just needed the comfort only a partner could provide.

So instead of fighting to keep you there with them a bit longer, they led you to the front hall and let you go find your beloved. You'd be back after all, you told them as much.

Solomon

As soon as you opened the door to run to Purgatory Hall, you walked right into a wall shaped like the sorcerer you were looking for.

"Solomon!" You gasped out, throwing your arms around him tightly.

"MC," he sighed in relief, cradling the back of your head with his hand, other arm around your waist, holding you just as tight. "I was so worried when you were nowhere to be found in the other timeline, I rushed here to see if you were back."

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, and blinked away a tear. "I made it, I don't really know what happened, it's all a blur, but I'm back now."

"You're back, you're okay..." he pulled back a bit to scan over your figure. "You are okay, yes? No injuries? No weird physical space-time abnormalities?"

You laughed a little breathlessly and shook your head. "No, I'm okay, my love."

He smiled fondly at you before glancing behind you, making you aware of your audience. The brothers were glaring daggers at your boyfriend, and you were sure that if Solomon wasn't, well... Solomon, any other human on the receiving end of those looks would perish.

"Guys, don't. He kept me safe when I was trapped back then. He took good care of me when I needed it, I swear."

You raised an eyebrow at them when they didn't immediately stand down, but they untensed after a second and just eyed him wearily.

Solomon smiled sheepishly. "Honestly, MC, you give me too much credit, but yes, I promise I kept them from getting into potentially catastrophically worse situations."

You returned his smile and squeezed his shoulder, tearing up again. "Don't be like that, you did far more for me than you realize..."

He knew you were referring to all the nights he held you in bed as you sobbed over the possibility of never getting back home, comforting you and acting as a distraction. If he weren't there, you honestly don't know what you would have done.

He sighed again, not wanting to get you too worked up right now. You looked like you were about to drop from exhaustion. His eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand.

"MC, why don't you let me cook for you tonight? A special treat in celebration of our return." The poor guy looked so hopeful that you almost gave in.

Before realizing that you wanted to live to see another day in the present.

"Oh, Solomon, that's very sweet, but you must be exhausted after everything as well! We can just go to Ristorante Six, or get take out..." the determined look in his eyes scared you and you glanced at the brothers for help.

"Nonsense, my love, you didn't let me cook for you once when we were living in Cocytus Hall, let me return the favour." Damn his persistence.

A few of the brothers snickered at that, probably picturing you frantically trying to keep your boyfriend out of the kitchen by any means necessary. It was then that they truly realized how many obstacles you had to overcome. You gave them another pleading look and finally Lucifer took pity on you.

"Actually, Solomon, it's Satan's turn to cook tonight, and we'd prefer to spend the evening with MC, so we insist that you join us for dinner. It'll give us a chance to go over some of the more... pressing details of what happened." His tone left no room for debate, so the sorcerer nodded.

"Oh... well alright, then, thank you for having me." He looked mildly disappointed but it didn't last long after you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

You let out a small sigh and silently thanked Lucifer as you walked further into the house again. You hooked an arm through Solomon's and went to sit with everyone else in the living room, finally feeling at ease for the first time in forever.

Diavolo

The second you were out of the house, you sprinted to the castle.

Normally you would be more courteous on the castle grounds, not wanting to piss off any of the nobles and have them think negatively of the Prince for choosing an ill-mannered human as a partner, but every rule of devildom etiquette left your mind as you ran through the halls.

You smiled at some passing servants as you slowed to catch your breath, wondering where he would be at this time of day. Finally you caught the eye of a servant you had gotten to know quite well during your visits and you visibly lit up as she greeted you.

"Hello, MC, it's lovely to see you again," she curtsied and you smiled kindly at her, insisting she didn't have to. She didn't seem shocked to see you, so you assumed everyone had tried to keep your disappearance a secret.

"Hello, it's lovely to see you, too... you wouldn't happen to know where the prince is, would you?"

She hummed and thought about it for a moment. "I believe I saw his personal butler bringing tea to his office not long ago... perhaps he's still there? He's been working in there far longer than he normally would, lately."

Your heart clenched at that, and you thanked her before running in the direction of his office.

You tried the knob, but it was locked, so you knocked frantically. It took a few moments, but finally it opened and there stood Diavolo. He had a welcome expression on his face, but you could immediately tell it wasn't genuine.

Until he realized it was you, that is.

All the pent up exhaustion you could see on his face melted away and he pulled you to him immediately. "You're back."

You closed the door with a gentle kick behind you as he dragged you further into the room. He lifted you up so that you were sitting on the edge of his desk, him in between your legs. His arms tightened around your waist before his hands trailed up to your shoulders, slid up your neck and finally rested on your cheeks. He rested his forehead against yours and let out a long, shaky, relieved sigh. Like the weight on his shoulders had just been lifted.

You let your own hands tangle in his hair and closed your eyes. "I'm back."

As you held him close, you started to feel him tremble slightly. You opened your eyes in panic, and your heart broke at the sight in front of you.

The future king of the devildom was doing his absolute best to hold back his tears, clinging to your shirt, his breathing unsteady. All because of you.

Your grip in his hair turned softer and you pressed your nose against his cheek, nuzzling into him. "It's okay, my love, I'm here. You don't have to hide from me, you can let it out," you whispered softly.

He listened to your words and immediately sank into your arms further, letting out a strangled sob. The tears that dropped from his face dampened your clothes but you didn't care at all. "Let it out, I'm here now."

You continued to soothe and shush him, all the while caressing his hair and kissing wherever you could reach. You knew Diavolo felt as though he had to remain strong all of the time, and honestly if you were in his position you'd probably feel the same. But since you started dating, you had been trying your best to let him know that he didn't have to be that way around you. He could let his walls down with you and never have to worry about being thought of as less.

A knock at the door made him tense up again and you looked at him in reassurance, silently letting him know you'd take care of it. He straightened up slightly, back still turned to the door, and nodded at you. "Come in," you called out.

You peeked over his shoulder and were pleasantly surprised (though you probably shouldn't have been) to see Barbatos standing there, composed as ever. When the butler saw your head sprouting from behind Diavolo's his eyes widened slightly before returning to normal.

"Hello, MC, welcome back."

You waved. "Hi Barbatos! I missed you."

He chuckled. "I must admit I missed you too. Young master, shall I prepare your room with fresh night clothes for MC as well? It's quite late."

You glanced at him and while he had dried his tears, his eyes were still rimmed with red and his nose was running. So he just nodded and said "Yes, thank you Barbatos. Could you possibly run us a bath, please?"

"Yes, my lord." He nodded at you once more with a knowing smile and closed the door behind him.

You looked back to your boyfriend and smiled. You gently kissed him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders again. "My love, I'm so happy to be back. I missed you more than anything."

He managed a smile and helped you down from his desk. "I was so worried about you, MC, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come back."

You squeezed his hand tightly as he lead you out of the office and down the hall that lead to his personal wing of the castle. "Well you don't have to think about that anymore."

He nodded and for the first time you've seen that night, and most likely in general since you've been gone, a genuine smile took over his face and his usual playfulness returned. "Will you spend the weekend here with me, MC?"

You nodded. "Of course, I was going to ask you if I could, anyway... oh! Diavolo..." you sheepishly looked at him and pulled out your D.D.D.. "Do you think we could get me a new one sometime this weekend?"

He laughed. "Of course, my dear. Is there anything else you need? Anything at all, just say the word."

"No," you started, opening the door to his room and flopping onto his bed. "Just you."

His smile turned soft and his eyes were filled with love. "That can surely be arranged."

Simeon

You knocked desperately on the front door of Purgatory Hall, hoping to see your boyfriend's face. All you wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms right about now.

Soon enough, you heard faint footsteps from behind the door and the sound of a lock unlatching. The door opened a crack and you looked down to see a certain blonde boy's wide eyes. Your own eyes widened in surprise, as you weren't expecting Luke to be up at this hour.

"MC?!" He exclaimed, opening the door wider and throwing himself at you for a hug.

You laughed a little and kneeled down to hug him properly. "Luke! I've missed you."

You both walked further into the entry hall and he refused to let go of you after the door closed. "We were so worried about you, MC! Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

You patted him on the head. "I'm okay, buddy, promise. I'm glad to be back in our time."

Another pair of footsteps was heard as you and Luke had your little reunion. Your heart raced in excitement, recognizing the pattern of the footfall.

"Luke? Who was at the-"

You smiled as his words cut off and he stared at you, frozen and clearly shocked by your arrival. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost. "Hi, Simeon."

Your voice brought him out of his trance.

He rushed to you and held you close. Everything about your boyfriend was gentle- his tone, his smile, his disposition... his touch normally was, too, but in this moment he held you tighter than he ever had before.

And you clung to him just as tight.

He pulled away after a minute, just taking you in- making sure you were real. His eyes turned glassy as he fought back tears. "MC... you're here. You're okay."

You nodded and felt your own eyes well up a little. "I'm okay, Simeon. I'm even better now that I'm here."

He took a shaky breath and composed himself, nodding once and turning to Luke, who was bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Simeon, let's bring them to the parlor. We have so much to catch up on. We could watch a movie- oh! We could do some late night baking..."

The two of you shared a longing look as he rambled on about all the things you could do that night. There was a silent understanding between the two of you that you wanted some alone time, so he gave you a sly smile before addressing the boy.

"I know you're not going to like what I have to say, Luke, but it's getting late."

The angel frowned immediately and crossed his arms. "But Simeon, I want to spend time with MC!"

"I know, but you were already about to go to bed before answering the door. It's best to stay on schedule so you don't ruin your sleep cycle."

"But how is this any different than when you let me stay up late during our sleepovers?"

"Well..." he had a point. "I'm sure that MC is tired right now from their trip back. Time travel must be very draining, you know."

You stifled a laugh as Simeon grasped at straws to get more alone time with you and decided to help him out when he shot you a pleading look.

"Luke, how about we wake up early tomorrow and make breakfast together? Simeon's right, I'm exhausted and I want to be wide awake when we hang out. Does that sound okay? I'll spend the night and you can wake me up as soon as you wake up."

This seemed to satisfy him and he nodded, before hugging you one last time and running up to his room with a quick "Goodnight!"

You both waited for the sound of his door closing before his lips were on yours. You sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. It was soft and needy and longing. Exactly what the two of you needed. Your hands tugged at his hair and his hands roamed from your waist to your hips. His touch was back to being gentle.

You stayed like that for a bit, one hand trailing down to play with the hair on the nape of his neck.

When he pulled away after a while, a little breathless, he tugged you to his bedroom and let you rummage around through the drawer of your clothes he let you have for whenever you stayed the night.

When you were both changed and laying under his covers, cuddled up as close as possible, he kissed your temple. "I missed you so much, MC..." he whispered. "I was terrified that you would be harmed."

You turned on your side to face him properly. "I'm okay, Simeon. I just missed you a lot. You were there, you know... and you were almost the same. It was so hard for me to hold back from acting how I normally would with you..." you traced a finger along the bridge of his nose and then over his cheekbones. "I had to remember that it wasn't a version of you that knows me like you do. You were so close but so far."

He caressed your cheek with his knuckles and gazed at you with a loving smile. "Well I'm here, and it's me. I'm all yours, MC. You're okay."

If he was being honest, he felt like he could breathe again. Being away from you, knowing where- when- you were and not being able to help in any way was torture. Having you back safe and sound was the biggest blessing he could ever receive.

You leaned up to kiss him again and then rested your forehead against the crook of his neck. "I love you, Simeon."

"I love you too, MC. I'm so glad you're back."

Barbatos

Once you entered the castle, you immediately asked around to find out if anyone had seen him. The first few servants had no clue, but welcomed you back to the castle with a smile. It wasn't until the fifth servant you had run into that you got an idea of where he might be.

"I believe I saw him heading down to the dungeon about an hour ago. He's been spending a lot of time there lately- when he's not tending to the prince, of course. If you wait there, he should be about done with his... ah... appointment," he said.

"Thank you!" And then you were dashing to the top of the stairs leading to the dungeon. Just as you were about to descend the staircase, a familiar figure was ascending.

You both froze and stared at each other for a good few seconds, taking in the fact that he was in his demon form, covered in blood and carrying a bag. This certainly wasn't the reunion either of you were expecting.

However that didn't matter, because as you were too excited to finally have him back, you jumped into his arms, not caring about any blood on your already trashed clothes.

"Barbatos, I've missed you so much," you sighed in the crook of his neck.

He finally seemed to register was was happening and dropped the bag, wrapping his arms around you. His tail curled around your leg as well, a seemingly unconscious act. "MC... I've missed you, too." He said, slightly breathless. It wasn't often that anyone could catch him off guard, so you smiled slightly at your achievement.

Once he regained his composure, he immediately pulled back and looked you over for any injuries he could attend to. "Are you alright, my dear? Are you hurt? When did you get back?"

You cupped his cheeks and smiled up at him. "I'm alright. I got back about an hour ago, I just woke up in my room. I wanted to see you right away after I got done with the brothers," you said, and then ran a thumb under his eye.

"I'm happy you're back." He said, bringing up the hand with the less soiled glove to rest over your own. "I feel much more at ease now that you're here."

He'd never tell you how much of an understatement that was. He felt like everything was right again. His heart had been pounding in his chest ever since you made eye contact. He'd never tell you, but he was sure that you knew.

You smiled at him teasingly. "Have you been taking your nerves out on the prisoners? Is that why you're covered in blood?"

He chuckled. "It might be. Would that be so wrong? It's an effective way to relieve stress."

You snorted as he uncoiled his tail from your leg and brought your hands down to swing in between you both as you walked. "That's fair... Barbatos, would it be too much to ask if I could stay with you tonight?"

He squeezed your hand slightly. "Not at all, I was going to insist upon it. I still have things I must tend to tonight, but I need to clean myself off first. And while I'm at it, I will get you some new clothes. Then you should see the young master to let him know you're back."

You nodded at him and clung to his arm. One thing that hadn't changed from back then was how to the point and blunt he was. It was admirable, really. He smiled a bit as you walked, feeling perfectly content for the first time in a while.

Once you were both cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothing, you headed to Diavolo's office. You weren't nearly as nervous to see him as you were your boyfriend, but nerves still bubbled in your stomach. He was a close friend, after all.

Barbatos knocked and entered, signaling for you to wait a moment. You could hear muffled speech from the other side of the door before it opened again and he ushered you in.

Diavolo's eyes lit up. "MC, welcome back! You must be so glad to be home safe. I hope you're able to rest well tonight. We'll call a meeting tomorrow with everyone so you and Solomon can explain everything in detail. For now I expect you to take it easy for tonight."

You grinned at him. "Thank you, Diavolo. I'm happy to be back." You looked at Barbatos briefly to address him in a softer tone. "Should I wait in your room or the parlor?"

He was about to respond before Diavolo cut in. "Oh, Barbatos, you're dismissed for tonight. I'm just about done here, anyway."

The butler's eyes widened. "My lord?"

"You deserve to spend this time with them, take the night off."

"...Are you sure, my lord?"

He nodded and then looked at you pointedly. It was clear he was conveying along the lines of 'get him out of here, I can't convince him on my own'.

You smiled and bowed your head at him in thanks and gently tugged your boyfriend out of the office. "Come on, my love."

Once you were back in the hallway, he looked at you. "Are you hungry? I could bake for you, it's not too late yet."

You nodded. "That would be great, thank you..." you kissed him on the cheek as you walked, laughing slightly at his still-stunned expression.

Clearly he wasn't expecting much free time tonight, but with one glance at you, he knew exactly how he wanted to spend it. "When we're done in the kitchen, I think we should turn in for the night a bit early..." he leaned in close and brushed his lips against your cheek. "Does that sound alright with you, my love?"

You shuddered and nodded, looking up at him with an expression that matched his own. "That sounds perfect."

He was so happy to have you back.

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I'm so happy to have this done!! it was genuinely so much fun to write... I'm sorry for Barb's section being so... short? and ooc? I had the hardest time figuring out how I wanted to portray him and I think I'm going to have to keep working on it cause I'm not 100% happy with it, but we'll see!

I also dug up some unrealized feelings I have for Diavolo with this fic, cause now I'm like totally head over heels for him.

all in all though, I hope you enjoyed!!

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon

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thelov3lybookworm · 4 months

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Winter Without You

Summary: Its been fifty years since he left. Being happy no longer feels right, and winter no longer feels like winter without him.

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A/n: As a gift to all my babies, your lil santa got a lil busy eatin cookies, so here is a late solstice present 😉

(Also to make up for the awful Rhysie in remember me)

(this is mostly Y/n missing and wallowing in sadness because she misses rhysand, the end is reunion)

(i also know this is kind of a break up song, but the lyrics fit 🤷🏻‍♀️)

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Every year right around this time People putting up trees and lights And I been thinking that this don't feel right 'Cause I'm without you

Everywhere Y/n looked, she found people smiling, with and without reason.

And she could not blame them, for it was the season to be happy.

The coming of solstice had everyone excited, making the air and aura lighter and brighter, filling it with loving laughter and chatter.

Y/n almost hated herself for tainting it with the darkness and sadness she had been carrying around lately.

Almost.

Only because there was no place in her heart for any emotion that was not longing for her husband.

'Cause I'm without you If I could make a list, you'd be the first in it If I could make a wish, you'd show in a minute Only if it was that way But there's some things that I can't change

There had been a new tradition going around Velaris.

Parents had begun telling their children about how the mother would grant their wishes and give them all they wished for if they stayed good all year, in hopes to get them to behave, and Y/n could not help but wish it were true.

Wished that the mother really did grant wishes on solstice, if only it meant Y/n could pray for her husband to be returned to her.

Wished that all she had to do was make a list of things she wanted, the first- and only- thing she wanted being Rhysand, and when she woke up in the morning, she'd find that he had returned.

Y/n sighed, continuing to walk towards the town house after a quick run to the market for some ingredients the wraith twins had asked for.

So now This ain't winter without you No more joy, no laughter Wish that I could turn it back around When I'm falling down

Winter had been Y/n's favourite season. Because colder weather meant drinking hot chocolate prepared by her husband.

It meant snuggling up to his warm body, grinning shyly up at him.

It meant watching him laugh whole heartedly, receiving a kiss on the forehead before he went back to his work, now with her stuck to him like a new limb.

It meant being forced to stand still while he wrapped her up in warm coats and scarves whenever they went out, grumbling about the extra layers and receiving a kiss to quiet her down.

It meant extra time in the bed in the morning with her husband because they both were too lazy to get up.

It meant being stuck to him or following him around like a lost duckling because she was just that desperate for warmth and fire never satiated her needs quite like her husband did.

But that was all before he had left.

Now fifty years had passed, and still it never got easier.

Winter just was not the same without him, and it made her wonder how she had ever lived without him before they met.

So how How am I supposed to go without you? Days gone cold so won't you Say that you'll be home for christmas

She yearned for him.

To simply hear his voice again, to stare into those beautiful eyes, she was ready to bargain away her life.

She no longer cared whether she lived or died, and she would have taken her own life a long time ago if it meant she would not have to bear this pain.

Despite trying to end things multiple times, Y/n could never take that final step, because the last thing she wanted to see before she died was not the ceiling or the wall of her bedroom.

It was those violet eyes she wanted to die to.

She did not want the feeling of the cold hard ground or hanging suspended in the air to be the last thing she felt before that sweet reprieve claimed her.

It was the feeling of strong, warm and loving arms wrapped around her body.

She wished he would at least open his mind to her, so she could at the very least ask him if he was eating well. Sleeping well. Drinking enough water.

Y/n wanted to ask him if he was okay.

Wanted to tell him he was strong, that he was stronger than anyone she had ever known, and to never give up.

Alas, all she could do was want and wish.

All she had done in the past half century.

And if I could turn back the time You'd be in my arms again But there's some things that I can't change

Y/n sometimes cursed the mother for not granting her the power to turn back time, for not making any instrument to fast forward in time, just so she could at least have one glimpse of her lover, her husband, and know that he was alright.

She wished she'd been born with the gift to turn back time so she could have him in her arms again.

Hell, she even perused the books in the library of the house of wind in search of any way to turn back time, didn't matter if it was allowed or not. Even if it went against all laws of nature, if it would curse her soul forever to go against the decision of the Mother.

Mother's happiness and blessing be damned, Y/n just wanted to hold and be held by her husband again.

Even if she'd burn in hell for it.

Heavy snow pouring out my window I pray to stars and the angels No, no more lonely nights

Y/n sat next to the huge window in the darkened room, arms wrapped around her knees as she watched the snow dance in the air before landing softly onto the already blanketed layer on the ground.

She swallowed down the knot in her throat.

Back before Rhys had left and then been unable to return, he would take Y/n out to play.

Just the way him and his brothers would have snowball fights, he would play with Y/n in the snow, as if the two of them were again kids.

Rhys knew all about Y/n's upbringing, and it had never been glitter and sparkles. So whatever chance he got, he tried to get her to experience everything she had missed out on.

This was one of those things.

Now Y/n sat alone, the sounds of her family celebrating in the background, and she prayed again.

Prayed to the stars, the moon, the night sky, the mother, the angels, the devils and forgotten mortal gods.

Prayed to anyone willing to listen, to return her husband.

She had lost all hope, but still, there was nothing else she could do but sit and pray for his health and safety and hope.

Pray to them so there were no more lonely nights she had to go through.

Hope that he would be by her side again.

So I keep wishing and hoping You'd walk through the door Hold me 'cause I know We'll fight through the cold

She had stopped celebrating solstice or any other event that she had loved before, because what was the point in celebrating life when the one who kept you alive was probably dying off somewhere?

Y/n sucked in a ragged breath, clenching her eyes shut, feeling the fat tears roll down her cheek.

The sound of footsteps echoed outside the door, and her eyes flashed open, and she stared at the door, wishing, hoping, it was him.

Hoping he walked in through the door, gave her his signature charming smile, and then held her as they both fought to get back to their normal lives.

She would give anything for that piece of imagination to become reality.

Y/n sighed and turned back to the window as the footsteps faded away, likely a family member going to bed.

Now tell me how How am I supposed to go without you? Days gone cold so won't you Say that you'll be home for Christmas

Staring at the stars that he probably could not see, she screamed.

After everyone had gone to bed, Y/n had snuck out of the town house and made her way to the tallest peak in Velaris, and then finally, she let loose.

It had become a tradition, a habit, where every solstice night, Y/n would sneak out of home and come to this exact mountain, and scream up at the stars.

Why her? Why him?

She screamed and screamed, asking the mother, and him- not that he could hear- how she was supposed to live without him.

How she was supposed to be happy without him.

And then, after hours of screaming and cursing at the twinkling starry sky, she would collapse, staring up while laying on her back, whispering, pleading, begging, for some sign that he would return.

That he would be home, at the very least, for the next solstice.

So how How am I supposed to go without you? Days gone cold so won't you Say that you'll be home for Christmas

Exhausted, she would fall asleep, only waking once the soft rays of the sun caressed her skin gently, telling her it was time to start the miserable routine she had fallen into all over again.

She would drag herself back home, suppressing the urge to throw herself into the Sidra, and wait for the next solstice to come around so she could again scream and cry at the injustice of it all.

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The wards felt different today, Y/n could feel it.

They felt stronger, more lively, though they seemed ready to fall.

What was going on, Y/n could not tell, but as she made her way through the winding passages of the moonstone palace, her heart beat louder and faster, and a sense of longing gripped Y/n's body in a vise-like grip.

Her strolling footsteps hurried, and Y/n was running by the time she reached one of the sitting rooms, the door ajar.

Panting, chest heaving, she took that final step, and her world came to a stop.

She smelled him before she heard him, heard him before she saw him, and saw him before she understood fully who she was staring at.

Rhysand.

Her husband.

The male she was in love with, one she had not seen in fifty long years, one she yearned to get a glimpse of each second of every day spent she spent without.

He stood there, his skin pale as he hugged his cousin, crying, whispering, over and over again, where is she?

Where is my wife?

It took only a moment for the siblings to notice the new presence in the room, but to Y/n, it was another fifty years.

Though this wait she did not mind, for what did a moment compare to eighteen thousand, two hundred sixty-two days?

She simply stared at the embracing siblings, a traitorous tear slipping out of her eye the longer she stared.

And then finally, he lifted his eyes, and glossy violet met hers, widening, more tears slipping out as he pulled away from his cousin, his lips parting on an exhale.

Mor turned to look at Y/n, tear tracks staining her own cheeks, and grinned.

Y/n paid no attention to her though, her eyes tracking her husband's body, marking the amount of weight and muscle he had lost, the loss of colour of his skin, the dimmed shine in his once sparkling eyes.

Y/n swallowed. "Mor? Do you mind giving us a moment?"

"But-"

"Please, Mor." Y/n's voice broke, and she cursed herself for it.

Mor nodded, hastily making her way out of the room.

Y/n reached behind herself to grasp the door, shutting it softly, not taking her eyes off of him once.

She had let him out of her sight once, and as punishment, had been able to see him for fifty years. She would not look away again, not while this felt like a cruel dream the mother was showing Y/n, only to take it all away for her to realise she was dreaming.

"Rhysand." She whispered, taking a step foward.

"Y/n." His voice broke on the name, and he swallowed, tears beginning anew.

When she was close enough, she reached her hand out, running her fingers along his cheek, afraid anything other than the ghost of a touch would make him vanish.

His eyes were pleading, filled with silver, and Y/n wanted to do nothing more than throw herself onto him and never let go.

But she couldn't do that.

She first wanted t make sure this was not some mirage, and that he really was here, unhurt and safe, back with her where he belonged.

Slowly, she cupped his cheek, trying her best to stop any tears from flowing.

When she was sure that this was a miracle, not a mirage, Y/n stepped closer, searching his eyes, his face.

She gently grasped his chin, turning his head this way and that, running her hands along his shoulder and arms, searching for something she hoped was not there.

He laughed, the sound a balm to her frayed nerves.

"You've lost weight." Y/n phrased it like a question.

He smiled softly, sadly. "So have you."

She shook her head. "Are you okay?"

His smile widened, and he leaned forward slightly. "Will get there."

Y/n nodded, and then finally, she extended her arms, snaking them gently around his neck, pressing every inch of her body against his, and buried her face in his neck.

His arms wrapped around her back and waist, and instantly, tension bled from both their bodies. She tightened her hold on him, and he returned it tenfold.

Y/n didn't care he was crushing her, all she knew was she was home, finally.

He was back home.

"I missed you, husband."

"I missed you more, my love."

She pulled back her face to search his nearly empty eyes, and gave him the first smile she had smile in the past fifty years. He rested her forehead against hers, his lips tilted up in contentment.

"Welcome home, my love. Welcome home Rhysand."

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f1letters · 1 year

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bejeweled | ln4

"and I miss you, but I miss sparkling"

summary: after a triple-header where they couldn't see each other, things got even stranger when her boyfriend seemed totally uninterested in spending time with her. so, she took matters into her own hands

warning: a little bit of angst, but fluff ending, mentions of a long-distance relationship, Lando being an uninterested boyfriend, reader feeling ignored and worthless, reader being petty, mentions of alcohol, swearing, reader trying to make Lando jealous, mentions of McLaren's bad 2022 season and Danny leaving the team (crying 😭), not proofread

pairing: lando norris x reader

word count: 2.7k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

masterlist

Baby love, I think I've been a little too kind

Didn't notice you walkin' all over my peace of mind

In the shoes I gave you as a present

Puttin' someone first only works when you're in their top five

And by the way, I'm goin' out tonight

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.'

Y/N couldn't keep count of the number of times she had heard this phrase being said during the past two years.

She prayed that people were right. That distance would make their relationship stronger, their time together more special, their appreciation for each other bigger.

She hoped her heart would mend every time he came back home but in all honesty, she just felt... lonely.

From: babe

only a few more days and the torture is over, can't wait to kiss you again gorgeous, miss you 🧡

Y/N read Lando's text over and over again, daydreaming about their reunion after so long apart, as the driver had three races in a row at Spa, Zandvoort and Monza.

It didn't matter how many times Lando called or texted. How many times he expressed how much he missed her. How many times he said how excited he was to see her again.

In the end, it was exhausting spending her days simply waiting for him to be there.

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer

And when I meet the band

They ask, "Do you have a man?"

I could still say, "I don't remember"

Suddenly, the jingling of keys on the other side of the door caught her attention. Y/N turned towards the entrance where she saw the image of her boyfriend appear through the darkness of the night that filled the apartment.

Quickly getting back on her feet, the girl rushed to him, hugging the boy desperate to return to her arms. His body relaxed as soon as it made contact with hers and Lando let him pull her as close to him as possible.

"Fuck," Lando whispered against his girlfriend's forehead, whose tears of relief now streamed freely down her cheeks. "I can't believe I'm finally back home."

"God, I swear it was the worst weeks ever." The girl confessed, although it was common to be apart for a long time since her work did not allow her to follow him most of the time. "I've missed you so much, Lan. So much."

Grabbing her gently by the sides of her neck, the driver looked straight into her bright, tired eyes. "Me too, baby. But now we have two weeks to ourselves."

For a moment everything fell into place. But it was only a matter of time before it all came crashing down again.

Familiarity breeds contempt

Don't put me in the basement

When I want the penthouse of your heart

Diamonds in my eyes

I polish up real, I polish up real nice

After spending the night lying next to the boy she loved, Y/N couldn't control all the excitement she felt inside her chest.

Very early in the morning, the young woman got out of bed, leaving the sleeping man behind, and headed to the kitchen where she went all out to celebrate his first morning back in Monaco.

With the utmost care and love, she cooked just about everything: scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, you name it. And as soon as everything was ready, Y/N returned to the room and jumped on top of the British man, now awake on his phone.

"Good morning, sunshine!" The girl said, as she hugged his hips and laid her head on his stomach. "I made the best breakfast ever just for you, baby. So you better be hungry."

Her laughter was quickly interrupted by the boy's surprising coolness towards her. "Good morning, but I think I'll pass. I still feel super tired from the flight, so I'm going to stay in bed a little longer." Lando set his phone back on the bedside table and, running a hand over the top of her head as an act of apology, continued. "I hope you don't mind, love. It's just for today."

It's just for today, he said.

The next day, still under the wave of happiness, Y/N tried her luck again and decided to approach her boyfriend again to make plans, now that he was already feeling more energetic and recharged.

Lando spent the morning jumping around the house, so when Y/N saw him walk back into the room, she dropped to her knees in her seat, turned around and leaned on the back of the couch.

"Lan, what if we went out to dinner at that Thai place we went to last month?" She asked, her head turning slightly as she remembered their meal. "I swear I'm still thinking about that Pad Thai."

Lando continued his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge to get some water. "Hmm, maybe another time. Don't feel like going out."

And with only a few words, he disappeared again into another room of the house.

On day 3, the girl was caught off guard when she saw her boyfriend with a backpack on his back and his hand on the doorknob.

"Hey, where are you going?" She questioned, curious.

"Just going to the gym with Carlos." He replied, eyes on the phone in his other hand.

"I thought you were tired." She blurted out. At that moment, the persistent girl decided to be direct and confront him. "Is there something wrong? You've been so distant lately."

She had barely seen him even though the two of them shared the same house. It was getting embarrassing how much she tried to engage in conversation with him, only to get rejected every single time.

The driver just spat out a string of words, including 'busy with business' and 'training', but nothing soothed the uneasiness she felt in the pit of her stomach.

Baby boy, I think I've been too good of a girl

Did all the extra credit, then got graded on a curve

I think it's time to teach some lessons

I made you my world, have you heard?

I can reclaim the land

And I miss you

But I miss sparklin'

It just didn't make any sense.

What happened to the 'week to ourselves? To all the 'I miss you' and 'I can't wait to see you' he said?

It got to the point where she was even starting to question every time he told her he loved her.

A week passed, and in a last attempt, Y/N walked up to her boyfriend and placed her hands on his shoulders, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

"How about we watch a movie, cuddled a bit on the couch…?" She suggested, whispering close to his ear.

Lando placed a hand over one of his girlfriend's hands, looking back to meet her gaze. "Sorry babe, but I'm going to stream with the guys now. Maybe later."

Maybe another time. Maybe later.

She had been a little too kind and she was done playing nice.

It was time to teach him some lessons.

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer

And when I meet the band

They ask, "Do you have a man?"

I could still say, "I don't remember"

Y/N entered her room and confidently walked to her closet. She knew exactly the garment she was looking for and as soon as she laid eyes on her shiny bejeweled dress, she picked it up.

Leaving the clothes she wore behind on the floor, she changed into the stunning dress and sat in front of her mirror, curling her hair and doing her makeup.

Her eyes ended up dark and smoky, perfectly adorning the determined and vengeful look on her face.

Grabbing her small Prada bag, Y/N walked to the room where Lando was already streaming, catching the driver's attention.

"Hey, I'm already live." He warned her, as he turned to see his girlfriend. Laying his eyes on his girlfriend all dressed up, a nervous shiver ran down his spine. "Where are you going looking all polished up?"

"Don't wait for me for dinner," She answered coldly, even though she knew the people in the comments were going to have a field day with this. "And by the way, I'm going out tonight."

Familiarity breeds contempt

Don't put me in the basement

When I want the penthouse of your heart

Diamonds in my eyes

I polish up real, I polish up real nice

As soon as she walked into the room, she made the whole place stop with the shimmer of her dress under the spotlight.

If Lando wasn't going to give her the love and attention she deserved, she sure as hell was going to give it to herself.

Y/N was finally done with letting her worth be determined by a man, even if he was supposed to be the love of her life.

Sapphire tears on my face

Sadness became my whole sky

But some guy said my aura's moonstone

Just 'cause he was high

Walking towards the bar, the young woman couldn't help noticing the eyes that fell on the fascinating and beautiful image that she was.

At that moment, although she missed him and the good times of their relationship, she was reminded of how much she missed sparkling.

Y/N ordered two tequila shots and drank them without missing a second. She now felt prepared to start the night, leaving her problems behind.

Dancing as she made her way to the middle of the floor, the girl began to sway her hips to the music, between the hot bodies glued together in the room.

Tonight was all about her.

And we're dancin' all night

And you can try to change my mind

But you might have to wait in line

What's a girl gonna do?

A diamond's gotta shine

Back home, Lando couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension and anxiety that gripped him.

As much as he tried to keep his good spirits and attention on his friends, his followers and the game, his mind was elsewhere: her.

His eyes roamed the chat as he interacted with some of his fans until one of them made his heart stop beating for a second.

teamlandofewtrell: have you guys seen Y/N photos clubbing? I smell trouble in paradise lol

The man cleared his throat, trying to maintain his posture. "Guys, I have to go now, but I'll see you very soon!"

Without further explanation, Lando grabbed his coat and the keys to his McLaren and headed towards her.

And as soon as he entered the club, he immediately found her.

The furious boy walked over to her, grabbed her arm and pulled her to a more sheltered corner, only to find her surprised and upset eyes.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" He shouted over the music, unconcerned by prying ears. "First you make me look like an idiot on stream, then I find out you're alone in a club doing who knows what. Are you all right in the head, Y/N?!"

"You're worried now, are you?" The girl laughed sarcastically. "That's fucking rich."

"You have to be fucking kidding me. It has to be." Lando ran his restless hands through his hair nervously. "All because I didn't want to see a movie with you today? That's it?"

"Today, of course. The problem is from today." She continued her ironic tone. "You know what, Lando? It's about time you realized that just because I made you my world doesn't mean I can't claim the land."

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer

And when I meet the band

They ask, "Do you have a man?"

I could still say, "I don't remember"

Lando was shocked by her confrontational words, as it was a side she rarely showed.

"Stop this nonsense, Y/N." Lando snapped, gripping her arm with some force. "Let's go home now, and tomorrow we'll talk when you come to your senses."

Out of nowhere, a man approached the couple. "Hey, is everything okay here? Do you need some help, babe?" He asked her.

Y/N recognized him as the vocalist of the band that was performing when she first arrived at the scene.

"It's okay, thanks." She replied, freeing her arm from her boyfriend's hold and letting her burning eyes lay on Lando's face. "This man was about to leave."

"If you need to come with me, feel free to join, gorgeous." The singer said, looking her up and down. "Do you have a man? 'Cause if you don't, I sure could be yours for tonight."

Even though she was uninterested in the man's suggestive proposition, she couldn't pass up an opportunity to entice the driver. "I don't remember."

"She has a fucking man, now get the fuck off." Lando spoke out aggressively, having no patience left for her foolishness.

Familiarity breeds contempt

Don't put me in the basement

When I want the penthouse of your heart

Diamonds in my eyes

I polish up real, I polish up real nice

"You have the nerve to show up here playing the role of the victim when all you did this whole week was ignore me," Y/N yelled, losing her mind. "Day after day, I made a fool of myself and tried to approach you, to make plans with you, to do the things I know you like to see if you would change your shitty attitude but nothing."

"From the second you arrived, the only thing I got from you was a cold shoulder and indifference. And honestly, I'm fed up, fed up with your behaviour when all I did was wait for you, all alone and miserable, while you fulfilled your dreams."

Lando remained glued to the ground, unable to move as he tried to assimilate all the angry words she spat in his direction.

"So if you have anything else to say to try and ruin my night, you might have to wait in line because I don't have the time to do so right now."

And we're dancin' all night

And you can try to change my mind

But you might have to wait in line

What's a girl gonna do? What's a girl gonna do?

I polish up nice

Eyes to the floor in embarrassment, the driver gently grabbed her hand. "You're right, I'm so sorry, love."

"What?" She blurted out, not believing the sudden change in him.

"You're right, I've been an absolute prick to you lately," The boy looked into her eyes, his gaze filled with regret and sorrow. "Those last three weeks weren't just bad because I was away from you. It was bad news after bad news and I just ended up taking it out on you unfairly."

"Lan, you know you can talk to me about anything." She softened and stroked his hand. "What's wrong?"

"Everything, honestly." He sighed, saddened. "The car is shit most of the time, I can't seem to get out of 7th place ever, Danny is leaving the team next season and, as if it couldn't get any worse, I spent all weekend getting asked about it like I had some power over the matter."

Y/N knew her partner was feeling especially down over losing yet again another teammate he really cared about, so Lando's anguish came as no surprise.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, really." Lando apologized again. "You didn't deserve all of this."

"Baby, I'm here for you. Always. Through thick and thin." Y/N brought her lips to his, letting her hands grip his curly hair as she leaned into his kiss. "Let's have some fun, dance a little, and make up for lost time, what do you think?"

"Lead the way, gorgeous." Lando kissed her again before she led him to the centre of the floor.

Gathered in their bubble of love again, Y/N, who once shone like a jewel, now shone like a true diamond with the light of her life reflecting on her side.

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 1 year

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Fic: Thank You For Waiting For Me

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My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader/you (cishet woman)

Warnings: generic non-graphic piv sex, Sweetness and Fluff, mention of disagreement, FRANKIE IS CONSENT KING

Summary: Frankie always thanks you for waiting for him when he returns from deployment.

Words: 910

A/N: For @missredherring for expressing an interest.

The first time Frankie said it, you got mad.

"Thank you for waiting for me." The whisper, delivered into your ear as he embraced you tightly, was heavy with relief and a sorrow that you didn't understand.

"Of course I did, why wouldn't I?"

"I'd never expect you to."

What was supposed to be a happy reunion turned into an argument when you questioned his statement. Did he think so little of you and your commitment to him? Did he not see himself as worthy of your love? Were you wasting your love on someone worthless? Was your love worthless?

The fight wasn't a long one, the physical need for each other after months apart drove you to make up very quickly, and in your favorite way: with you on your back, Frankie pinning you down and sweating for fucking his cum deep inside you. After, you talked about it, and he managed to somehow explain what he meant and why.

"I've seen so many wives and girlfriends leave." His chest rose in a deep sigh, and you passed your hand over it, as if you could touch his breath. "Even the most solid of marriages dissolve because of what we do for a living. And I've lost girlfriends because of it, too."

You didn't know what to say to that. It still felt like he didn't believe enough in your devotion to him to think that you'd stay.

"I just don't want you to wake up one day and regret all the time you spent waiting for me. Or staying because you feel obliged to."

The words cut messily into your heart, like a dull blade through a loaf of bread with a crisp crust. But instead of hurting, your body was flooded by a sense of assurance.

"I will wait because you make it worthwhile," you told him with all the confidence you could muster, to let him know that you were certain of what you were saying.

"You are the one who makes the effort. You may be away from home for months at a time, but you make up for it when you're home." You place a soft little kiss on his lips. "You are present when you're with me. So attentive, so loving." Another gentle kiss lands on his lips. "And that requires a lot more work than me sitting here alone does."

"It's not hard, not with you," he shrugged shyly. You nodded, a smile growing on your lips.

"Exactly. It's not hard, not with you. Frankie, I wouldn't wait for anyone but you."

He was happy with that. But he never stopped saying it. Even now, a couple of years later, when you open the front door just as Frankie is digging in his pockets for the key, and instead releases his bag on the ground to hold you as tightly as he can in the doorway. Even now does he say it.

"Thank you for waiting for me."

The words are whispered with a different kind of security than before. Now he knows you'll wait, but he still thanks you for it, because that's just who Frankie is.

"Thank you for coming back to me," you reply in an equal whisper, and only then does he brush his lips over yours in the first hint of a kiss. You back into the house and close the door, and that's when he kisses you properly. He pours all the kisses he couldn't give you over the past few months into this one. And you kiss him back with equal amounts of longing and lacking, relishing the first prickles of his mustache that he stopped shaving as soon as he was back stateside. As you stumble into the bedroom, he makes only one pit stop before pulling your sweater over your head.

"May I?"

"If you don't, I'm sending you back out there."

Francisco Morales, king of consent. Even when you're practically ripping his shirt open, he will stop to make sure you want it.

The first time always borders on desperate. Frankie wants to slow it down but gets carried away by your hurry. You always want him a little too soon, need him to push his way into your core with a stinging forcefulness that assures you that he is indeed back, he is here, cradling your cheek as you whimper from the stiff intrusion.

"I'm hurting you." The alarm in his voice is prominent. You shake your head vigorously.

"You're loving me."

You pull him down on top of you and move your pelvis, make him fit inside you as you kiss him, your tongues dancing together as your walls become slick, allowing his cock to slide more freely.

He takes you fast, and you allow him to let go with no thought of your own climax. He'll see to you later, right now you simply relish how he wants you, claims you, loves you, fucks you - if it goes too fast, so fast that you don't get to cum, that's okay. You whisper your I love yous into his ear when he's about to cum, and that is his undoing: he spills with a sobbed moan, his lips on yours without kissing, just exchanging warm breaths.

Waiting for him is not a duty, or a chore, or a burden. It is what it is, and you do it because it's him, it's Frankie, and he makes it worth it.

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icey--stars · 5 months

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Heyo, I saw your requests were open and I had an idea for Azris that has been killing me! So we all know that Azzie is severely traumatized by fire in his childhood and is probably deadky afraid of it. Enter Eris, his fire wielding mate. I was thinking of a fic where maybe the two of them are arguing about something or maybe Eris is upset and Azriel is pushing him to open up. And Eris loses control and lashes out with his power, burning Azriel with his fire. The angst would be horrific but sooo good. Becuz of Beron, I think Eris would hate himself cuz he thinks he's become like his father and Azriel has to convince him that they're alright

I completely understand if it's too dark or messed up (I'm sorry I love angst) Have a great day/ night regardless. I love your writing!!

We're Okay

Azriel x Eris (Azris) word count: 2.2k

anon, you have come to the RIGHT PERSON for this one. first off, love the angst. angst is the BEST especially if its hurt/comfort like what you had in mind. (when it's finished, you might find my fic "non est vivere sed valere est" interesting to read if you enjoy this kind of stuff!)

anyway, I loved the idea and I really hope you enjoy :)

(also please note that this idea is FAR from being "too dark or messed up" because I've written way worse, I promise.)

WARNINGS: Panic attacks, lots of self-blame, mentions/references to domestic abuse (from both characters), burns and mentions of injuries (past and present)

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“Come on,” Azriel says, his fingers going up to rub his eyes in frustration. “Tell me. You know you can trust me.”

Eris shakes his head, curling his knees even tighter to his chest and shrinking down and wiggling just another inch away from his mate. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t. And why couldn’t Azriel just understand that? Eris was fine. Or would be. But with tears still staining his eyes, Azriel just couldn’t let it go.

“I’m fine,” he says, his breath hiccupping right after. “Just leave it, Az.”

Azriel sighs, his wings relaxing just a little bit behind where he kneeled in front of Eris.

“Eris,” he begins sternly. “You’re crying. And you just came from a family reunion. Would it be so bad to say that you’re lying?”

Eris glares at his mate through his tears. “Let it go,” he says, voice broken and nothing like the strong, unwavering tone he had been trying to get out. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” Azriel insists. “Please love, just tell me. Let me in.” Those hazel eyes shined with so much care and worry that Eris felt like throwing up.

“Leave it,” Eris growls, turning his head away in a futile attempt to hide the tears continuing to leak from his eyes.

He was just being a bit… off today. He’d gone to a family reunion with his brothers, Jax, Hue, and Kuhn in the Day Court with Helion, Lucien, and his mother. Nothing had gone wrong, per se, but emotionally, it’d taken a lot out of him. Helion kept calling him son and Lucien seemed happy and Jax even smiled a little bit-

It was just so tiring. Eris sometimes wished that he could be that happy, but in his mind, he doesn’t think he ever could. With burn scars littering his body from Beron, he wasn’t worth it. Everyone already thought of him like his father and even if a few people didn’t, it wasn’t enough.

He suddenly feels a hand come to rest on his shoulder and Eris panics, throwing out his fire in a desperate attempt to get away. He sucks all the fire from the firelights as well, going to need it to defend himself in this vulnerable state-

He recognizes the pained noise that escapes the person’s mouth and feels a sharp, burning pain down the bond that they share.

Eris opens his eyes and sees Azriel groaning, holding his hand close to his body, moving away from him.

Eris’s heart drops.

“Azriel,” he says breathlessly and immediately moves forward to try and see his mistake.

“No,” Azriel says, backing up even further, his wings curling in closer to him as if in a shield. The shadows that have been relaxing in the darker corners of the rooms come rushing back to his mate as soon as Eris relights the firelights “Don’t-” Azriel begins but then groans, his head going up. There was obvious pain on his face.

Eris spots Azriel’s injured hand and feels like winnowing to the darkest cave in existence and staying there forever. He deserves it.

Azriel’s skin was red and blistering already, especially around the old scars on his hand.

Azriel pulls it away from his chest to examine it. The palm was bright red and blistering around the old scars. There were a few white spots as well and Azriel’s face was tight with pain.

“No,” Eris breathes, more tears coming to his eyes at the sight. “Please no.”

“Eris,” Azriel says, his voice a bit rougher. “It’s alright-”

Eris glances up at his mate and then back down to the burns he caused.

No, he begs. Please no. He wasn’t supposed to burn Azriel. He could never burn Azriel. He’d been slowly working to help him alleviate his fear of fire from that one fateful night when he was eight years old and now he’d just ruined it. All of it.

Azriel could never trust him again. He shouldn’t. Eris was just like his father. Too short-tempered, emotionally unavailable, and cruel that he hurts his loved ones. He never deserved a mate to begin with, but he tried to trust Azriel. Obviously, that could never happen now.

Eris watches in horror as Azriel pokes at one of the blisters a little, hissing some.

Then Azriel looks back up at Eris, tears in both their eyes now, and says, “Eris, take a deep breath. It’s okay.”

“I burned you,” Eris says, horrified. “I-”

“Eris,” Azriel says sharply. “It’s okay. Deep breath for me.”

“I burned you,” Eris repeats, standing up suddenly to try and back away. Where could he go? He needed to leave. Azriel wanted him gone. He’d go see the healers and then he’d realize it was all Eris’s fault that he was hurt-

“Eris,” Azriel snaps. “Look at me, love.”

Eris regrets it, but he obeys the order and looks down at his mate and love.

“Good,” Azriel praises, standing up as well. “You’re okay. Everything’s alright.”

“No- no it's not,” Eris chokes out, backing away right to the wall from Azriel. He could never touch him again. He didn’t deserve it. He deserved nothing. He’d hurt the one goddamn person he was never supposed to hurt.

Azriel walks forward, opening his arms. “Do you want a hug?”

“No,” Eris chokes out, turning away. “I don’t deserve it. I hurt you. I should go. I need to get out-”

Azriel cuts him off sharply, “No, you’re not leaving and you do deserve it, Eris. I know you hurt me, but it’s okay because I know you didn’t mean to.”

“But your half-brothers-”

“I know what they did. They did it intentionally. You thought you were in danger and retaliated accordingly. That’s okay. You don’t get to take all the blame for this. I should’ve asked if it was okay to touch you.”

“It’s not your fault,” Eris gets out, his arms crossed over his chest. He probably looked a complete mess right now. He’d already been crying before but now he’d hurt his mate. He could never forgive himself for that.

“My love,” Azriel coos. “It’s not entirely your fault either.”

“But your hand,” Eris chokes out. “It’ll scar even more.”

Azriel scoffs. “Eris, I don’t care if it scars. It’s already scarred. And because of you, I don’t hate my hands so much anymore. And I certainly will never hate you for this. Can you take a deep breath for me?”

Eris sucks in a swift breath and turns his head away when it comes out in a whoosh. “I’m just like Beron,” Eris chokes out. “I hurt you, Azriel.”

Azriel stares at him like he could see into his soul and then sighs. “Eris, you could never be like your father. Never.”

“But I-”

“It was an accident, Eris. Accidents happen. I know you love me. I know you didn’t mean to.”

“How?” Eris chokes out. “How do you know that?”

“Because you’re reacting like this,” Azriel whispers, daring another step forward. “If you were like your father, you’d probably be laughing evilly right now. But you’re not. You’re so goddamn worried that I hate you that you can’t breathe right now.”

“You should hate me,” Eris whispers, closing his eyes tightly and shifting his weight back and forth onto either foot. “You should hate me like that day I left Mor in the woods.”

“Eris, I could never hate you,” Azriel says sternly. “I love you too much for that to ever happen.”

Eris presses his lips together in an attempt to keep from sobbing. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

Azriel’s face softens even more. “It’s okay, my love. I promise.”

Eris nods and looks at Azriel’s injured hand again. “We should get you to the healers,” Eris mutters.

“Do you want a hug first?” Azriel asks, his arms open wide still.

Eris contemplates it for a moment before walking into the embrace, burying his face in Azriel’s neck.

“There you go,” Azriel whispers and wraps his arms around him. “It’s okay, love.”

Eris’s eyes leak more tears at that. “I’m sorry,” he says again.

“I forgive you,” Azriel whispers back. “I love you. I’m sorry for pushing you so hard.”

“It’s okay,” Eris whispers. “I was being dramatic.”

Azriel chuckles a little. “I’m sure the family reunion caused a lot of stress for you. Next time, I’ll try to let it go. I was just worried for you.”

“I know,” Eris whispers, his arms relaxing a little down to his sides so he can wrap them around Azriel’s lower back.

After a long moment of silence, Eris asks, “Are you sure you still trust me after that? I burned you. I hurt you.”

“Baby,” Azriel coos, kissing his forehead before pulling back enough to meet his eyes. “I forgive you. It was an accident.”

“Are you okay?” Eris asks. “I know I probably flashed the lights a little-”

“I’m just fine. I was a bit startled and scared for a moment, but I knew you were just the same. It’s okay.”

Eris nods. “Let’s get you to the healers,” He says, gently grabbing the wrist of the hand he knows he injured. “It still might be perfectly fine.”

“Alright,” Azriel gets out after a hiss of pain. Eris still feels like shit, but he just had to make sure Azriel would be okay now.

Eris grabs his other hand and winnows them directly into the healer’s wing of the Forest House.

One of the female healers startles, but puts a hand over her chest and sighs. “High Lord, how may I help you?” She asks kindly.

Azriel takes a step forward and simply shows her his blistering, burnt hand. She winces at the sight. “Alright, come over here.”

They both follow and the healer directs Azriel to sit on the bed while she gathers supplies.

Eris decides to sit beside him, leaning into his side a little. Azriel turns to kiss his head again. “It’s okay, love,” Azriel whispers. Eris tries to hold back the tears. He knew he looked like shit, but hopefully the healer wouldn’t say anything.

She comes back holding a wad of bandages and a bucket of water. “Please put your hand in the bucket, Lord Azriel. It’s just cold water.”

Azriel obeys, hissing softly. Eris tenses, wanting to be able to take away Azriel’s pain.

“Can I ask how this injury occurred?” The healer asks. “So I know the best healing method.”

Eris winces and opens his mouth to explain his shame, but Azriel beats him to it. “There was just a minor accident when we were in our room, is all.”

“Right,” the healer muses. “Was it an open flame or was it… hot skin?”

“Flame,” Eris answers.

Azriel nods in agreement.

“Alright,” the healer says. “Once the burn stops hurting in the cold water, I’ll bring it out and clean it thoroughly before healing the top layer of the skin. But I’m going to wrap it with some antibiotic cream as well, just to be safe while the parts under the skin heal as well. It’s a pretty simple second-degree burn procedure.”

“Okay,” Azriel says. “Just leave me with some bandages to change it.”

“Do you know how to-” The healer pauses and then clears her throat. “Apologies, of course.” Her eyes were on Azriel’s other hand of burn scars. “Change it daily or whenever it gets wet for a week and then I want to check it again just to be sure.”

Eris hears the word week and winces again. Azriel was going to be in pain for that long?

Azriel grabs Eris’s hand with his uninjured one and squeezes gently to reassure him. “Sounds good.”

“Right. Let your burn sit in the cold water for a while and call me over when it stops hurting or stinging.”

Azriel dips his head slightly and leans into Eris’s side as soon as the healer walks away. “It’s alright, Eris. I doubt it’ll take that long. These,” Azriel squeezes Eris’s hand for example, “Took three weeks and they were bloody. These are puny in comparison.”

“I’d rather you’d have never been burned,” Eris mutters, leaning his head against Azriel’s shoulder.

“I know,” Azriel says. “But what I’m saying is that Illyrians do heal fast.”

Eris nods.

Azriel hums and then shifts his shoulder, forcing Eris up off of it to meet his eyes. “Look at me, baby,” Azriel says gently.

Eris obeys, holding back tears still.

“We’re okay,” Azriel says. “Everything’s alright. Accidents happen, yeah? This is just one of those. I would never think of you any differently because of it. In fact, because of the work we’ve been doing to decrease my fears of fire, I didn’t freak out. Did you notice that? You made me stronger, Eris.”

Eris swallows and then nods.

“I love you,” Azriel continues. “I’ll never stop either. It’s like you’ve grabbed me by my throat and won’t let me go, but I don’t want to leave either.”

Eris chuckles. “I could always actually grab you by your throat.”

“Later, baby. Later.”

And with that, Eris relaxes into Azriel’s side, content to wait with him and help him however he can by changing bandages or by kissing the burns better when they ache. Whatever his mate so desires. He knows that Azriel has said he forgives him and he doesn’t have to make up anything, but Eris can’t help from doting on his mate a little. Both as an assurance that Azriel loves him and that they’re alright.

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alynnl · 5 months

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I have one more Great Ace Attorney AU that I actually came up with as I was actively playing through case 2-3 (Return of the Great Departed Soul.)

My notes aren't quite polished enough to share the long version, but I have a few key ideas I can share.

It all started with a question. "What would happen if Albert Harebrayne got kidnapped and held for ransom?"

And Barok van Zieks gets the ransom note

Only the demands aren't for money, but instead for Van Zieks to get a guilty verdict in an upcoming trial

Kazuma has gone off on "personal business" so he's not Van Zieks's co-counsel this time around

Ryunosuke and Susato are the opposing counsel, of course

The trial is a murder trial because in Ace Attorney, it's always murder

In this case, it's the murder of someone who'd been recently reported missing

The defendant is a young Italian stage magician who was just making his debut (who I really want to come up with a pun name for)

Herlock Sholmes is there. He's been investigating a string of missing persons cases in the background

Stage magic + missing persons cases = a great idea for a title. Adventure of the Great Vanishing Act

After a very stressful first day of trial and additional investigation, Ryunosuke and Susato approach Van Zieks because they know he's not himself

It takes some effort on Ryunosuke's part, but Van Zieks comes clean about the ransom note, and how he doesn't want to lose one of his friends the day he was supposed to get him out of England to save him from the Reaper's Curse

Sholmes arrives and he's heard everything. And he reassures everyone that he can rescue Albert, since he's close to cracking the missing persons case

There's a major moment (reminiscent of Farewell my Turnabout) where Ryunosuke, Susato and Van Zieks agree to prolong the trial as long as they can to give Sholmes enough time to get Albert out of danger

I'm floating the idea of Iris being Sholmes's investigation partner during that part of the story because you can't have a Dance of Deduction solo

Albert takes matters into his own hands and sets off a small explosion (on purpose this time) just to let people know where he is (when in doubt, blow something up!)

This explosion tips Sholmes off to his location, and after a brief reunion, the Great Detective whisks Professor Harebrayne away to the Old Bailey

Ryunosuke and Van Zieks have given it their all in the courtroom. Van Zieks has no doubt that the young magician is not guilty. Sholmes hasn't arrived yet, but there is no other way to stall the trial. He knows he couldn't live with himself, nor would Albert forgive him if he sent a perfectly innocent young man to the gallows

"The Prosecution... Rests."

Ryunosuke can't come up with anything else either. "The Defense... Rests."

Mere minutes before a verdict is called, there is a last minute "Hold it!"

Sholmes arrives, with Albert in tow. "Forgive my tardiness, ladies and gentlemen! I had a very important promise to keep!"

The Judge asks why they're even here, since the trial seems to have reached its logical conclusion

Sholmes goes on to suggest that the proceedings can't end here, since it's possible that the true culprit behind the murder and the vanished Londoners might be sitting in the gallery.

Ryunosuke suggests that both Albert Harebrayne and Herlock Sholmes testify, since they are both important witnesses. "We have a survivor and... The Great Detective who discovered one of the culprit's hideouts!"

Van Zieks agrees to let them testify. He looks at Albert in particular when he mentions he fully supports the idea.

Their testimony and evidence (including the ransom note sent to Van Zieks) point out the actual mastermind

The culprit is desperate (and perhaps foolish) enough to try and attack the witnesses. Sholmes gets Albert behind him, and quickly has the suspect on the ground with a single blow.

The bailiff takes him away, much to the relief of everyone present.

When there's once again order in the court, the Judge finally calls a verdict of Not Guilty for the young magician, who can hardly believe what just happened in his trial

I'm still working on the post-trial scenes. (As much as the other scenes.) But I have a few details worked out.

The young magician will go back to Italy, both to escape the Reaper's Curse and reconcile with his family

Van Zieks doesn't directly thank Ryunosuke and the others but he recognizes their abilities. And he knows when they're in the courtroom, the truth will be brought to light

Albert apologizes profusely to everyone, feeling like he's just caused them all a great deal of trouble once again

Ryunosuke gets the feeling of de ja vu as he gives Professor Harebrayne the reassurance that none of this was his fault at all

Van Zieks can tell how tired Albert is and offers to take him home. "You need food and rest. You've been through a lot, Albert."

Ryunosuke is completely taken aback on how gentle Van Zieks sounds. He accidentally says this out loud and receives an icy glare in return

Barok and Albert share supper together at the professor's home. They also share a conversation.

Barok isn't proud of the way he first responded to the ransom note

Albert tells him "I might have acted the same way, if I was in your shoes."

In the very end, it's seen as the best thing for Albert to leave Britain after all (in this AU he was trying to stay to prove a point.)

Barok quietly agrees. Then he humbly asks Albert to write to him once he's reached Germany, and mentions that he will keep in touch.

At Baker St, Ryunosuke, Susato, Iris and Sholmes are having their own supper. Sholmes excitedly explains how he found a notebook with details about the other missing Londoners in the same building he found Albert Harebrayne. Since then, the rest of the citizens have been returned home

Ryunosuke couldn't believe how tough (and how personal) today's trial became, but he knows as long as he has the others to help him, he can overcome any challenges in the courtroom

Everyone at Baker St. shares a toast with Iris's tea, to victory and unbreakable bonds

#Lynn's writing #The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles #TGAAC #DGS #Adventure of the Great Vanishing Act #TGAA fan case #bullet points version #Barok van Zieks #Albert Harebrayne #Herlock Sholmes #Ryunosuke Naruhodo #Benbaro #Harebaro #Farewell my Turnabout inspired

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broomsticks · 1 year

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women of the house of black rec list: gifts for me edition!

apparently i have a brand or smth

a rec list for @womenofthehouseofblack fest 🖤

double drabbles

💛 Narcissa/Minerva: yule never guess (how much you mean to me) [chapter 4: soft] by @nanneramma & nocturn 💛 Narcissa/Lily Evans Potter: Like Steam by nocturn ❤️‍🔥 Bellatrix/Andromeda: the simple lack of her by @fantasyborn ❤️‍🔥 Bellatrix/Tonks: Masks & Morsels by @vdoshu

misc (poetry and art)

💚 Bellatrix/Charity Burbage: [ART] I am not the same as them. by @digthewriter 💛 Narcissa-centric: A flower amongst stars by @bluesundaycake

longer reads

💛 Andromeda/Lily: don't wake the stars by @girl-with-goats 🧡 Andromeda-centric: The Waves by @nanneramma ❤️‍🔥 Bellatrix/Andromeda: Absinthe (and a candy apple) by spellingqueenbee ❤️‍🔥 Bellatrix/Rodolphus: Sweet, Glorious Madness by The_Shift ❤️‍🔥 Walburga/Orion: Hate, lead the way! by @black-sparroww ❤️‍🔥 Tonks/Sirius: Throwing Rocks by @black-sparroww

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double drabbles

💛 Narcissa/Minerva: yule never guess (how much you mean to me) [chapter 4: soft] by @nanneramma & nocturn

what a wonderfully written yuletide reunion! the build, the atmosphere, the tension! masters of microfic formats at work here.

💛 Narcissa/Lily Evans Potter: Like Steam by nocturn

mmmm STEAMMMYY. hogwarts era secret relationship perfection.

❤️‍🔥 Bellatrix/Andromeda: the simple lack of her by @fantasyborn. She’s dressed for the occasion: ball gown and mask obscuring her features. She blends in. No one knows she’s here. She just – she needs to see Bella.

the desperation, the tension, the hurt! also, i'm still not over how perfect this title is. <3

❤️‍🔥 Bellatrix/Tonks: Masks & Morsels by @vdoshu

“I’ve caught you again, my little morsel”: oh no i’m in danger dot gif. i requested regency au and wow did these two fics deliver!!

misc formats (poetry and art)

💚 Bellatrix/Charity Burbage: [ART] I am not the same as them. by @digthewriter

Charity/Bellatrix - who is at mercy of whom? -- OMG THIS PAIRING!

💛 Narcissa-centric: A flower amongst stars by @bluesundaycake

Narcissa comes to terms with being different -- beautiful imagery and lovely feelings-realization!

longer reads

💛 Andromeda/Lily: don't wake the stars by @girl-with-goats || 3k, T

a first wizarding war-ish battle of hogwarts au! i love all the little moments we get to see between the two of them, both in the present day and in flashbacks, and the there was only one bed setup was SO good.

🧡 Andromeda-centric: The Waves by @nanneramma || 3k, M

Go walk into your dawn, you snotrags, tell 'em we never cared Go tell 'em how we fucked you up and, oh my God, it's so unfair We were the winter nights so you could be the morning snow Your life begins by leaving and our love is shown in the letting go

i’ve said forever that the amazing devil’s Chords is the Bad ParentTM apologia fic i want to see exist if i thought for a second it wouldn't kill me to write, so, forever grateful to nan for writing this. tedromeda, druella & andromeda, andromeda & tonks... canon compliant from pre-marauders era to post-DH, what an incredible character study.

❤️‍🔥 Bellatrix/Andromeda: Absinthe (and a candy apple) by spellingqueenbee || 6k, E

December 1970. One of them is getting ready for war. One of them is preparing to leave her family behind. Neither of them knows that this is their last Christmas holiday together.

impeccable characterization, incredible prose! creepy and monstrous and terrifying and beautiful!

❤️‍🔥 Bellatrix/Rodolphus: Sweet, Glorious Madness by The_Shift || 2k, E

femdom bella 😈 this fic is primarily rodolphus/rabastan but there’s enough bellatrix here that i feel comfortable — compelled! — to rec it. love her in this so much!

❤️‍🔥 Walburga/Orion: Hate, lead the way! by @black-sparroww || 5k, E

firstly: some of the most amazing walburga art i’ve ever seen??? secondly: so much depth to the background relationships: kreacher and walburga, sirius and walburga, blood purity, gender roles... such a good story for such an complicated character.

❤️‍🔥 Tonks/Sirius: Throwing Rocks by @black-sparroww || 10k, E

Tonks has never been one to idly stand by and watch good people suffer in solitude. She pays Sirius an unexpected visit on her day off with the plan to make his time at Grimmauld Place a little easier.

trapped-in-grimmauld-place sirius is understandably broody, but this fic somehow manages to make it fun and so hot! tonks is an absolute delight, love their rapport, love me some german speaking blacks, and this extended smut scene is so good.

#hp fics #hp fanart #hp femslash #blackcest #harry potter fanfiction #house of black #bellatrix black lestrange #andromeda black tonks #narcissa black malfoy #nymphadora tonks #walburga black #fic rec list #my fic recs #black sisters #most noble ancient and dysfunctional house of black

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opportunityarose · 1 year

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What's Going to Happen to Daniel?

I recently started watching iwtv and binged it within a day. Adored it. One of my favorite characters was definitely insane old bisexual man Daniel, and I have a few theories on what might happen to him in the next season(s?). So here are some theories from someone who never read the books and who learned everything from the wiki:

Death via sickness

We know he's aged and we know he's Very Sick and will die soon, which is why he agreed to re-doing the interview, as one last thing to do before he passed. IWTV deals heavily with themes of mortality, time, and aging -- and the lack of this in vampires. Daniel is already shown as the narrative foil for all the other immortals in the show, older and wiser then he was in the original book, and thus disenchanted with the idea of living forever and somewhat at peace with the concept of his death.

Perhaps after he publishes the interview, and maybe after a reunion with his estranged children, he passes semi-peacefully from his illness, able to pass on from life with satisfaction. Something Louis will never be able to do. A bitter reminder.

BUT that's boring. And sad. And I like Daniel too much to think about that. SO

2. He gets Turned

It feels very obvious, but I'm more interested in HOW he gets turned. In the books, Armand was obsessed with Daniel, which will probably appear in flashbacks in s2 or just happen in present time.

In the books, Daniel keeps begging Armand to turn him into a vampire, which Armand persistently refuses, and most of their relationship is built on the fact that Daniel wants something from Armand (the gift of vampirism) and Armand desperately wants to not be lonely. Eventually, as Daniel ages, he gets sick from alchohol abuse and Armand agrees to turn him. After he does, Daniel flees. They eventually get back together after a while, but yeah.

The interesting thing is that in the show, Daniel is, as previously stated, disenchanted with immortality and even turns down Louis' offer to turn him. So even after he and Armand become weird masochistic lovers, this Daniel won't want to become a vampire. From what I know about Armand, however, he doesn't seem to particularly care about what other people want. Daniel may reach a point in his sickness where he's visibly extremely unwell and at the brink of death, and Armand forcibly turns him.

Afterwards there's prob going to be a whole Lot of Relationship Problems and Louis will be Very Smug after everything Daniel said about his relationship with Lestat.

So the second theory is:

Armand gets obsessed with Daniel > they fuck > Armand turns him into a vampire without his consent > grief

3. He dies via Vampire

Lestat gets pissed about the interview and just. Kills Daniel. That's it.

#im very worried about my boy #obsessed with the strange old man #iwtv #interview with the vampire #the vampire chronicles #daniel molloy #armand #armand the vampire #lestat #louis iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #lestat x louis #daniel x armand #og post #iwtv amc #analysis #theory

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babymagi · 1 year

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Magi Headcanons, I miss doing these

-So as you all know, I headcanon Muu with wild, curly hair. But part of that headcanon included than when he was younger even though him and Myron weren't enslaved they still faced discrimination and were made fun of for having textured hair, which resulted in Muu desperately trying to do whatever he could to straighten it, until Scheherazade came into his life and said that she thought his natural hair was beautiful, and that he should take care of it rather than attempting to make it 'normal' and damage it in the process. So then Muu learned how to properly care for his hair, also learning how to do different protective hairstyles. He did Myron's butterfly locs as a test and she's never changed it since.

-Talking about hair again, I think Alibaba has really thick hair, not necessarily long nor does it grow very fast, it's just dummy thick and takes up like half of his head mass.

-Hakuryuu and Hakuei have moles on other parts of their bodies as well. Specifically Hakuei has one on her left ring finger, the side of her right breast, behind her ear, and a few on her back. Hakuryuu has one on his lower back right above his ass, a few on his upper back, two on his inner left thigh, and one above his right eyebrow (small + hidden by bangs).

-Talking about moles again, I think Judar has a mole like directly under his lip but it's tiny so you'd have to be very close to see it, basically the mole Xiao Zhan has.

-Titus bruises really easily and also doesn't tan, just jumps straight from being really pale to being burnt.

-Sinbad wears too much jewelry to be stealthy. Any time Ja'far or one of the generals loses him all they have to do is stop and listening for the tinking noise of all of his metal vessels clanging together and they know where he is.

-Even though I'm 98% sure Ja'far's Persian I think he might have albinism which makes his skin super pale and hair white from a young age, but since people with albinism can't really have green eyes I would like you all to consider Ja'far with either red or purple eyes.

-Kougyoku and Judar can hold whole conversations with just their facial expressions and it freaks Hakuryuu out so much.

-Sphintus accidentally brought weed brownies to a Magnostadt class reunion potluck thing and EVERYONE got high as balls and he was never invited back to another one of those.

-Several attempts have been made to shave off Kouen's goatee in his sleep but it somehow magically grows back the next morning with him having no clue how it happened or that they even shaved it off in the first place. It's immortal.

-Spartos sleeps rolled up in his blanket like a burrito.

-Pisti collects squishmallows and over half of her room space is taken up by it.

-Alibaba once ended an argument with Hakuryuu by saying 'Maybe there was something good about you killing me because I came back with a bigger dick so fUCK YOU!'

-When Aladdin was first presenting as genderfluid Kougyoku took Morgiana, Hakuei, and Aladdin on a fem day out to a spa for a 'Girls Night' and it was super affirming for Aladdin and made her feel really pretty.

-Toto has pretty thick and dark body hair and just fully embraces it, doesn't shave and does not give a single shit if people judge her, she's rocking with the peach fuzz.

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Hello i just love your works! Your so good!!!!

I just want ask you about when you feel Ginny and Harry got back together after war? Did she accept him immediately because she must have been very hurt after the break up and her Fred's death (not Harry's blame of course, but our boy must be blaming himself very hard). So what do you think was the rough timeline of them getting back especially because may 10 was the day they had first kiss.

Also are u planning on writing any hinny fics Or after war hinny fics? I loved beast so much and I desperately reading it very much. I have read orchards at least 5 times and I cannot admit how beautiful it was.

So sorry my english is not very good I indeed try to improve:) i am reading more english books so that i become good at it. but I love reading your works it makes me so happy that you time from your difficult PHD work to put out such good fic. I like to thank you so much and I love you and your works. I hope you like the fandom and are enjoying it. My friends who read your fics also love you so much. ❤❤❤🌈🌈🌈

❤️ most important thing first - thank you SO so so much anon (also your english is great!) honestly my phd work is an endless headache, so writing fic is like a breath of fresh air after a long hard day banging my head against an (intellectual) brick wall. so then if other people actually want to read the fic then that's just absolutely excellent, absolutely the cherry on top of the cake!

i am going to put out something, probably a oneshot, about that post-war summer at some point (there's a teeny discussion of the very loose shape i have in mind for that fic, a project called rubble - talked about it a teeny bit here, but it's very early days on its exact shape and contours). so i'll hold off on saying toooo much on exactly how I think the H/G reunion/getting back together would go if that's ok!

that said... i think there are lots of different ways to be together, you know? it's a theme that i want to play with in beasts - the different ways that 'being together' can look like. honestly i'm not sure they're the kind of couple who are ever like 'are we now boyfriend and girlfriend again' 'are we back together' 'are we exclusive' - i think there's something deeper and more profound to their relationship than that (though that doesn't necessarily make it easier). i think harry and ginny would physically want to be around each other right away, by instinct or like muscle-memory. sort of like, when harry first sees gin in DH vibes, when he just wants to hug her and hold onto her. when he's most lost he reaches for her, and i think that would be a mutual thing in the immediate aftermath of the battle, and in the first few days and weeks afterwards. but those two also have a lot to talk about and wrangle with, huge gaps in experiences in the year of the war, lots of silences and secrets and half-truths that were present in their relationship in hbp. i think it's less that ginny would be mad about the breakup than they would both have a hard time figuring out how to bridge the gaps in experience and knowledge about all that's gone down. that bridging would take real, hard, talking work, like a muscle you have to work and train and develop. you're so right that ginny and her family's grief would also make that harder. i guess that's the kind of the beasts question again for me - less 'how do they get back together' than 'how do they start to put themselves back together', with their relationship being instrumentalised in that process, if that makes sense. i think, with harry and ginny, the interesting question for writing to explore can be 'how do they get back together' (and i will read every fic i can get my hands on that explore that q), but i don't think it's the only question, if that makes sense.

ok answer too long but i hope this is helpful, thank you again!

(also other anons extremely touched and overwhelmed by the state of my inbox atm - if you've sent an ask and i haven't replied yet will try to get to it this weekend but if i don't manage to reply then forgive me and i am still very very happy and grateful you got in touch!) ❤️

#hinny #writing #headcanons #beasts #ask #thank u forever anon #meta

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aurora-313 · 4 months

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⭐⭐⭐⭐!!!

Or, send in a ⭐star⭐ to have the author select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!

Thanks for the ask~!

Lets play this as one scene per star.

⭐ #1 - Black and Blue - Chapter 29

I would have to say Ukitake and Kaien's physical reunion is one of the scenes I was most looking forward to (across all my projects tbh).

I have @yakittydraws to thank for how that scene played out because I was at a genuine loss about how to proceed at the time. Figured it out with a spitball session with them. Lovely conversationalist.

See, its one thing for Ukitake to intellectually know that Kaien was alive. They'd spoke on the phone after all. Exchanged a bit of banter and seemingly slipped back into old habits easily. However its quite another to actually see the man in the flesh. Thus emotions are on full display.

On Kaien's side, he's eager yet nervous and hesistant because of how much he's changed. He's half-hollow now, and the last time he saw his Captain, he was dying impaled on Rukia's sword after Ukitake failed to decapitate him. Unpleasant memories for everyone involved to be sure.

On Ukitake's side, he's eager but also racked by disbelief, sorrow, and regret, followed by relief and joy mixed with clear paternal affection and determination because 'my errant lieutenant and protégé and son is alive and well and I'm bringing this boy home'.

⭐ #2 - Black and Blue - Chapter 31

Not so much the scene was the character interaction. Rukia, Ichigo and Kaien's phone call at the start of this chapter is a little snippet of a dynamic I desperately want to explore. I dearly want these three in the same room because we all know the resulting shenanigans would be glorious.

Especially if Ukitake's there as the long-suffering parent trying to reign these three idiots in.

Kaien was and is bad enough, Ukitake was lucky to control him on a good day. Rukia follows his example because of course she would, making matters worse. Add Ichigo's particular brand of chaos into the mix? Well, thank god Ukitake is already grey.

⭐ #3 - Black and Blue - Chapter 31 (again)

Rukia and Ichigo crashing Kaien's date with Lisa. I love this scene because its fun, its light-hearted and Kaien is a troll, through and through. Lisa encourages it and only wishes she had a camera because that would've been amazing blackmail material.

To coin a BioWare term, Kaien and Lisa's relationship is best described as a rivalmance. They bring out each other's worst chaotic gremlin tendencies in the best ways. So naturally when the sprites were in the vicinity, they got a-trolling.

HOWEVER. Like with Isshin the very next chapter, karma will bite them both in the rump big time. I don't know how the conversation exactly will happen but I have no qualms revealing Rukia will unwittingly mention the incident to Ukitake (who will tell Kyoraku if he's not present).

As you can imagine, karmatic shenanigans will ensue, ultimately ending with Rukia and Ichigo having the last laugh while Lisa and Kaien squirm.

⭐ #4 - Once More To See You Again - General

Shaking things up for the last one. For simplicity, I'll refer to reincarnated Kaien as 'Neo!Kaien'.

I stopped writing this version for two reasons:

I realised that I was just following canon with extra steps and I felt like I could've done so much more with Neo!Kaien in hindsight. There are so many facets there I left unexplored.

I was rushing to have Neo!Kaien meet the Shibas, Squad 13 and Ukitake (I have mountains of variants for that scene alone, its not funny) and damned the consequences.

I couldn't salvage what I had so I've decided to re-do it. Such is the joy of fanfiction.

With this revamp, I'm giving Neo!Kaien a more complex layered character. Exploring his thoughts and feelings towards Masaki and Isshin, towards Ichigo and his sisters, his own name, the supernatural and so on.

I'm expanding on why its such a bad idea to associate with a loved one's reincarnation, why such a harsh penalty is in place, the tight rope Rukia (and Isshin) have to walk and general consequences of a perfect hybrid like Ichigo having a sundered soul (in cases its not obvious, Aaroniero has a chunk of Kaien's soul in his possession).

Addition to that, I had a far darker variation on how Neo!Kaien was prompted to unlock his powers. For the purposes of the revamp, I will proceed with this original version since it brings a lot of character drama. Which I thrive on. While functioning as a fierce cautionary tale about why its a bad idea to screw around with spirit magic like is a bloody sports game. **glares at Ishida**

I plan to write Neo!Kaien recognizably as himself yet fundamentally changed his human life, the experiences he's faced and so on. For one major difference: by and large, he views honour as vainglorious bullshit. A view emphasized and reinforced by the aforementioned cautionary tale.

#kaien shiba #my writing #bleach #bleach au #black and blue #hope you enjoyed my word vomit #happy to discuss further if people like :D

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can we get ur thoughts on ftm!spike x mtf!angel (they're both butchqueer)

this is going to be way more in depth and serious than you probably hoped for so, sorry in advance

ppl who know me know i rarely consider pairings in a vacuum, i've got narratives and character arcs to think about which makes this ask Very interesting!! i think me and @titsgirlbuffy once joked that spike is transmasc bc he transed from one masculinity to a different masculinity, so considering him as ftm opens a whole new angle to that take. was he living as a man when he was alive? did he know who he was but stayed in the closet until he got turned and decided well, nothing can stop him now? did he slowly figure it out over decades of marauding the globe with Dru? i think that last one could intersect really well with the Trans Angel Reading in which he is Very closeted, bc if spike wasn't out when angel last saw him a century ago, their reunion in school hard would be even funnier while also probably making angel confront at least a few things. an ftm reading of spike would also interact in Ways with how he views and treats women, but that's honestly a whole nother can of worms so lets not be here all day. i think in general tho this reading of spike gives SO much weight to lines like "i know that i'm a monster, but you treat me like a man", "(the chip) won't let me be a monster, and i can't be a man", "to be the kind of man who... to be a kind of man" like that's what we're here for, that's what its About! i also think it lends an interesting aspect to how spike gets along with women as friends a lot better than he does with men if by the time he started living as a man he was already a vampire and therefore cut off from normal society, never learning how to be "one of the boys" except maybe from angel who, as we know, is not a normal example of anything

i'm not gonna cover my thoughts on mtf angel bc we all know them by now. im literally tumblr user transangelus. in the context of ftm spike tho i think mtf angel becomes a lot funnier given their constant rivalry from btvs s2 onwards -- im pretty sure me and @titsgirlbuffy reckoned spike would be Delighted by angel coming out bc it finally proves who's the better man. on that note tho as much as i fucking love their dynamic, i have no idea if they could actually be "together" in isolation. like as part of the polycule they were obviously fucking on the regular and doing erotic joint murders and the like, but idk if in the present with both of them having souls and trying to be better people that a relationship would be possible. it's like when darla was brought back as a human and her and angel spent like, five minutes together in actual understanding before dru showed up and killed her. with the sheer extent of baggage between centuries-old murderers, i think it's hard to disentangle from the worst versions of themselves they were together and what they did to eachother in the past in order to have a relationship that's not gonna implode messily within months at best (despite the fact they're always clearly desperate to fuck eachother). that being said i haven't actually seen ats s5 all the way through and what i did watch, i don't remember -- so maybe i'll eat my words!!

#thank you this was so interesting to consider!!#asks

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ThunderClan Loredump

So ig I will do a rewrite- and honestly I can say I've warmed up to the idea ^^

I'm not sure if I have a title for the rewrite yet, it might just be called Blue's Rewrite or something till I can come up with something :'D

This loredump is all about ThunderClan's territory, special ranks, extra practices, and other things :)

Presenting ThunderClan's territory, shown in yellow!

Old-forest ThunderClan territory shares borders with RiverClan and WindClan, and a Thunderpath border with ShadowClan. ThunderClan has the biggest territory because when SkyClan was kicked out, they collected what was left of SkyClan territory.

ThunderClan's forest is full of trees and bushes everywhere, so cats have to get used to closed spaces and prickly bushes, along with dappled sunlight. ThunderClan cats have several kittypet features, because they have encountered them in the past.

ThunderClan cats have strong fur that doesn't scratch easily, and rather wide, round eyes. They have strong paws and long tails, and their claws are slightly curved and are very sharp.

ThunderClan cats have pelts of all colors and cats of all sizes, and colors run wild. Some cats have curled or folded ears from kittypet parents, some have dark tabby fur like their rouge fathers, and occasionally a cat will be born extra small or extra large.

Foxes and badgers aren't a problem for ThunderClan unless the animals are rabid or really, really desperate, so when ThunderClan fights, its typically with another Clan or a hostile loner.

ThunderClan's main quarrel is with the forest itself: medicine cats have to pull thorns out of paws daily. Scraped pads, bruises, and dislocated limbs are common in the ThunderClan camp.

From the forest comes snakes, which are ThunderClan's biggest fear. Tales of Mapleshade the Haunted warn kits away from Snakerocks, and specially-trained warriors are always on the lookout for snakes and adders around camp.

ThunderClan is a very organized Clan. They have ceremonies and rituals for nearly every event in Clan life. I will briefly describe them here:

The Naming Ceremony: a standard warrior ceremony. If an entire litter lived through apprenticeship, the ceremony is followed by a feast.

The Kithood Ceremony: Once a queen's litter can open their eyes, the kits are led outside and officially welcomed by the Clan leader . For example, Bluestar's kitting would begin with these words: "I, Pinestar of ThunderClan, welcome these kits born of Moonflower and Stormtail into ThunderClan. May StarClan accept and protect Bluekit and Snowkit as they are raised in our Clan."

The Apprenticeship Ceremony: Standard kit to apprentice ceremony, in which the leader decides what mentor the kit will have. There are no special additions to this, as the apprenticeship ceremony can also be a time of mourning for kits who passed on.

The First Catch Ritual: This one is exactly as it sounds! When a new apprentice catches their first prey, it is celebrated. The cat who caught it gives it to their parent or guardian to eat, and is typically praised for it.

StarClan's Blessing Ritual: After catching prey a cat offers thanks to StarClan. It is bad luck and misfortune if a cat forgets to do this.

The Retirement Ceremony: When a cat retires from any rank, whether it be deputy, medicine cat, leader, or warrior, the Clan chants their name much like a Naming Ceremony and escorts them to the elders' den. Leader retirements are different and are usually followed by a trip to the Moonstone.

The Kinship Ceremony: Kind of like a family reunion! Kin is important to ThunderClan, so every full moon all the cats around camp will take a day off from duties and spend time in camp with their familes, whether that means listening to a grandparent's stories or playing mossball with cousins.

The other Clans have different ceremonies and rituals of course, but those are ThunderClan's!

ThunderClan doesn't value Clanborn blood as much as the other Clans because ThunderClan has always been so small. For a while, kittypets, rouges, and loners have been siring ThunderClan cats. It's kept a secret, and is seen as shameful to the other Clans. Unfortunately no one has done anything to stop it because the Clans need more members. also this is how I fix the family tree mess

ThunderClan isn't too hostile, but when they need to fight ThunderClan is quite vicious. They know all the other Clan's territories really well for some reason, and can easily find an advantage.

ThunderClan warriors have more work to do than other Clans, and there are little mini-careers with their warrior duties. I have listed them here.

Code Warriors: These guys are what you see in the books- they hunt, fight, and patrol.

Den Warriors: Den warriors stay in camp and fix things up. They reconstruct den, drag leaves and brush outside of camp, maintain the fresh-kill pile, and defend camp in times of trouble. Den warriors can also be called to fight in emergencies, like the Battle of BloodClan.

Noble Warriors: Noble warriors live in the nursery, taking care of kits and helping with all the queens/kings' needs. Noble warriors jobs also are to prepare kits for any event: a snake in camp, invasion, flooding, fire, or kit-napping. Noble Wariors weren't very common in the old forest and each clan only had one or two of them.

A warrior apprentice chooses one of these paths to take, and then once they reach warriorship they are given another role. The secondary role is picked by the leader and deputy.

Here are some secondary roles:

Remember the specially-trained warriors? Those are called Adderclaws! Adderclaws are trained on how to kill snakes and their job is to patrol around camp and snakerocks to kill any snakes. Adderclaws must be nimble and fast. Ravenpaw would have been an Adderclaw had he stayed in ThunderClan.

Bravehearts are big, strong warriors with a knack for fighting. Bravehearts are in charge of creating new battle moves. There is a council of Bravehearts from all the Clans that meet at Gatherings and discuss things. ThunderClan's current Bravehearts are Lionblaze and Whitewing.

Darkleaves are warriors dedicated to keeping the Clan safe by knowledge. Their job is to discover and maintain any dangerous plants on the Clan's territory, whether it be deathberries, water hemlock, and nightshade. Darkleaves take the bad herbs and destroy them. Darkleaves also teach kits the dangers of deathberries and poisons. ThunderClan's current Darkleaf is Finleap.

That's all the ThunderClan lore I have for now! This will most likely be revised or changed. Here's some miscalleneous stuff I couldn't fit in naturally:

ThunderClan cats were very easygoing around Twolegs, at least until they wrecked the forest. Young apprentices often sneak out to Twolegplace to get some milk or belly rubs.

ThunderClan cats named after animals (like Squirrelflight or Eaglewing) are said to get lucky if they catch their namesake animal. Often apprentices with an animal suffix will try to catch their namesake for their assessment, so that they'll have good luck and be more likely to pass.

ThunderClan medicine cats are more involved with warrior life and hunt for themselves when they can.

Please leave feedback/questions in the comments or send me an ask!

#bluefurytheravenclaw #cats #erin hunter warriors #warrior cats #warriors #meow #erin hunter #blue's rewrite #blue's warrior cats #br

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